Ariana's Point Of View ~

'We Are The World' Filming Day | Los Angeles, California

The sun shines so bright this morning. I sit up in bed, looking at Michael's side, however . . he isn't there. But I'm not shocked as there have been many mornings like this. I have hope that he got some amount of sleep, but I feel as though that is a very tall order. My white painted toes on the floor now as I hop out of bed. I throw on a white robe, to wear over my baby pink silk gown before I make my way towards the closed bedroom door. I rub my eyes as I walk downstairs, towards the kitchen.

I hear Michael's voice.

On hearing that voice, my walking has much more power in it as I just want to get to him. I enter the kitchen to see Michael sitting on a stool at the island. But he isn't along, accompanied with endless amounts of paper at sit on top of the white stone that is our counter top and yet another voice that I can't hear . . only Michael can. He's on the phone. Michael flashes me a smile and a small wave once he see's me. It makes me mentally giggle.

Michael is so bloody cute.

I begin to make myself my morning coffee as Michael continues to speak on the phone. Coffee machine switched on, mug placed where it needs to be and almond milk at the ready. The lights on the machine blinking as it warms up, preparing itself. A few nosies here and there as the coffee finally spills into the waiting mug. The smell of coffee invading my nostrils immediately. My eyes close from the smell. Hmm, intoxicating . . just like Michael.

But he can never see it. The allure that he holds.

Michael is completely unaware of just how beautiful he is.

"Okay Quincy. Well, I'll see you in the studio soon . . "

Michael hangs up the phone, his eyes look at me. They have a hint of tiredness in them but they still sparkle. I add just a dash of almond milk before I place it back into the fridge. "Did you sleep at all last night, Michael? . . " I can't help but to ask him. My voice soft, but concerned.

"Yeah I did, eventually I feel asleep . . " He tells me quietly.

I take a sip of my freshly brewed coffee but my eyes remain on him. I'm worried. His insomnia is so bad . . and getting worse, I feel. I hate it. I feel terrible that I can't help him, but he tells me it's not a big deal, he always says that to me. He just doesn't want me to worry . . but I do, of course. He see's my face as it screams worry. "I'm fine, Ariana . . ". I walk around to join him on his side of the island. My arm around him, planting a kiss upon his cheek. My eyes land on each piece of paper with the song title 'We Are The World' written on top of each one. The scribble of some words, replaced with similar or an entirely different word. Michael has been working so hard on this song . . he has told me all about it. But today is the day.

I am so proud of him.

How he hopes for it to one day, become an anthem. When I was on tour, Michael and I would speak on the phone for hours on end sometimes. Even running by some lyrics with me. I love it, the song, the lyrics and especially the meaning it is putting out into the world. Just another reason why I love Michael, why I feel in love with him . . totally and completely . . because he is so caring of the world.

"Arthur, could you come into the kitchen please . . "

Michael calls out softly. With Arthur already close by, he hears the question easily. Coming into the kitchen where we are in the blink of an eye. Michael looks at him.

"Arthur, can you please get the car ready? . . " Michael asks softly.

"Of course, Mr Jackson . . "

Arthur walks out, immediately speaking into his radio. Once again the sound of radio chatter is heard, but lasting only for a mere couple of seconds until Arthur is out of hearing range. I could ask Michael the question but I already know the answer. I don't know what it is, when Michael is onstage, when he is singing . . he is never nervous. When it comes to stage fright, to him, there is no such thing. It just doesn't exist. So, I won't ask him. Instead, I will just sip my coffee as the reply will remain the same as before, always.

"I'm so excited, baby. I can't wait to get to the studio, to get filming . . "

Michael says to me, smiling. I told you.

It's insane to me. As I know, that before I step on stage, each night that I performed, I felt so nervous . . at times feeling as though I was going to be sick there was that many butterflies. But Michael, no.

It's infectious.

. . it's inspiring.

Arthur appears once more.

"The car is ready when you are, Mr Jackson . . "

"Thank you, Arthur . . Michael says.

Oh shoot. I need to get changed. I need to get ready, physically and mentally. As there will be many incredible artists present today. My best outfit is to be worn as well as my favourite pair or heels too. Jewellery put on also, but not too much. I look at myself in the mirror and I'm pleased with the finished product. A spray of perfume and I believe I'm ready to go now. I make my way down the stairs, seeing Michael standing at the bottom.

"You look gorgeous, my girl . . "

I giggle at the statement. "Thank you . . "

Michael's arm extends out, bent at the elbow. I giggle at his gentleman ways, putting my hand on his arm for me to be escorted out to our waiting car. Michael and I hop in. Our belts clipped in place. We are ready to go now. Arthur climbs in too. My security isn't needed as I have given Jesse the day off today. The car slowly moves down the driveway, open the gate for the car to drive through. The black tinted windows shielding us from the many cameras of paparazzi that have been lingering here since the break of dawn.

Another day, another paparazzi battle.

Even though security is doing a great job at keeping them all at bay, us and the car, don't stick around - down the road we go and towards the studio. I'm not in this song, just coming along because well . . why not? I'm going to be sitting in the back to watch it all unfold will be such an incredible experience, as I too, am in the studio singing and writing . . but not today.

This is Michael's song, Michael's vision . .

Michael's day. And I'm just so pleased to be apart of it.

My daydream cut short, my head turns to Michael. A smile on my face as I look at him. The back of his head facing me as he looks out the window. My attention drawn to Michael as I hear a soft melody coming from his lips . . hearing such a voice that belongs to only him. I bite my lip, still locking eyes with him. Hmm, a beautiful voice, a beautiful sound. I sit and just listen.I know that his mind is working, always. Going over the lyrics of the song over and over again. An unaware Michael continues to sing softly as he looks out the window.

"We are the world. We are the children . . "

"We are the ones who make a better day, so let's start giving . . "

"There's a choice we're making. We're saving our own lives . . "

"It's true we'll make a better day, just you and me . . "

He pauses for a few seconds before I hear more. With an even softer tone.

"Mmm mmm . . "

"Send them your love so they know that someone cares . . "

"And their lives will be stronger and free . . "

"As God has shown us by turning stone to bread . . "

"And- and we all . . lend a helping hand. Oooooohh . . "

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My hand leaves my lap as it so wishes to take hold of Michael's. His head turns to face me sharply, his eyes appear from under his sunglasses as his free hand brings them down. The cutest giggle is heard from his lips, replacing those soft, soulful lyrics. But the allure of his voice remains as I replay it in my mind.

"Sorry Ariana. Didn't realise I was singing that loud . . "

"It's okay, Michael. No need to apologise . . "

I say to him gently. Arthur sits opposite us, suddenly speaking.

"You sounded great, Mr Jackson . . "

Arthur says with a smile and I can't help but giggle at Arthur's words. That his constant professional demeanour switched for those few seconds to complaint Michael's voice. For that Arthur just sounds like a mate hanging out with us, instead of a hired member of security. Michael giggles as well, as he too hasn't seen Arthur crack a smile either. It's known that the studio isn't far away, but on closer approach, the view of paparazzi indicate that we now here. The car pulls up directly out the front of the studio's front entrance and immediately they surround the car, it feels like. Michael's glasses placed back in position on the bridge of his nose, covering his gorgeous chocolate eyes before he takes me hand, knowing from here to the studio entrance, will feel like a marathon.

Michael's security stand outside of the car, getting here well before us to be here . . to be ready to keep the paparazzi away once we leave our temporary shelter that is the car. Michael gives Arthur the nod, a nod that tells Arthur we are ready. He talks into the radio and within seconds, the car door is opened. It's immediate.

"Michael! Michael! Over here!! . . " 

"Ariana! How was your tour?! . . "

"Ariana, look this way! Ariana! . . "

"Michael, can you tell us about your new song?! . . "

"Ariana, are you happy to be reunited with Michael? . . "

The safety of the studio is a relief, however, Michael doesn't let go of my hand. Into the space where the song will be filmed. It's completely empty . . for now.

"Ah Michael you made it . . "

Quincy Jones says. He gives Michael a big hug with Michael accepting it with open arms himself. A kiss on the cheek for me though. Michael travels straight to the microphone . . standard. They discuss the song, going over the lyrics too. The of Michael singing a few more lines is how I know this. It's a sound that you can never, ever get sick of. I hear kinda like a stampede of footsteps, of many people, and they seem to be coming right this way. I look towards the door in which Michael and I just came from, to see close friends of Michael walk in.

Diana Ross, Lionel Richie and Stevie Wonder to name a few. And even a few members of Michael's family - La Toya and Randy too. I'm greeted by all, with a hug and a kiss received by Michael's siblings. But it's not a long wait at all before everyone is here and accounted for. The film crew set up within minutes and before I know it . . the song begins, people gather around the many microphones to sing their part.

I take a seat on one side of the room with the filming taking place on the other side.

Quincy's back to me as he faces everyone, playing conductor. As I watch it all unfold, each artist sings a line or two before another steps in to sing theirs. It's spectacular to see. What a sight. I can't help but smile from ear to ear as I'm just completely mind blown.

"When your down and out, there seems no help at all . . " Michael sings.

He just glows, with his gold embroidered jacket making him shine even more. He's just gorgeous and I'm just crazy about him. My smile never leaving as I think, as I truly feel that Michael is going to get his wish . . this song will indeed become an anthem.

So many different artists stand in this room, but my eyes are only on Michael.

to be continued.