Black ou White-Panther Dance

It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first télévision performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit dîner for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...

Michael is patiently waiting in their private villa that is reserved for houx and him in Honolulu. One of the reasons he made sure to pick this place was its privacy and right now that was the critical thing they needed. He cannot wait to hold her in his arms, touch her again, feeling her skin, telling her that he loves her in person. Michael looks over at the alarm clock on the nightstand and realizes that Holly's plane should have landed twenty minutes ago, and she never called to say she was on her way. They always agreed to do that so that way the other could heave a sigh of relief knowing...