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Myra had made it.
The crowd cheered for her and her husband as they stepped out of the black Rolls Royce. He held her hand as he stood up, helping her out of the car. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark aviator glasses and his outfit shined like the star he was.
Myra had her curled and pinned up. Her dress reached perhaps mid-thigh and her shoes brought her up a few inches. Her growing, rounded stomach was easily visible with the dress. It showed she was pregnant with her second child with her husband of six years, Michael Jackson.
As they slowly made their way down the red carpet, people cheered. They were stopped for brief interviews and pictures. Everyone wanted a glimpse of who America called one of the cutest couples.
Myra found everything surreal. Though she had been to these types of things before, they always amazed her. She always wondered how she, once a young girl from Greensboro, North Carolina, had made it to where she currently stood.
It was all because of Michael.
If he hadn't have chosen her at the Thriller auditions, she would still be in Greensboro. If he hadn't have said that she was the one she would be with someone else. She couldn't imagine a life without him.
There she was, getting her picture taken for perhaps the twenty Grammy articles to come. About to put on a performance on live television at the Grammy Awards.
After many photos and many interviews, they finally sat down. Their seats had been placed next to each other, their photos taped to their seats.
When the awards ceremony began, Michael and Myra watched in interest as artists accepted their awards. Myra accepted her award for Song of the Year, which was the only one she had been nominated for. When the awards went to commercial, Myra was taken away to get ready for her performance.
She was decorated in makeup that was used for her tours. Her outfit mainly was a black military jacket with gold straps crossing her chest. Thin tights were on her legs and were accompanied with ankle high boots. Her hair was taken from its updo style and went through with a curling iron.
When the commercial break was almost over, Myra was rushed underneath the stage. A rising platform was ready for her to step on.
A microphone was placed around her head and adjusted to her mouth. The instructions were relayed to her again even though she had rehearsed for weeks.
She heard the footsteps of Kelsey Grammer above. Last checks were made on in her outfit and makeup. Finally she heard the words from above, signalling her start.
"And now, we would like to welcome Myra Jackson and her Grammy Awards performance," he recited and stepped of the stage.
The platform she stood on began to rise as the lights dimmed on stage. The light focused on Myra, her dancers waiting in the background.
She heard the soft beginning part to her song. She turned around as her dancers came out, just two for the first song. The got in their lines as the intro grew louder. Finally, it was time for both Myra and the actual choreography to begin.
