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By the time February rolled around, Myra was home. Prince had turned one and had begun to try and piece together words, but they only sounded like a made up language. Another thing was the Grammys which Myra had nominations for once again.
At seven months pregnant, Myra was debating whether or not to show up. When an offer came in for her to actually perform at the Grammys, Myra didn't refuse. So, instead of staying home, Myra was put into a gold dress and makeup.
Michael went with her, leaving Prince with a nanny. He sat beside her in the back of the car, only a silence echoing around them. Their hands were woven together, Myra's head on his shoulder though she was careful not to disturb her makeup.
The car gradually slowed. People with cameras followed the car in hopes of getting pictures. Thanks to the tinted windows they received no actually good picture.
The car came to a complete halt. Though the closed doors Myra could hear the yelling of people as they waited to anxiously see the next celebrity.
Michael exited the car first. He kept her hand in his as he stood to his full 5'9" height. Myra slid out along beside him, a smile formin on her face for the cameras.
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 was a shade of gold and reached to the floor. She kept her hair down for the occasion. Her rounded stomach was visible for all the eyes and cameras.
As they slowly made their way down the red carpet, people cheered. They were stopped for interviews or photos. They didn't really leave each other's side as they traveled the red carpet once again.
Events such as the Grammys always amazed Myra. She never knew how such a large event -- so large that it was on many televisions across America -- didn't crash and burn.
If you had told thirteen year old Myra she would have been at the Grammys at that time, married to Michael Jackson, she would have laughed and called you delusional. Thirteen year old Myra had wanted to be a scientist, not a singer. Instead, her plans had been changed by one fateful decision.
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.
She would have never thought ahe would be getting her picture taken. She never would have imagined that she would be on television screens nationwide.
After many photos and many interviews, they finally sat down amongst others. Their seats were marked with their names beside each other.
As time drew on, it seemed a long time before the awards began. The host introduced himself with a brief but of humor that only managed to grab maybe three laughs.
"Lets get started with the awards, shall we? Let's jump right in with Album of the Year," Kelsey, the host, began.
Myra straightened up. Album of the Year was one of the categories she had been nominated for along with others.
"The nominees are. . . Time Out of Mind by Bob Dylan and Daniel Lanois, OK Computer by Radiohead, This Fire by Paula Cole, Starboy by Myra Jackson, Flaming Pie by Paul McCartney, and The Day by Babyface."
Each nominee was read off the piece of paper. Her was then handed an envelope that held the winners name. He unfolded the envelope, reading the name to himself before he announced it to all.
"And the winner for Album of the Year is. . ." He paused before he announced the winner, "Starboy by Myra Jackson!"
Myra accepted her award before she briefly spoke. "This is for my sister Anaya back home because she said I couldn't do it. I've proved you wrong again."
Myra sat back down with her Grammy on the floor beneath her. The next category began with the names read off with Starboy among them again.
Myra also won the award Song of the Year, Record of the Year, and Best Pop Vocal Album. Halo managed to win the Best Music Video. She hadn't expected Starboy to do as good as it had done.
When the Rock categories began, Myra was whisked away backstage. She was stripped over her dress in exchange for 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.
"Baby, everyday you're training to get the gold. That's why your body's crazy, but you can't run from yourself, that's where it's difficult," Myra began as her voice was the only thing heard in the building.
Her performance went great as far as she could tell. At the end she put her dress on again and put away her outfit. She returned to sit beside Michael who she had seen mouth along to the words.
The night was over soon. Myra and Michael returned to the home where a prince was already asleep. The nanny left with the forty dollars promised.
Myra hurriedly went to bed, all of her energy drained from the night. Michael took longer to get to bed. He eventually fell asleep after thirty minutes to an hour after arriving home.
