Dear Michael: HIStory

Chapter 1

I adjusted the microphone on my collar as Michael told one of the producers what else he needed. My only expectation out of this whole thing is for people to accept the truth out of everything Michael and I are going to talk about tonight. For weeks now, I've pondered letting the world into what really has gone on in our marriage. Should I discuss the miscarriage? I honestly don't know. Apart of me feels like I should since that was part of the reason I fought Michael at the VMA's a couple of years back. The fight and the kiss were everywhere the next day. I don't owe anyone an explanation, but if the fight does get brought up, I probably will mention it. However, another part of me just wants to keep it to myself. If I chuck it up to just medical, there's no need to talk about it. No one needs to know about my medical history. Whether I do or don't, it won't really matter. After the miscarriage, I didn't trust my body for a long time to try again. It was a mixture of mistrust with my body and fear. It's been stressful over the years and even though we did our best to stay out of the limelight, we were still sought after. I mean, of course, we would. We're the most sought after couple after Princess Diana and Prince Charles and Bill and Hillary combined. We're one of the most popular couples in the world. Why wouldn't we be sought after? It was only a matter of time before we were finally sat down for a face to face interview with someone.

            "Everything looks great. Doesn't it, babe?" Michael turned to ask me.

            "Yeah," I adjusted the microphone again.

            "Something wrong?"

            "This darn thing keeps falling down."

            "Here," Michael reached over and adjusted it for me so that it would stay right below my mouth. "How's that?"

            "It's better. Thank you."

            "Before we go live, I wanted to go over some of the topics we plan to discuss in the interview if that's okay with you?" Diane Sawyer sauntered over.

            "That's fine. What do you think, babe?" Michael asked me.

            "It's great actually." The more I'm prepared for whatever she's going to ask, the better the answers.

            "So, there's a couple of things I want to discuss actually. First and foremost, your marriage and the secrecy behind it..." Diane looked between her notes and us. I nodded. That was expected, I'm not too surprised about that. "The allegations..."

            "Um, we can't talk too much about that," Michael told her. "It's in the agreement that we can't really say much."

            "Okay..." She scribbled something down on her notepad. I expected that as well. Now a days, Michael is not only known for being The King of Pop, but it's been an ongoing joke that he preys upon little boys. It's been a whole two years after the settlement and people still aren't done talking about it. It's going to take a miracle for Michael to not be associated with that case ever again. "I'll talk about the trailer you released for your newest album and maybe some small things. Is that okay?" She asked Michael.

            "That's fine. Whatever you want to ask, I'm ready. You ready, babe?" He asked me.

            "I'm ready to get this over with." I gave a small smile.

            "We'll be going live in about twenty minutes." Diane gave a tight closed lipped smile and walked away.

            "This is our chance, ya know? To dispel all the crazy rumors. Set the record straight and-" Michael began.

            "I know. People are still gonna believe what they want to believe though." I pushed his hair out of his face and behind his ear. His hair was okay tonight. It wasn't the best, but Karen did what she could.