Michael Jackson Imagines and Short Stories

Complicated Melodies: And the Grammy Goes To...

Hey everyone! This is a new story that I have been working on. I Will Always Love You: Chapter 95 is just about complete and it will be out within the week. I had some papers to write and an exam to study for, so I have been a bit busy as of late. Please enjoy and leave feedback on this clip. Thank you so much!!!

And The Grammy Goes To

Twyla'a POV

Stevie was holding my hand tightly, whispering in my ear,

"You've got this. We all believe in you. He does, too." I knew exactly who Stevie was talking about, and I looked three seats over to my right, and saw him sitting there, focused on the presenter. I wanted him to see me, and share this moment with me, but then Stevie redirected my attention, saying,

"Here it goes…"

The nominees for best female pop vocal were playing, and then I heard the presenter introduce my song, “Down In Flames" and my voice rang out, filling the room. That feeling, that absolute sheer joy intoxicated me. It's the knowingness that I made something that people love, and millions of people were watching this show unfold. There were hundreds of people in the audience, many of whom I had admired for years, all sitting there and hearing my song.

Stevie Wonder, one of my inspirations and now one of my best friends, was to my left, holding my hand in encouragement. I had never imagined such a charmed life. This moment was perfect. Again, I looked down to my right, three seats over, and saw him training his eyes on the presenter. I wanted him to look at me. I was willing him with my mind to look at me, but he wouldn't. The words “And the grammy goes to..." had come and gone without notice on my part, and finally he looked to me. His smile was brilliant. He bit his bottom lip, still smiling hard. He looked so happy, but then he put his hands up questioning me before looking mortified. I then knew why. A spotlight was on me, and the cameras had caught me staring straight at him, which would probably only add more fuel to the rumors. My face was plastered all over the Jumbotron screens and my world began to feel unreal. It seemed like Stevie was speaking through a tunnel, when I finally heard him say,

“Twyla! It's you! You did it girl! You did it!”

I whipped my face to Stevie's and my voice came out shakily asking him,

“Are you sure?" He replied,

“Girl, I can't see, but I sure as hell can hear, and that was your name. Listen to your song playing!" And sure enough, there it was. My voice was bouncing off of the walls, my words filling the room, and my fans cheering me on.

I got to my feet and felt Kenny Rogers give me a peck on the cheek, Paul Simon hugged me, Janet Jackson took my hand and held my face and gave me her congratulations, but I couldn't hear anything except the rhythm of my euphoria. I thanked everyone around me, and I made it to the stage.

The Debarge family presented my award and hugged me, congratulating me. Finally the room fell silent as I took to the podium.

“I am entirely speechless. I...um... - well - to my fans, thank you so much. I love you endlessly and this is our award. We did it!" I thrusted the award into the air and the crowd erupted. I continued,

“I would like to thank my record label, and all of the wonderful people who supported me and helped to make this album possible. I literally couldn't have done it without you. To my family, my lovely family, thank you, I love you. My mother, you planted the seed, now do you like the flower? I love you, I love you, I love you. My boyfriend, the love of my life, who is in the audience," I looked to him, the word “Michael" bubbling to my lips...it transformed to my cover up.