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Jennifer Sky Band: My personal audience with the King of Pop
Once upon a time, I attended the most unlikely of birthday parties, or highly likely, depending on which dimension of reality you believe in.
My husband and I arrived at London’s Heathrow airport, after the long flight from Los Angeles, and were met by a mysterious driver. I think he was speaking English, but neither of us could understand a word. Good thing I do understand the universal language of gesture — we were to get into his car! After hours of riding, destination unknown, we arrived at an elegant estate deep in the English countryside.
Two days later, I was seated next to Michael Jackson, actually rubbing his leg! Do read on.
Overhead, the circus-sized tent was draped in black and set with twinkling fairy lights; stars everywhere, all night. At table No. 1 sat Mr. Jackson. Next to him was Azim, the prince of Brunei; then Faye Dunaway, Raquel Welch, Jerry Hall, Shane West, Mario Vazquez from “American Idol,” some singer chick called Monica, my husband and myself. This eclectic group was gathered for Azim’s 25th birthday.
And so I found myself dressed in a silk strapless floor-length sheath sitting across a table from the King of Pop. What’s a girl to do? One must take advantage of this situation and talk to Sir Michael!
I devised a plan to reach my prey. First I came upon Ms. Welch, whom I complimented for her sparkly dress and figure. (Dude, the body on that woman — still unbelievable. I want to grow up to be her!)
Moving down the line, I knelt next to Ms. Dunaway and watched as she took a small scale out of her purse and weighed some tomatoes and lettuce. I had attended Wimbledon with Faye the previous year.
I said, “Faye you look so thin” — words a woman weighing her salad just loves to hear.
She replied with slight indignation, “I am thin.”
At this point I had maneuvered next to Michael himself; Faye to my right and Michael to my left. How do I begin? What would a man such as this want to hear? What is the universal language of the stars?
I turned to him and said, “I love your suit. It’s so beautiful. Who made it?” All the while rubbing the black, embroidered fabric of his pant leg: I was rubbing Michael Jackson’s leg!
He blushed a bit, and said in a soft, almost childlike voice, “Oh, thank you. Mr. Cavalli made it for me.” He was referring to famous designer Roberto Cavalli, who also was in attendance.
“Oh, it is so gorgeous!” I said, and smiled my sweetest. He smiled back shyly.
Turning back to Faye, who had been watching the exchange, I winked. She promptly offered me a compliment — I think. With a raised eyebrow she said, “You’re a very smart girl, aren’t you?”
To which I replied with a sly smile, “I am smart.”
Band, a native of Jensen Beach, is a retired model and actress. Online: jenniferskyband.com
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