After Quincy played the “Man In The Mirror” demo for Michael, he called me from the studio and put Michael on the phone. Next I heard a soft, high-pitched “Hello—“ Okay, in my mind, I was screaming, “OH, MY GOD”! This is Michael Jackson! Talking to ME! See, every black girl my age, who grew up listening to the Jackson 5, had a ‘husband’ from the group picked out. My sister’s was Jermaine and mine was Michael. So, as far as I was concerned, I was now talking to my childhood ‘husband!’ Yeah, inside I was a mess, but my outward demeanor was as unflappable as an AT&T telephone operator. I calmly responded, “Hello, how can I help you?”
- Siedah Garrett













