After Quincy played the âMan In The Mirrorâ demo for Michael, he called me from the studio and put Michael on the phone. Next I heard a soft, high-pitched âHelloââ Okay, in my mind, I was screaming, âOH, MY GODâ! This is Michael Jackson! Talking to ME! See, every black girl my age, who grew up listening to the Jackson 5, had a âhusbandâ from the group picked out. My sisterâs was Jermaine and mine was Michael. So, as far as I was concerned, I was now talking to my childhood âhusband!â Yeah, inside I was a mess, but my outward demeanor was as unflappable as an AT&T telephone operator. I calmly responded, âHello, how can I help you?â
- Siedah Garrett
















