Once the recording started, Jackson was completely in his element. Alone in the semidarkness, illuminated softly by a single spotlight, he starts to sing. This, finally, is what it’s about… There are no problems, no merchandise deals, no deadlines, no family rivalries. It’s just Michael and the song. Suddenly, he is no longer the dreamy, whispering recluse. He is no longer soft. He attacks the song, dancing, waving his hands, moving with unexpected power. He is in his own world… For these few moments, at least he is neither a joke nor an icon, just a very, very talented singer.