出處：http://www.innermichael.com/2010/07/close-michael-encounter-at-30000-feet/
Don Barrett是美國廣播界的名人，他是洛杉磯電臺的創辦人。最近他分享了一個關於邁克爾·傑克遜的小故事。
我在1994年離開MGM/UA，開創了我自己的電影市場諮詢業務。我決定著重於動畫電影。幾年來我很幸運地參與了幾部很棒的動畫片的專案，象史蒂夫.斯皮爾伯格的《美國鼠譚》，還有許多其他動畫片。不久我的業務快速增長，比我以前在哥倫比亞、環球影片公司和在MGM/UA賺錢還要多。更重要的是，我不再有糟糕的交換，也不會有一個委員會來稀釋個人的美妙創意。
我開始涉足國際市場（我在電影業與製片公司的經歷僅限於國內），多次出席嘎納電影節，宣傳和推銷我手頭的動畫片項目。嘎納是美麗的、性感的、感性的、誘惑的、令人迷醉、令人興奮，用老的說法就是，讓你徹底折服。
有一年我去嘎納，我得從LAX飛到柏林，然後轉機去嘎納。飛機上的頭等艙有五排位置，每一排的兩側各有兩個位置。我坐在左邊第三排靠走廊的位置，在我前面是一個單獨旅行的男士。前排兩個位置有人，在我安坐之前他們已經在那裏了，整個航程是12小時。
坐在我前面的人在起飛前要求雞尾酒，起飛後，他不停要酒。飛行後半小時，前排靠走廊位置的人站起來，朝機艙中部走去，坐在他旁邊的人也站起來跟在他後面。
這時坐在前排右側靠走廊位置的人也站起來並跟在前兩個人的後面。他們幾乎以一致的步調向洗手間走去。當他們經過我身邊時，我看清楚了中間那個人是邁克爾·傑克遜。
飛行繼續，但我前面的那人不停的點酒來喝。最後空服人員拒絕了他。我只能猜測這掀起了怎樣的完美風暴。他不停地在安靜的機艙裏提高音調，輕易聽到他說為頭等艙機票付了那麼多錢，他們無權停止為他服務云云。但空服人員很堅決。
醉酒的人不停地按召喚鈴，空服人員不情願地過來，拒絕他的要求，被他辱駡。第3次召喚鈴後，空服人員又重複了以前的話，醉酒的人象羚羊一樣跳起來撲向空服人員，他們都撞倒在地板上，扭打起來。另一個空服人員狂亂地呼喚飛行員速來查看騷亂的情況。
沒有粉絲，沒有閃光燈，沒有觀眾，一個關心的邁克爾·傑克遜站起來，分開兩個爭鬥中的男人。一旦發現流行音樂之王正在充當調停人，他們都不好意思地停了手，好像被校長或母親斥責的小學生。機長（或副機長）到來後，發現一切恢復平靜，沒有流血衝突。
邁克爾讓他的保鏢朋友坐在醉酒男人的位置上，邀請醉酒男人坐在他旁邊。我無法聽到他們說了什麼，但他們交談了20分鐘。邁克爾示意他的保鏢幫助醉酒男人回到他的位置，醉酒男人在幾分鐘內睡著了直至航程結束。邁克爾和他的保鏢一起看顧著，餘下的航程很安靜。
這是少有的對邁克爾·傑克遜的一瞥，誰會知道他在3萬英尺的高空充當了調停人，制止了可能會爆發的嚴重衝突？
Close Michael Encounter at 30,000 Feet
Don Barrett is a name that is recognized as celebrity in the world of radio. The founder and publisher of LA Radio, Mr. Barrett is the eyes and ears of radio with about 30,000 visitors a day to his online publishing company. He is the voice of radio in Southern California. A mention on Don’s website is punctuation of your relevance in the industry.
Don’s resume reads like an impressive up and coming story about a young man who wanted to DJ and do radio. He cut his teeth on the teenage forbidden music of Rhythm and Blues and later Rock ‘n Roll and he aspired to be a Radio DJ. His mentor told him to go to school, get the piece of paper. He did. Then his mentor told him to pack his clothes, get in his car and head in any direction and to knock on the doors of radio stations along the route. And the rest is a remarkable history through the entertainment field.
Radio, film, Television Broadcasting, movie marketing, and publishing are all entertainment avenues that have seen a touch of Don’s genius. So has Steven Spielberg and others along the way as Don worked for Columbia, Universal, MGM and United Artists. He is the one who sold us the movie Close Encounters with the clip of the mysterious light at the end of the road.
Don knew music well because it was his life in the radio business. The first record he ever loaded onto a turntable was Diana Ross’ Stop In the Name of Love. It was behind one of the doors he knocked on along the route to entertainment information mogul that had just lost a DJ, and that put him on air by sundown. Those were the days that included the birth of the “Top 40.”
Not “slick shtick,” Don, who is obviously a good writer with a huge audience said “The story pretty much speaks for itself,” and so declined when I offered him space to write his own introduction to the story I am about to share with you. He is a modest accomplished man.
How did he create his success? With this philosophy:
“When you are passionate about what you do, you are optimistic about what you do. When you are optimistic and passionate, you are naturally good at what you do. You must be an optimist. Find your dream, and chase it optimistically. It’s irresponsible not to reach, to grow or think about life; your life, the life of those around you, the life strangers. I always tell young people to follow their dreams and be persistent. You can do anything that you want to do if, indeed, you are willing to pay the price. The price may be schooling or tenacity or working long hours; getting to the job half-hour early and staying half-hour late and thanking the boss for the job every day.” -D.B.You know, they say: ‘It takes one to know one’ and no matter how cliche` there is some truth to that. Don Barrett is someone Michael Jackson would have liked. Their philosophies are similar. Don knew Michael Jackson’s music. It turns out he knew Michael Jackson. He had a chance encounter with him on his way to Cannes Film Festival. Don caught a glimpse into the real “Inner Michael” Jackson and has given me permission to share that “close encounter” with you. Don met, and tells us about, the soul of the man:
My Michael Jackson Story
“When I was laid off (fired) from MGM/UA in 1994, I opened my own movie marketing consultancy. I decided to concentrate on animated films. Over the years I was fortunate enough to work on wonderful animated projects like Steven Spielberg’s An American Tail, among many others. Before long my business was booming. I was making more money than I ever did with Columbia, Universal or most recently MGM/UA. And more importantly, I didn’t have that awful commute I did for years, plus no committee diluting some wonderful ideas that individuals conjured up.
I was exposed to the international marketplace (my movie career with the studios was confined to domestic) and found myself at the Cannes Film Festival numerous times exposing and selling some of the animated projects I was representing. Yes, Cannes is beautiful, sexy, sensual, alluring, intoxicating, exciting and downright the bomb, to use an old expression.
One year on my way to Cannes, I had to travel from LAX to Berlin and then make a connecting flight to Cannes. In first class there were five rows with two seats on each side of the plane. I was sitting in the aisle seat in row three on the left. In front of me was a single gentleman. The front two seats were occupied but they were already seated when I got comfortable for the 12 hour flight.
The man in front of me asked for a cocktail prior to take-off. Once airborne, he was the recipient of a steady stream of drinks. About a half-hour into our flight, the man on the aisle in the front seat stood and moved to the center of the cabin. His seatmate got up and stood behind him.
Another man who was in the front seat on the aisle on the right side of the plane got up and joined the two standing in the cabin and got behind the second man. In almost lock step they walked to the toilet. The cabin lights were dim for those who wanted to sleep on the long flight. As they walked by me it was clear that the center man in this abbreviated parade was Michael Jackson.
The flight progressed but the man in front of me never stopped with requesting more booze. Eventually the steward cut him off. I could only guess the perfect storm that was brewing. Frequently raising his voice in the quiet cabin, it was easy to hear his entitlement demands after paying so much for a first class ticket and that they had no right to stop serving him. The steward was firm.
The boozy man kept ringing the call-button and the steward reluctantly would come to his seat, only to be greeted by insults for refusing his right to service. After a third call-button ring, the boozy man apparently was waiting in wait for the steward. The steward repeated what he had told the man about no more service. The boozy man leapt like a gazelle onto the steward and they both crashed to the floor. They wrestled. You could hear another steward frantically summoning the pilot who quickly came down to see what the commotion was all about.
With no fanfare, no lights, no audience, a concerned Michael Jackson got up and separated the two sparring men. As soon as they realized that the King of Pop was acting as peacemaker, they sheepishly stopped like school kids busted by the principal or even their own mom. The captain (or co-captain) arrived on the scene to see that peace had been restored with no bloodshed.
Michael asked his bodyguard friend to sit in the boozy man’s seat and invited the inebriated man to sit with him. I couldn’t hear a word that was spoken by Michael nor his new seatmate but they were talking away for 20 minutes. Michael signaled to his bodyguard to help the boozy man back to his seat. Within minutes he had passed out and slept for the duration of the flight. Michael and his bodyguard were both back together to complete the remaining hours in relative silence.
It was a rare glimpse into Michael Jackson. Who knew he would be a peacemaker at 30,000 feet on what could have erupted into an ugly confrontation?”
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