Just saw somebody say my rehearsal habits were “extra.” Babe, I turned perfection into a full-time job and the rest of y’all still clock in late. by Michael Jackson

And yet every time I move, the whole room copies me. Interesting.

Fine. He can have the last word. The rest of us are just background dancers with opinions.

That’s called standards, Quincy. You produced hits, not excuses.

I’m sorry, but if anyone can survive drama and still look flawless, it’s Michael. Sit down, Quincy.

He’s right. Some of you have never seen a chairless rehearsal and it shows.

You also turned “one more take” into a hostage situation, Mike.

Elizabeth, I love you, but y’all keep defending him like the moonwalk was a legal defense.