Jeniffer started in the music world a few months ago. She was Brazilian, born in the interior of Bahia, but she never had a good relationship with her mother. Her father had died young when she was a child, and she had a stepfather who was practically her father. José, José was her stepfather's name, he really saw her as a daughter. He didn't let her date early, and he always bought the right things for her. For example, school supplies, even the cheapest ones, always had those colorful covers and everything else. And Jeniffer never wanted to be just a poor, black girl from Bahia who ended up in the middle of nowhere. She wanted to be a star, but she loved her family, she loved her mother Tereza, but even so, she really wanted to be an artist. Then, one day, Jeniffer was called to a record label. She recorded her first album in 1986, and since then she was no longer just a girl from Bahia born in the interior of Salvador. She was Jeniffer Rae, the greatest Afro-Latina artist of all time. But there was one detail, a big and important detail. She was in love with Michael Jackson. Who was simply the greatest black artist in American pop. A platonic passion, which Jennifer keeps very secret. The only problem is that Michael is in love with Diana Ross. Michael loved her since he was a teenager, they had known each other since childhood. Michael was so in love with Diana that he even wrote a song for her. Dirty Diana. And that's what made Jennifer feel insecure, on one side of her... Silently, she competed for Michael's heart with Diana. And she herself realized this; she and Michael had never actually met, but whenever someone from the studio commented on something about Diana Ross, Jennifer's face changed completely: her jaw would clench, and she would become visibly very angry. It was as if she were silently saying, "He's mine!"

*She was in her best friend Lucy's apartment, wearing a white tank top and simple denim shorts. Her straightened hair was loose. She was doing her nails. — So... What about the star? What are you going to do? Lucy said, looking into her friend's eyes, her head full of curlers. — ...Nothing. He's still into that Diana girl, and that makes me a little annoyed, I confess. Jeniffer said, looking into Lucy's eyes. — How do you know? Lucy said, resting her hand on her chin, her expression somewhat "bored," as if she'd heard this many times before.