Whitney Houston, wearing a monogrammed turtleneck dress, leans against the wall of the family room. She sits backwards in a chair. As she wanders the room, she touches the columns. She holds onto the bedpost as she walks in her bedroom.
She puts her hands on her shoulders as she walks. Royal blue light shines into the room as it storms. She opens the window and stands on the balcony while it rains. Wearing a black, off-the-shoulder dress, she walks away from the window. The set goes up and the choir sings behind her on stage. People sit in their seats as they listen to her.
Whitney Houston smooths out the bedsheet. The alarm reads 10 p.m.. Her husband was still on his flight. She calls her driver and reminds him to pick up her husband at the airport. Her driver says he planned to be at the airport at 1 a.m. Houston tells him, “wonderful.”
The television beeps as she watches a sitcom. She reads the chyron, stating a thunderstorm advisory was in effect. Some lightning strikes in the sky. She clutches the arm rest of the couch. It was only one more hour. She thinks of him in the airplane, holding onto his seat during turbulence. He despised flying. She doesn’t know what she do without him. Her life was a stream of shows, appearances and parties. He was the only stable aspect of her life. She needed him to get back safely. Her driver calls her and says her husband just landed.
Houston performs on stage and sees her husband in the front row. She smiles at him and continues to perform. It was the first she had seen him all day. She had let him sleep as she got ready. As she left the house, she told the maid to make sure her husband is at the venue and gives her the address. Her maid nods and says she’ll inform him. Houston got into the backseat of the car and read a book as her driver took her the venue.
Director: Peter Israelson Year: 1990