1998 (26 years old)
"I miss you too babe, but I'll be home soon! I'm in Hawaii now." I tell Brian. "That's got to be nice, clear water and sandy beaches. I should've came with you." He laughs. "You should have. We could've had fun." I say flirtatiously. I hear my call waiting beep. "Baby I have to call you back. I love you." "I love you too girl." He smiles and hangs up. I click to my other line. "Hello?" "Well hi." I hear a cheerful voice respond and it instantly gives me chills. "Hi mike." I sigh deeply. Every time I hear his voice I can't help but love him a little more. "How's the tour going? I'm hearing great things." He says. It meant so much that he was proud of me. The man taught me everything I know. "It's going great. We're finally back in the states. I'll be coming home in about two weeks. I'm so excited." "I know that feeling, hotels are nice but there's nothing like your own bed. Well I hope I can see you once you're home. I miss you Jay." He admitted. I give a silent smile. "I miss you more, Mike" I say in a loving tone. He chuckles a little. "I miss you, most.." "Oh come on!!" Michael and I laugh. "How's Prince?" I say in between giggles. "He's great. He's um..." Michael stops. "What?" I ask. "He's getting a little sister..." I can hear the reluctance in his voice to tell me. "Oh." I say shocked. "Congratulations on another baby." He must really love her to have another baby with her, I think to myself. We sit on the phone in an awkward silence. "Does she know you and I still talk?" I blurt out. I close my eyes realizing what I just asked. "....she doesn't approve, but she knows." He responds somberly. I could feel the mood shifting over the phone. Why does he do this to me all the time? "Any names for the child?" I ask. "Paris..." He replies. I smile a little wider. "My middle name." I grin, slightly blushing. "Yeah.." I could hear a smile forming on his face as he spoke. God I loved him. "Paris Michael Katherine Jackson. I wanted to incorporate the two women that mean the most to me in her name." He explains. "It's beautiful, Michael" I wonder if Debbie knew that was my middle name. "I think Debbie and I will be divorced soon. Well, after Paris."He chimes, intruding my thoughts. "Why?" I ask desperately trying to sound concerned. "Well, like you said on Oprah, anyone that deals with me or you have to understand who we are to each other. I don't think she understands that you're my friend. My closest friend, and that I will share things with you." "Well you don't always talk to me like a friend Mike." I admit. "What do you mean?" He laughs out. "How do I talk to you?" He asks. "Like I'm still your wife." I point out. "I told you, it's hard to come to grips that your aren't my wife." He says in a matter of fact tone. "That was three years ago" I giggle. "I know but it's still true." He whines. "I'll never stop loving you, honestly Jay." I bite my lip and smile. "What about that guy Brandon, Byron? Does he know we still talk?" He asks smartly. I snort. "His name is Brian, and yes he knows about you and I. He is ok with it." My assistant Sasha tells me I have 10 minutes. "Ok" I mouth back. "Michael I have to go. I'm sorry." "That's fine Jay. Have a great show, I love you." "I love you more." I reply cheesing from ear to ear. "Goodbye my love." He sneaks in before hanging up. I giggle at his sneakiness and go grab some clothing, I was bringing toys to an orphanage a couple hours before the show.
I walk inside the orphanage to see so many children with all of these beautiful smiles on their faces. It almost brought me to tears, they ran around me like they knew me, like we've been family for years. I pick up a small child and sit with him as my crew bring in bags and bags of toys. "What's your name?" I ask the little boy. "Andy" he says shyly, sticking a small finger in his mouth. "You want to go pick a book for me to read to you guys, Andy?" I quietly ask him. He smiles and nods his head, running towards their bookcase to grab a book. I sat and read to the kids for a couple hours as they sat and played with their brand new toys. As I was leaving I was given all of these homemade cards and I gave them all individual hugs.
It was almost time for the show. I get my hair and makeup redone and check myself before walking onstage. The fans were amazing, they sang all my songs and knew all the choreography. I had to stop singing and laugh a little because they knew the words better than me. I loved them just as much as they loved me.
My favorite part of the show is when I give a random male fan a lap dance. I saunter around the stage, eyes fixed on the crowd looking for the right guy. I giggle as all the men begin screaming louder than the women. I see a man holding up a sign spray painted in blue saying "PICK ME QUEEN OF POP" for all of that effort, he was the one. Two of the security bring him onstage and he begins screaming "I love you Jayla!" louder and louder. I wanted to laugh but I was in sex kitten mode. I give him the sexiest lap dance I could ever give someone. My sweat dripping on his face as I come closer to his, singing my sexual lyrics in his ear. He was so excited and could not stop shifting. Right as I pretended to come in for a kiss I jump off of him and back up giving him a devilish grin as security came to remove him from the stage. After finishing the show, I give a bow and blow them all a kiss before walking offstage.
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