𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ᴍᴊᴊ

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃

2002
𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘠𝘖𝘙𝘒

Michael and Davis had listened to Saffron's CD a total of seven times. He'd even gone as far as asking Dynasty for her opinion.

Before their marriage, she'd been teaching music at an elementary school. Her knowledge and love for music were part of the reason they'd become friends in the first place. She, like himself, had a good ear for music and so besides pointing out that Saffron was flat in some places, she had the same thoughts as Joe and Michael.

The girl could sing.

Joe took care of talking to Sony about their discovery and Michael made a call to Saffron telling her that he was flying to New York and wanted to meet with her.

Time seemed to work in his favor as he'd flown in yesterday for a wedding he had to attend today. He was friends with both Liza Minnelli and David Gest who'd asked him to be the best man at their wedding.

It wasn't his turn to have the kids, and he didn't want to travel alone so he invited his brothers, Randy and Tito.

The wedding was nice, and he enjoyed socializing with the few people he did talk to before he grabbed his brothers and hightailed them out of the church.

Now the three of them were sat in Michael's hotel suite talking about whatever came to their minds. Tito and Randy both knew their brother struggled with getting to sleep due to his insomnia, so they decided to stay up with him for as long as their energy would allow them.

Tito cleared his throat before speaking up. "So, what's in the plans for tomorrow, Mike?"

"Well, I have a meeting at nine so do whatever you want." He lifted his head from his hand and looked at him. "I'll probably go window shopping after."

"Meeting where?" Randy looked over from the TV.

"At Sony."

Both brothers made an unenthusiastic noise at the mention of the record company. Sony had been giving Michael the run around for years. They desperately wanted him to obey their every command like their other artists, but upon signing him they hadn't realized who he was.

Michael Jackson doesn't easily conform to the norm.

He couldn't even begin to count the number of arguments that had taken place between him and the company. He was more than ready to wash his hands of them.

"Yeah, but hopefully some good will come out of it."

"What's the meeting for?" Tito questioned turning all of his attention to his brother.

"Davis and I are working on signing another artist."

"What genre?"

"Mm," Michael hummed, "pop, rnb, soul."

"Out already?"

"No, she's just starting."

Hearing that the artist was a woman sparked Randy's interest in their conversation. "She bad?"