Harmony in the Spotlight:Michael Jackson & Tisha Campbell love story

What's up with Martin?

Tisha pov

Reunited with my father, thanks to Michael, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in years. The joy of being with my father was immeasurable, and Michael's support made it all the more special. However, reality soon set in as I returned to work on the second season of Martin.

Martin was becoming increasingly erratic. His sudden fits of rage were alarming, and they seemed to come out of nowhere. It wasn't just me who noticed; the entire cast was on edge. His behavior towards me was particularly troubling. He would make inappropriate comments and advances, despite knowing I was dating Michael.

"Hey Tisha, how about we grab dinner after the shoot?" Martin asked one day, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

I forced a smile, trying to keep the situation light. "No thanks, Martin. I've got plans with Michael tonight."

His face darkened for a moment before he plastered on a fake smile. "Oh, Michael again, huh? Lucky guy."

I nodded, quickly excusing myself to the dressing room. The weight of his behavior was getting to me, and I needed to talk to someone. That evening, after wrapping up another tense day on set, I called my father.

"Hey, Dad," I said, my voice trembling.

"Hey, apple-head. How are you holding up?" My father's voice was warm and comforting.

"I'm struggling, Dad. Martin's behavior is getting worse, and I don't know what to do. He's been so inappropriate, and it's affecting everyone on set."

My father sighed. "I'm sorry you're going through this, Tisha. You need to stand your ground and protect yourself. Have you talked to anyone about it?"

"I've talked to Tichina and the rest of the cast, but I haven't told Michael. I don't want to worry him," I admitted.

"You need to do what's best for you, Tisha. If things don't improve, you might need to take a further action," my father advised.

"I know, Dad. Thanks for listening. I just needed to talk to someone."

"Anytime, apple-head. Remember, I'm always here for you," my father said reassuringly.

The next day, Martin's behavior continued to be erratic, but I tried to keep my focus on my work. Michael called me during a break, and his voice was like a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "How's everything going, Tisha?" he asked.

"Things are a bit rough on set, but I'm managing," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Just remember, I'm here for you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call," Michael said.

"Thanks, Michael. I appreciate it," I said, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

As the days went by, I continued to navigate the challenges on set. Martin's apologies became a routine, but his behavior didn't change. I held onto the hope that things would improve, but I knew that I needed to be strong and protect myself. My love for Michael gave me the strength to face each day, knowing that I had someone who cared deeply for me.

In the end, I realized that I couldn't Martin's actions, but I could control how I responded. With the support of my father and Michael, I knew I could get through this difficult time.