Will You Be There

Chapter 2

-Christina 's p.o.v.

I was given the instructions from my boss; go and keep a close watch of Mr. Jackson himself. I wasn't really a fan but I wasn't completely blind to what people say was the 'truth.' I'm not a fan which means I'm not defending him through his personality and character to say "Michael Jacksons too sweet and innocent to do so!" I stand on logic and my training which explains "Michael Jackson is too busy with his massive career to do so." I arrived to the arena just as he was walking from wardrobe to makeup; he looked up and locked eyes with me. Suddenly I found myself quite pained to have to utter the words I was sent to deliver.

This man may be a super star but he smiled and waved as if he were a kind neighbor out on the street, the one from your small town you kind of know but still smile and wave to when you see them. I approached him slowly as I raised my head and gave him back a warm smile. I stuck my hand out to introduce myself; I had talked to his manager earlier that day addressing the fact that i had to take care of some legal things with Mr. Jackson. "Hello Mr. Jackson, I talked to your manager earlier, I'm here to discuss some legal actions that have arisen," he gave me a quizzical look mixed with a smirk, "Well okay Mrs......." I spoke up realizing I hadn't told him who I was, "You can just call me Christina ... and its Ms." "Oh is that so Ms. Christina?"

He continued smirking at me in quite an attractive way, "Well I have to continue preparations for the show, If you can meet up with me before, I'm sure we can at least discuss the basis of the situation." He kissed my hand quite softly and walked into the room with the sign 'make up' taped to the door. I sighed as I realized this was going to be much harder than what I expected; he was so gentle and down-to-earth. Who would want to hurt such a harmless person? Who would dare accuse such a sweet man of doing such a vile crime? I found a bottle of water on a table and scanned the room for somewhere to sit down; I needed to figure out how I was going to give him the news. After about an hour of mindlessly spacing out, commotion immerged from the doorway.

He stood there looking through the room for something that I'm guessing was me because his eyes lit up when he saw me. He walked over to me and sat down in the chair across from where I was sitting. "Well hello there Ms. Christina ," he poked fun of my correction from earlier. "Hello to you to Mr. Jackson," I shot back in the same amount of enthusiasm. I really didn't want to bring his mood down especially since he had a concert he had to do in less than an hour. "So what's this business stuff we need to discuss?" I tried masking my worry as I mentally fought myself on whether I should tell him now or later, "Mr. Jackson..." he cut me off with a giggle, "You don't have to call me Mr. Jackson anymore, just Michael." I half smiled taking his gesture into consideration.

"Alright then... Michael" I said emphasizing his name, "I really don't think right now is the best time to discuss the matter at hand, I think it would be best to wait until after." He stared at me as if I had just grew two heads, "Christina if its that important I think we should talk about it now, it wont be a problem I'm sure." He stood up and grabbed a water bottle opening it and taking a small drink. I stood up as well and followed him to the side of the stage. He stopped in mid-walk and turned around, our chests just centimeters away. He dropped his head to where his mesmerizing eyes were looking straight into my soul. He whispered desperately, "Please tell me." His warm minty breath hit my face every so gently and I closed my eyes and embraced for what I had to tell him.

I kept them shut and looked down, I couldn't bare see the hurt in his face when I told him, "Michael.......Even Chandler is pressing charges against you for.............f-for misconduct of proper child care." I slightly opened my eyes to see him shuffle his weight from one side to the other, "And this misconduct on my part would be?" I sighed and looked him dead in the eyes, "Michael, he's claiming you had a sexual relationship with his son. He's gone to the court and filed a Child Molestation charge against you." His face fell into a frown of discomfort and I could of sworn all the life from his eyes was sucked completely out. He looked at me with a cold look on his face as the realization set in, a single tear rolled from his eye as he stood there looking in the distance over my shoulder, "Why me?" he gasped.