Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston: The king of pop and The voice

A quiet place

Whitney pov
I was getting ready for tonight show. I wish where I went wrong. My baby shouldn't be having a baby at 15. I didn't know my kids were active. Prince, Bobbi Kris and Paris. I might as well get them condoms and birth control. I had a sip of vodka. "Nippy you know your not suppose to drink with your medicine." I turn to see my brother. "Yea and your not suppose to be doing cocaine still." I said. "How did you." I cut him off. "Your eyes are red your Jittery and most importantly I had to pay off your debt." I said to my brother. "Look m sor." I cut him off. "Go to rehab or you will be dead ." He nodded. "I hear about krissy." He said. "Yea. I'm just beyond tired. I'm tired of life and everything. I just want to Jesus." He cut me off. "Nippy." I cut him off. "No! I can't keep covering up for you guys with mom! With krissy! With my husband! I can't take this anymore!" I said running out. It is no escaped. I ran to someplace quiet. "Mom!" I heard Krissy. I just ran. I have been very up set. I'm tired. I went to a quiet place. I went to a storage closet. I just needed to breath. I just needed to talk to God alone. I began to pray. I began to reminisce.

I open my eyes. I know pretty soon I will have to climb on stage. Singing song which portrayed my life story. I love and sometime I have let go. Sometime I sings song that people want to hear but not the ones I need. I sometime wish i could go back to being that little girl with a nice voice. Go and sing in church choir and just feel God all over me. I know he still here but I feel so lost and alone. This industry as I hate to admit it eats at you. So much and it so hard. People may say what about the money or fame. Like Jesus said what is a the profit of a man, to gain the whole world but lose his soul. It so easy to get caught up. I just want to sleep and rest. I walk out the closet and got ready to take the stage. "Mom I'm." I cut her off with a hugged. "Mommy just need some time alone. I'm going to be okay." I said smiling at her l. She nodded. I kissed her cheek. I got on the stage and did my best.

We went back to the room. The twin were sleeping. Michael was sitting at the table. My body felt so weak. I just wanted to sleep. I went and laid down.

Micheal pov
Whitney look beyond tired. Nic and Bobbi Kristina came in early. Prince and I talk about life. I got to know my   Children all over. "Hey is nippy okay?" Her brother ask. "Yes why?" I ask. "She said she want to go." He said. "Where?" I said. "To see Jesus." He said. I ran to the other room. I check to make sure she was okay. She was hardly breathing. "Call the ambulance! She barely breathing." I yelled. "Mom!" I heard someone say it was BobbiKris. She had complain about having a hard time to breath lately. "Baby. Please God don't take her yet." I said.

We all sat in the waiting room. Silence. Prince was holding his younger brother Jonathan. While I held Jessica. I had a disguise on. The doctor came. "She doing okay, but she suffering from a respiratory infection. She been sick. She will be okay. She just need antibiotics." He said. I nodded. "Can we see her?" I ask. "Sure but the younger kids should stay here." He said. I nodded. I sat Jessica beside my mom. I went to the room. She was up. She look beyond tired. "Michael?" I cut her off. "Just rest."I said. She nodded.

Whitney pov
I know it not time. Micheal stay with me the whole night just holding me and singing to me. Telling me I love you. We just relax.