Michael and I didn't fall back into love after kissing last night.
I just couldn't give myself back to him with everything going on.
Too many factors pointed to Brenda still being the love of his life.
Mostly sweet Princess Nikki.
But I found myself sitting in this spacious backstage area with Prince and Whitney Houston among countless other celebrities.
Poor Brenda still refused to let any of the hired nannies watch Nicole without her around.
Separation anxiety from the precious baby continued devastating B at the time. Eventhough Nikki would be two years old soon.
I could only imagine how Brenda felt. Sometimes, my mind even wondered if she would ever officially come back to show business.
Only time would tell.
I'd enjoy this concert while utilizing the biggest television screen possible. I'd already poured this glass of wine.
Everything from buffet tables to comfortable and grouped seating filled space to accommodate these guests.
I stood up when model Brooke Shields entered the room and opened both arms to embrace me. We'd collaborated time and time again throughout the years, but lost touch. But I digress.
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Once the concert finally started, we all couldn't stop dancing or singing along.
By the time "The Way You Make Me Feel" rolled around, I already lost my voice from cheering in one way or another.
Still, Brooke and I continued watching the monitor. The audience screamed for Michael once again. I expected nothing less by now. This show exuded brilliance.
Michael once again dazzled everyone with this upbeat version of the record. I smiled for the umpteenth time observing.
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on.
You give me fever like I've never ever known.
You're just a product of loveliness.
I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress.
I feel your fever from miles around.
I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town.
Just kiss me baby and tell me twice.
That you're the one for me.
The way you make me feel!
As expected, the music instrumental began playing before long. Tatiana walked out from backstage after Michael finished singing the second verse.
Jackson then immediately followed, begging for attention while acting. There was no other choice given the circumstances of this performance.
For a moment, I rolled my eyes. Everyone else smiled while watching, completely oblivious.
"Brenda walks ten times better than her." I whispered to Prince while laughing to myself. Skipper bumped fists with me and chuckled, agreeing.
After quite some time, the instrumental music finally stopped playing. I snapped my fingers as Michael sang once more.
Never looked so in love before. Promise baby...
In that moment, we all gasped or dropped jaws in the room.
Tatiana had actually pulled Michael in by the collar and turned her head.
Their lips touched within seconds. I didn't even know what to think. Michael thankfully walked away, but smiled.
Tatiana strutted back to her designated spot behind the scenes. Her bangle wrists tossed up as she smirked for the manic audience.
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"What's going on?" Prince narrowed both eyes. I only shook my head at this point. Everyone else mumbled in the name of confusion.
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"You can't fire me, Michael!" Tatiana shouted backstage in one completely room. The concert had perfectly ended with "Man In The Mirror."
"We didn't plan a kiss. I didn't even want to kiss you in the short film. Why are you not paying attention to the rules?" Michael yelled right back.
"Why are there even rules like that? It's not like your married to anyone." Tatiana screamed once more.
"I didn't want to kiss you. Why are you so upset?" Michael lowered his voice this time.
"Stop treating everyone like garbage and find someone else to love." Tatiana, cracking words in one way or another.
"Why does my personal life bother you so much, girl?" Michael questioned.
"Because the mother of your child is a whore." Tatiana snapped.
Silence filled the hallway within seconds. Prince and I had been standing out here for several minutes, confused.
"Please get out. Don't you dare talk about her." Michael defended the mother of his child and the little princess.
"I leaked those personal stories!" Tatiana reacted out of nowhere.
"What?!" Michael bellowed.
Prince and I immediately faced each other and hurried away before Michael could open the dressing room door.
From the corner of our eyes, Michael had turned completely red at this point.
My heart dropped right into an abyss. There was no other choice given the circumstances.
"Bill please get Tatiana the hell out of here. I can't deal with this shit anymore." Michael demanded his longtime manager.
"Okay, Boss." Bill Bray and other security guards already rushed behind Jackson for tasks, but moved right back to the dressing room.
Prince and I continued hiding in the corner. I shook my head for the umpteenth time. Without hesitation. Prince folded both arms. His mind definitely raced with questions. I knew for sure.
"Frank, call my baby. Now. I can't believe this!" Michael snipped the demand towards his longtime manager.
Prince and I didn't even need clues to figure out who Michael wanted Frank to call.
