The worlds biggest pop star Michael Jackson, gets one of his fans pregnant and has to step up to the plate and raise his daughter by himself and has to cope with her stubborn ways and behavior.
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February 5, 1987 Indianapolis, IN Bad Tour 8:35 pm
(A/N, PJ travels with Michael on Tour now because he dosent want PJ to be raised by a nanny regardless her behavior. He wants PJ to live a normal life )
PJs POV
I stand in the corner view of the stage as daddy prepares to close out the show. The song "Come Together" rings out from the large stadium. As Daddy parades across the stage getting half naked and dancing with his guitarist and the crowd goes wild. He's ripped up his white beater and I'm still confused on why he would ruin a perfectly good shirt.
I watch as the fans pass out and cry out tears as they reach for the stage trying to get noticed by daddy.
"Wow this is the affect daddy haves on women?" I think to myself.
I stand there shaking my glo sticks to the beat.
The music comes to an end and daddy places the mic back on its stand.
"THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT EVERYONE! IM SO BLESSED TO HAVE AMAZING SUPPORTERS LIKE YOU! I LOVE YOU ALL!"
Daddy yells into the mic as he wave his hand.
Daddy starts walking toward the stage exit and then he extends his arm out to a lady with brunette hair. Her face is covered with ruined eyeliner from crying. And when daddy touches her as if someone shot her she fainted. The crowd, crowd sufted her to the paramedics.
Daddy walks off the stage and is greeted with 6 billion high fives and everyone is calling his name. Daddy smiles and gives some of them high fives and smiles. He walks straight to me and picks me up. He thinks just become I'm a small 6 year old, approximately the size of an 4 year old that he can just treat me like one. He plants 3 big wet kisses on my cheek.
"Ewww daddy your sweaty!" I say. Trying to break lose. He holds on tighter.
I rub off his kisses with my hand.
"You're not rubbing it off, you're rubbing it in" he says laughing.
He smells like cologne and sweat. He carries me to his dressing room and puts me down.
"Go play babygirl." Daddy says.
I walk over to the TV that is in the corner of the dressing room and sit on my knees and start to watching a VSH tape of Looney Tunes. I carry it everywhere I go.
I turn the subtitles on because the crowd is still outside roaring.
Daddy manger come into the room.
"Great job Mike!" Frank Dileo comes in with a cigar in his mouth.
"Thanks! But no smoking in here, my kid is right there" Daddy says removing his ripped shirt.
