~Michael's POV

I was officially in the doghouse with Rayne. It was eating away at me, even distracting me during my rehearsals. The brothers and I were about to go on tour and I had to make this right before I left. "Michael, you keep missing that step! It's not that hard, focus!" Joseph growls. "I know it's not hard Joseph. I created it." I growl back. "Then do it right." He says, grabbing my shirt. I pull away from him, "don't touch me." I say angrily. "Or what? Big nose.." He says through clenched teeth. My breathing increases, I can feel my blood boiling, I look at the rest of my brothers in the room watching for the next move and stomp out of the studio angrily. Joseph pushes every button imaginable. I never thought you could hate your parent as much as I hated mine.

I go to Rayne's and knock on the door, anger seething through my pores. She opens the door, a frown on her face. "Yes?" She says, rolling her eyes. "I know you hate me right now. But I really need to talk." I sulk. "About?" She folds her arms, leaning on her doorway. "I can't come in?" I ask. "I don't think so.." She responds. Her eyes roam, focusing on anything but me. I give a deep sigh, accepting her anger. "I can't take Joseph.." I sigh. Her face softens slightly. "He grabbed me, called me big nose. I almost punched him." I sit on her stoop, my head facing the ground. I feel her sit next to me, a distance between us. "Why do you let him control you?" She asks. "Tell him your not performing if he keeps mistreating you. You're the star of the group." She tells me. I nod. I've always been very humble about who I am, but the truth is, I am the star of the Jacksons. "Use the fact that he needs you against him, because he does...you need to learn how to take control of your own career.. just take control." She advises me. I stare at her, admiring her. She's amazing, I've enjoyed being around her so much and the little time I wasn't around her, I missed her. "I should. Things just affect me and I let it consume my emotions. I'm the worst at expressing how I feel." I mumble. "Well maybe you should learn. I mean, where will you go in life if you can't even tell someone how you feel?" She leans her head on her knees, staring at me with her beautiful shade of purple eyes. "You're right.. I just need to gather up the courage." I stare back. The silence between us turns into a different vibe. My eyes meet with hers before I catch her bite her lip and look away. "Uh.. I hope that helped. I've gotta go back inside." She stands. "Yeah.. me too, before Joseph pops a blood vessel." I chuckle awkwardly. I watch her as she walks back inside, giving me a small weak smile. I still haven't told her I was going on tour.

After cooling off and talking to Rayne, I walk back inside the studio. "Are you done with your tantrum?" Jermaine asks. I ignore his question and stand back in front of the mirror, trying not to look at myself or anyone else. I restarted the music as Joseph watched, almost waiting for me to mess up again. "Damn it Michael! You are gonna sit in here and practice all night if you don't get it right!" He yells, once again grabbing my shirt. "Get off of me!" I yell back. "Get off of you? Or what?" He smiles a gruesome smile. "You gonna tell Kate? You can't be my kid, you're too sensitive, too black to." He shoves me into Marlon. "You can't keep doing this! I won't perform." I scream angrily, regaining my balance. "What the fuck did you say?" "You heard me! I won't perform if you touch me again!" I repeat. I was so angry, my face was hot. Joseph gave me a terrifying look, then walked out of the room, leaving us sitting in silence. I sit on one of the speakers trying to correct my breathing. My eyes watering from pent up emotion. "Yo Mike, you're crazy man.." Marlon chuckled patting my shoulder. "I guess rehearsal is over today..." Tito shrugs, removing his guitar.

~Rayne's POV

"Where's Michael? I haven't seen him in a while." My dad asks. I shrug. "He's got a new girlfriend, I guess he's busy with her. He came over for a couple minutes to talk but he had to go.." "I read, they are about to go on tour.. They'll be gone for the year, I thought you'd be over there almost everyday until they left." He chuckles. "I didn't know they were going on tour. He never told me. When are they going??" I ask. "Looks like the day after your birthday." I was angry, but I wasn't gonna say a thing. I was going to let Michael tell me. If he really cared as much as he claims, he'd tell me before our birthday. I shrug nonchalantly, heading into my room. I couldn't wait until next week. My best friend was coming from Detroit to LA to spend my birthday with me. He and I grew up together and have known each other since we were 4. He's like a brother.

I give him a call and make sure he's still coming. "Of course I'm still coming Rayne! I could never miss your 20th birthday!" He enthused. I smile a broad smile, "I'm so glad Derrick! I'm so excited! I feel like I haven't seen you in so long. I miss you!" "Awe Ray...I miss you too. We'll see each other soon! 6 more days and I'll be right there to bug you for a week." I hear him giggle. I chuckle, and my father interrupts my phone call by calling me back downstairs. "Michael's here!" He calls up. Michael peeks in my room door as I continue to talk on the phone. "I've gotta call you back D. I can't wait to see you!! Bye." I smile, hanging up. "Who's D?" Michael asks. "My best friend in Detroit." I explain, "he's coming here for my birthday." "Oh..." Michael says somberly, he takes a seat on my bed. Things weren't at their best between us right now, so I wondered why he was here. "I didn't get to tell you, I'm going on tour, next week." "I heard." He grabs my hand. "I want everything to be cleared with us before I leave, because you're never promised another day. I'm not saying that I won't come back, but just in case... You know?" I shrug. "I guess. We're cool." I take my hand out of his. I was still angry honestly but I wanted this to be over. "Um, ok... Well Tate is coming over so I better go-" "Tate" I groan. "What? What's wrong with Tate?" He sighs. "Nothing, I just don't like her.." "But she's a sweet gir-" "that's nice mike... Are we done?" I ask, interrupting him. I don't wanna hear anything about Tatum. "I just don't understand what's wrong here?" He asks. "Nothing, Michael.." He sighs again standing to leave. "Good luck on your tour." I spat, laying down facing the opposite direction.

~Michael's POV

I wish Rayne would just talk to me, I can't fix what I don't know is broken. It's killing me knowing she's angry. "Rayne..." "You can go now..." She mumbles. I walk out and close her door behind me stomping down the stairs, confused. I have a tour to deal with. I have to get my mind right. I can't focus on Rayne. No matter how much I want to..