The scheme of Romeo and Juliet, was that love conquers all. The theme was that sometimes, sacrifices doesn't always give you want you most desire. In love there will be a scheme in which you gain positive incite and a theme in which negativity resides.

Minutes turn into hours. Hours turn into days. Days turn into weeks, and weeks finally equate to a month. My album has finally been released.

I can honestly admit that I feel much confidence in my albums release. Four years I let those songs and it's singles lather in my mind and on my scraps of paper. Four years I took my precious time crafting each rhyme and hymn just right. I almost gave up, but I'm surely happy I didn't.

Before the official release of Bad, Singles of my choice were unanimously released onto radios and other media players. My first single being self entitled, Bad.

When I released the first single, I had expectations of having people in desire to know what else Michael Jackson has up his sleeves. What is he giving to the people? Whilst they sat in anticipation of the next single, I began correlating my upcoming international tour.

Since Jesse has dedicated most of her time in practices and shows for Art Thou A Flower, I rarely see her anymore. I am very proud and emasculate about her success in gaining a position in her dream directors productions, but I do wish to spend as much time with her as possible before I go onto my first leg of the Bad Tour.

"Hey baby! I'm back... I'm sorry I missed lunch. I really needed to work on my Sautè. I just can't get it right" Jesse rambles entering the suit.

I turn my gaze away from my notes and glance over at her.

Flustered, sweaty, but still beautiful. I am oblivious to what it is that makes Jesse so attractive. It could be her wild laughter. It could be a sweet voice. It could be her well constructed build. Whatever it is, I have certainly lost my train of thought because of it.

"Baby? What's wrong? Is there something in my hair or my teeth?" Jesse freights, her hands wandering her face desperately for the invisible imperfection.

"No. There's nothing wrong... It's just. Never mind. What were you saying?" I stumble across my words.

Plopping beside me, she lays her head gently into my lap.

"I just can't get it right. There's always something. It's always something. My father would flip in his grave if he knew I still couldn't Sautè" She exasperates.

I sigh, feeling guilty that I can't sympathize with her.

Jesse's father, Robert Lee Edmond Junior, was a strong willed man. Much like Joseph, he would push and push beyond limits. Although he wasn't physically abusive and more often complimented Jesse as a small child, he had a way of words that would affect her for the rest of her life.

Robert Lee Edmond died a little over two years ago, due to a failed kidney. Many doctors proclaimed he wouldn't have survived if he was donated a kidney, his kidney was still much too weak. I believe there could have been more options for him, but it was all up to Mister Edmond to decide his fate.

"Michael, I have never told anyone this before, especially regarding Jesse. I know with your own profession you must focus on your craft, but I also know Jesse will need a little push. Push her Michael. Be her motivation. I past this job to you now" He weakly requested, placing a shakily palm on my hand.

"I will sir. I promise to take of Jesse. I will never stray her. I promise" I whisper, carefully squeezing his hand.

And for the first time, a smile crept onto his ailing face as he nodded.

"I know you will. Thank you" Were his final words before I was escorted out of his patience room.

"I'm sure he would be proud that you've made it this far" I convince.

Glancing towards the ceiling, she sighs heavily.

"I wish he was still here. He would've loved to have met Mister Sanchez. A true dream come true"

Caressing her jawline, I nod in agreement.

A momentary silence falls between before she decides to speak again, forcing herself from my lap.

"So, what have you been working on Mister Jackson?" She flirts, alternating her shoulders forewords and back.

I chuckle at her sudden change of mood, passing her my notes for today.

While Jesse was out in practice, I resided in the suit. During my time alone, I found myself daydreaming about the tour. That's where my most of my ideas come from; dreams. I believe it's a gift from God each time an idea appears.

Today's idea and or dream also included movie shorts for a select few of my singles. Since my success with John Landis in the making and publishing of the Thriller video, I have become even more fond of the magic of movies.

And because of this fondness for directing and acting, I have decided that just as Thriller, Bad will also feature short films. I am just still I'm the mist of creating and finding great producers to collaborate with for this dream to become a great reality.

"These are your ideas for Bad?" Jesse asks, astonishment in her tone.

I giggle timidly and nod.

"Yes. Those are my ideas. It's just a snippet of my dreams" I blush, embarrassed by her silent compliment.

"Baby... This is amazing! Where do these ideas come from? Wow" She enthuses, flipping through my scribbles.

My cheeks are becoming warmer and warmer with each compliment and reaction of hers. I rarely share my ideas with anyone. I feel my ideas are between God and I until I choose to share it with whom ever. I just feel Gods gifts are sacred and shouldn't be distributed inspire of.

"God. This is his work. I'm just the one that shares it. This is his doing" I stress.

She nods, fully understanding my reason for stressing that point. Jesse and I may have grown up differently, religiously, but we both share a mutual understanding of where our talents and gifts come from; God.

I believe that to be very important in any relationship, especially intimate. You can be soulfully and physically connected, but being spiritually connected is far into the meaning of chemistry than soulfulness and physicality combined.

"I love that about you Michael" She smiles, returning my notes onto the coffee table in front of us.

"What's that?"

"I love that you are so connected in your religious belief in God. Even though you left your religion as a Jehovah's Witness, you still abide by Gods teachings. I love that about you" She expresses, her Hershey pupils widening with genuine love.

Once again, she manages to make me blush and become foreign to my everyday words. This is why I love Jesse so much, she even makes Michael Jackson humble himself in her grace.

"What else do you love about me?" I flirt, shifting to turn my entire body towards her.

She giggles like a crushing school girl.

"I love your smile and I love your eyes..." She lulls, keeping her eyes on mine.

I lean into her slowly.

"What else?" I enthuse, my actions and tone growing bold by the second.

God this woman is my poison. Even without trying her sensuality shines through her, making her incredibly hard to resist.

"Your lips. I really love the way you bite down on them..." She purrs, pulling me down gently by the collar of my flannel.

"You mean like this..." I teasingly demonstrate.

"Exactly like that..." She purrs again, tempting me with a tender peck of the lips.

As we lower deeper into the couch, so does our shared kisses transfusing from tender pecks to passionate lip locks.

Heat and desire has arisen into the room. Both Jesse and I lost in the moment. No one else matters, no one else exist; it's just Jesse and Michael.

Well it was just Jesse and Michael before Bill bursts through the door in panick.

"Michael! Michael! Are you in here?!" He screeches, urgency active in his tone.

Jesse sighs heavily before releasing our kiss and allowing me to lean up from hovering her body.

"Yes Bill?" I ask, trying to control my still very heavy breaths from my recent steamy kiss.

Jesse slips from beneath me, sitting upright on the couch.

"Oh you're here... God I was worried. There's a bunch of them outside making quite a fuss. I assumed you were out there inducing that. I'm sorry" Bill informs as he walks over to my wide, glass slide door.

"Wait. Who? Whose out there Bill?" I ask, become a bit panicked.

"Michael... What's going on?" Jesse asks, my passive panicking passed on.

"I don't know. But I wish Bill. Would tell me already" I direct.

Pulling away from the window, Bill turns to me sighing in relief.

"It's jut your fans... They are quite fussy today. The hotel manager wanted to know if it was because you were teasing them again"

I couldn't help but laugh.

I love my fans. Since my Jackson 5 days I have experienced many days of fans sitting outside of our home or hotel room, just waiting for a glimpse of my brothers and I. Some fans would actually make it into out yard or our home, hiding in a very well over looked area.

Each time they would, I remember mother allowing them inside, offering them a quick meal. Of course after their meal and a hug and autograph, we would send them on their way in happy tears.

Experiencing the kindness of my mother towards our array of fans, I have continued that legacy of allowing my fans safe closeness to me. When and if I can I will personally send out refreshments for the loyal fans that would wait outside the gates of Havenyhurst day and night.

And if I'm locked in an hotel room, I will autograph random items and through them down to the awaiting fans, smiling widely as they screamed and howled of my gesture. My fans are just that important to me.

Standing from my spot on the couch, I jog over to the slide door, peeping through the linen curtains like a small child.

"Jess... Come see this" I smile, astonished by the huge group of people with posters and plush Teddy's.

These people are just so beautiful.

"Wow... All if this is for you" Jesse gasps from behind me.

I steal her hand and walk towards the handle of the slide door.

"And I have you to share this with..." I blush.

Bill quickly grabs my arm, removing my hand from the handle.

"I don't think you want to cause and uproar Michael" He warns.

I slip my arm and hand from his grip.

"Bill... They came to see me. You know I can't disappoint them" I guilt trip him.

"Plus... This is the perfect time for them to meet Jesse, officially" I add.

At the last part of my statement, I can feel Jesse tense up. I know she's still very anxious about the reactions to me publicly, well privately proclaiming her as my girlfriend to the world, but I steadily assure her that my fans she be the least of her worries.

Bill breaths and reluctant sigh, stepping out of the way if Jesse and I.

I flash him a thankful smile and proceed out onto the balcony to greet the lovely being six levels below me.

"Michael! Michael!" They chant, some even scream as I reveal myself to them.

Jesse is still hiding behind me, far from the view of the fans as I blow kisses and thankful salutations to them.

"Jess, Come on babygirl. They won't bite" I convince, gently pulling her beside me.

The fans cheers fluck up as they howl there acceptance of Jesse. I can't even try to hide my smile as I share the most precious part of my fame, my fans.

"Wave to them Jess..." I whisper in her ear.

She gives me a glance of uncertainty before eventually waving to the crowd below. If they weren't louder before, the fans fly into an uproar of "I love you" and even some "Awes" at Jesse's apparent shyness.

I take in every bit of this moment. With every passing minute, Jesse slowly relaxes, enjoying the graces of my fans. This is what I most desired, having someone to share every bit of my life with.

Now that I have Jesse, I can finally have someone to share memories with, to recall the insanity and extremes of my fans. I finally have someone to change my singular into a plural.

"These aren't my fans anymore. They are yours too. They're our fans" I conclude, pecking her cheek tenderly.

She glances over the crowd, still in awe.

"Our fans..." She repeats.

I nod.

Our fans, finally...

To Be Continued...