In life you are given the gift to inspire. The gift to inspire is powerful beyond measure. Most take the gift of inspiration for granted. Most don't see it as a necessity, just more of an object. The gift of inspiration is prize worthy and when it is spread onto another person, it is note worthy.

She inspires me each night. Each night I stand beneath the spotlight, I feel her inspiration radiating over me as well. She inspires me through the many gestures of her love. Each night I look up to the left wing of the producers room an I see her. Hershey eyes, so filled with love and compassion. Pearls, spread her lips as she graces me with a smile. She's my everything.

With the notion of Jesse being my inspiration implanted into my mind and soul, I decided to give back. I want her to know I support her dance career as much as she supports my career in musical entertainment as well. I don't ever want her to configure that I don't care for her dreams or aspirations, I'm not selfish in that manner.

When I thought about how willingly Jesse was to retire from her position as a soloist and a part of mister Sanchez's ensemble, I felt guilty. I felt guilty because she dropped everything for me, she set aside her dreams to help clear my visions. She's such a beautiful soul and even more beautiful dancer, I couldn't let her dreams go unnoticed.

Therefore, I called in a favor with Bill after doing a bit of research, I remember once talking with Jesse's father and he recollected how much she loved Italy. There's this wondrous dance company in Italy that specializes in dance and ballet, I instantaneously knew that this dance company was the break Jesse needed. In addition to researching I asked Bill to contact the founder, Rivolda Pilozzi.

Miss Pilozzi was very cooperative in her conversation with Bill, stating the aspects of her dance company as well as recollecting on her dancers that are now world renowned, especially the famous African American ballerina Misty Copeland. Upon hearing that, I set to work on secretly tapping Jesse during her practices only to send them to Miss Pilozzi afterwards. She seemingly loved it.

Further more, because Jesse has impacted my life ever so gracefully and greatly, I decided that this once in a lifetime opportunity would be a partial token of my gratitude. She has helped me see my manifold of a dream unfold and now I will do the same.

"Do you think she's going to go through with it?" Bill asks, interrupting my concentration.

I glance towards the studios door.

"Bill, I'm kind of in the middle of something" I sigh, glancing back at the full body mirrors before me.

His shoes lightly come in contact with the pine floor. I watch his expression carefully as he approaches me. Something is telling me that he's burdened, it's written clear in his body language.

"Michael... I have something to tell you" He pauses, stepping beside me.

I furrow my eyebrows in grave concern of his subtle tone.

"St Louis Madrin Hotel called yesterday..." He continues, watching my expression carefully.

"They asked about Jesse... The manager wanted to know if she was okay. Supposedly she called the front desk, but didn't answer and when a maid went to clean your suite, there was blood everywhere in the bathroom. Is there something I should know Michael?"

I rub my temples silently, digressing every word he just said. I have not the slightest clue to what he is talking about. I am aware that Jesse had and still has been acting very strange lately, but I have never noticed any alarming signs.

"Bill I don't know. Did the manager say anything else?" I question, my heart sink into my chest.

"Yeah... He also mentioned finding a re velvet box underneath a love seat in the living room"

"And..."

"Michael, I think Jesse was pregnant. The box had a positive pregnancy test, ultrasound photos and a list of vitamins to take" He exasperates, shaking his head in disappointment.

I glance up at him, my eyes wandering his to discover if his last statement was a lie. It has to be. Jesse would've told me if she was pregnant. She wouldn't have kept it a secret for this long. I know he wouldn't have.

"No. Jesse would've told me. She's on birth control. She... How?" I question, sighing heavily.

"Mike, birth control isn't always ensured to prevent pregnancy, it happens. That's why you're supposed to use protection. My concern is did the blood they found. Did Jesse have a miscarriage?"

"How in the hell am I supposed to know?! I didn't even know she was fucking pregnant! God! She did this alone! Why?!" I screech, punching at one of the mirror in front of me.

"Michael! Calm down. I'm sure she tried to tell you, you just don't remember" He reasons.

I glance at my fist which is thankfully intact without a cut. My thoughts are rambles and ravaged along with my emotions. I'm rams hacked between the elation that I could've had a child and the rage that our child didn't survive. How could this happen right beneath my nose?

"I don't remember her ever mentioning being pregnant. We've talked about children... Oh God" I gasp.

"Can you see that Jess? Maybe it's just me, I can see it so clearly" I sighs foolishly at my own imagination.

"No Michael... I see it more clearly than you think" She swallows, caressing my jaw through the darkness.

"I'm glad you see it too Jess. I really am" I smile, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

That night she tried to tell me, or at least wanted to tell me. I could sense it, but continued to be oblivious to all of the signs. On numerous of occasions she would mention children, or if catch her talking and rubbing her stomach mindlessly, how could I have been so ignorant to her transparency?

"Michael what? Do you remember something?" Bills urgency halts my ponder.

"She has tried to tell me. I ignored the signs Bill. And now I shoved this Italy crap in her face! Bill... That was a month ago. She was pregnant without child... My child. How can I be so damn stupid!" I screech, face palming myself.

"Michael... It's going to be okay. We can talk to Jesse about it. I arranged for her an visit with an local OB/GYN. She's going to be taken cared of" Bill assures me, kneeling beside me.

"I'm a fucking jerk! A stupid ass jerk! God... I can only imagine how she feels" I begin to cry, holding my face in my palms.

God blessed us with an hopeful human being, but I wasn't there to help and support the woman I love. I was so tied up in the burdens of the tour that I ignored the needs of my pregnant girlfriend. Yes, I wish she would've told me, but I understand her proposition in feeling the need to do it alone. I ignored her signs anyways.

"Where is she now?" I croak.

"She's back at the hotel. When they called yesterday, I needed to talk to her before I talked to you. I want both of you guys healthy and happy. I'm going to also see about finding her a therapist. I know how tragic death is to her. It's the least I could do" He explains, standing up.

I nod in agreement.

"Can you have Frank cancel my show for tonight. Tell him I'm sick or something I need to be with Jesse" I exhale, standing up as well.

Bill nods and unexpectedly gives me a warm hug. When his hefty warms wrapped around my head, I felt my already fractured heart shatter. I don't know how, but somehow he telepathically figured I needed and wanted a hug.

Bill and I have had moments like this before, but this moment is different and much more meaningful. This hug means the world to me, it's all I ever wanted from Joseph. This hugs says a million things directed with love, but most importantly it says "I'm here for you". I'm just glad he is.

Though today I was supposed to perform here in Indianapolis tonight, but I can't. I'm not in the right mind frame and I can't let oblivion reign once again.

"You're strong Michael. Both of you. Just support her, but don't forget taking care of yourself as well. You can't be strong for her if you're not strong for yourself. I love you Michael I do. And i honor these you have grown up to be. I don't tell you that enough" He smiles, releasing our embrace.

"That's why I'm always up in your ass. You're too smart to make dumb decisions. But, I know one thing you made a right decision with Jesse. Any woman who can endure what she has and still manage to stick by your side after that, is one hell of a woman. Always remember that" He stresses, patting my back lightly.

I nod and wipe the remainder of my tears.

"God won't put you through anything you can't handle baby, always remember that" Mother would always remind me.

Her words are truth. God will never out me through anything if he knew I couldn't handle it. I've been through a lot of tunnels and always seemed to find the light towards the end if the very tunnels. Every trial, every tear, every frustrated groan, never out shone my smile of victory.

Glancing at the man in the mirror, I smile. This man can conquer anything, he can face any galieth and still reign supreme. Now I just have to show Jesse she can do the same.

To Be Continued...