Love is an unconventional notion. It can be as bitter as it is sweet. Love can either lift you high above the heavens or drag you through the depths of hell. One minute you're on a cloud, no can reach you, no one can touch you. Next minute, you're exiled with poison of wrong decisions. Either way, love will always have it's control. You just have to learn to find where your heart sets.

Since the kiss between Tatiana and I, Jesse has been a bit distant. She smiles, but I see right through her mirage. She allows me to hold her at night, but it's just not the same. I've been yearning to talk to her, touch her or kiss her the way I did before the incident. What kills me the most isn't her lack of anger, it's the fact that she's not responding, not at all.

Though my relationship with Jesse has been awkward and mute, each day I still continue to drag myself to appearances with her arm linked in mine, pretending to be the happiest couple on earth. Though most of the tabloids have added fuel to the fire with the new speculation that I am having an affair with Tatiana.

I've become merely oblivious to the source of their lies. Tatiana and I are just friends. I have no romantic interest for her at all. Yes she's killer in the appearance department, but I'm in love with Jesse, not Tatiana. They (the media and tabloids), are too naive to see that.

"Michael, what's been going on with you? Is it about the kiss? I haven't told a soul, I know it wasn't meaningful..." Tatiana sighs, sitting on the steps of my trailer.

The Way You Make Me Feel is almost completed. We've just have to clean up the last scene between Tatiana and I then we'll be finished with the filming and on to editing. I actually couldn't be anymore relieved, it would give me more time to spend patching things up between Jesse and I. But for now, I'm going to feign through this shoot and call it a day.

Picking at a line pebble on the artificial gravel, I sigh heavily as well. I want that memory gone. I want the kiss to be no longer officiated with my brain. I just want amnesia.

"I should've did it. That's the point, now Jesse is distracting herself with longer rehearsals and longer productions. She has went completely mute on me. She only gestures things" I continue picking at the pebble.

Placing a supportive palm on my hand, Tatiana gives me a small, hopeful smile. I stare at our hands silently, configuring if her gesture is genuine.

"I mean if I had a guy like you and you kissed a girl like me... I would be beyond mutinously angry..." She admits, shaking her head at her own truth.

I feel sympathy for the woman. She's gorgeous and stunning. Legs to kill for, but she allows herself to be her only asset. Beyond her beauty is a small little girl who was evidently taught that beauty is the only thing that matters. I know there more to her than her exterior.

"Why do you say that?" I ask, honestly concerned.

Her big brown eyes meet mine, her hollow cheekbones, clenched as she fights the pain of her own thoughts.

"Because I'm the girl who cut a break because she can untie her bra. I'm the girl whose made it this far because she willingly let down her hair. I'm the girl whose mother and father expected so much as well as supported so much, but they never understood. Yes, I've dabbled into singing and dancing...." She pauses, inhaling deeply before she continues.

"I've been in many cover shoots from international magazines, but mine of it meet a thing in the world, I'm just another pretty face" She concludes, removing her hand from mine and staring blankly into the evening sky.

Remaining silent, I analyze what was foretold. She's just a lost little girl. She doesn't know what she wants. Much like me, she has everything, but nothing at all. That's why I rely on Jesse for my strength. Unfortunately Tatiana has no one to rely on.

"Yes you are a very stunning woman, but also a scared little girl. You can't let your frustrations get to you Tatiana. You're more than you think you are. I think you are an intelligent woman who demands attention and well, receives it. One day, you'll find your purpose. You will. Everyone is purposeful" I smile, glancing into the sky as well.

She nods, her eyes falling on her only subject, me. The understanding of my words is there, but something else lies there as well. Something I have been avoiding, love.

"Michael... These months we've spent shooting your film... Have been the best months of my life. You're not what I expected, not at all. It's very hard to explain. At first it was attraction, but when we kissed, God it's something about that kiss, short and sweet. I think I fell for you then..." She blushes, watching my returned gaze.

My heart rate increases, not with mutual feeling, but with fear. I can't have Tatiana falling for me, that's not how it works. She can't fall for me out of the blue. Not when I only ever kissed her once, and the kiss was no more meaningful than loosing a pair of socks. It meant nothing to me.

"You can't. You can't fall for me! We barely even know each other!" I protest, standing up from the steps.

She mirrors me, shame within her pupils.

"I-I know. But, you don't understand... Your kindness. The way you looked at me when we first met. The way you pointed me out during the audition. The kiss. Michael I know there's something between us. I'm not delusional" She pleads, daring to step closer to me.

I quickly take another step back.

"No! No... I'm just friendly natured! Okay? I have no feelings for you. I've given you compliments, as a friend. The kiss meant nothing, you know I love Jesse. You know I do. I'm in a relationship, a happy one!" I screech in a loud whisper.

As much as I want to raise hell about her accusation, I know I don't need everyone snooping in my business.

Her pained expression is killing me. How can she be in love with someone she barely knows? I'm in love with Jesse because I know the ends and outs of her as well as we've known each other for three years upon dating, I've only known Tatiana nearly six months.

"Love has no time limit Michael. You can't tell me what's in my heart. I-I love you" She croaks, finally breaking down her walls.

I glance around frantically, clueless on what to do. She's sobbing quite loudly and I'm well aware if I don't react fast, it's only going to become a burden.

Gently taking her wrist, I lead her into my trailer, quickly locking the door behind me.

"You're not in love with me Miss Thumbtzen. You think you are. You're not. I'm pretty sure you've never been in love before. Just please understand what I'm trying to say here..." I stress, holding onto her wrist.

"Michael... Twenty-five years old, I know my heart. I'm not some naive whore! I know that for a fact, I'm in love with you Michael! I'm in love with you, there's nothing you can do or say that will make me believe other wise!" She retorts, snatching her wrist from my palms.

This woman is frustrating me. My mind is flustered from her sobs and her accusations. First, she presumes we have romantic interest in each, now she's claiming that she's in love with me. Can a woman be so emotional that she becomes discombobulated with fantasy and the truth?

"I wasn't implying that you were. Look, whether you're in love with me, or not. We are professional people, working together. I take my craft very seriously and if you can't keep up your end of the deal, then I may have to let you go. I'm sorry, but I have enough to worry about" I express, watching for her reaction.

She remains silent for a long few minutes before glancing at me. Her eyes now dark and heavy.

"Alright.... Fine. I'll play along with your game. But know this, I don't take men toying with my emotions lightly. If you want keep things professional then so be it, but besides this shoot, I'm nothing to you. Got it?" She runs through coldly.

I sigh heavily and nod still boggled by her sudden mood swing.

"And that goes for the tour as well. Oh yeah, we're touring together. Mister Javkson" She smirks, wiping the last of her tears from her cheeks as she stands up.

Her demeanor has returned, her wall rebuilt. All of this because of rehection, she's transformed into her mask, the black widow. A true Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde replica.

I mutinously allow her, her moment to feel powerful and in charge. She's not the woman I'm aiming to please, but I'm relieved she has sworn, through her devious gestures to dethrone herself from the fantasy she lived in.

Upon exiting, she takes one last glance at me, the shimmer of what was left of her disappointment apparent just before it twinkles away. When she disappears behind my trailer door, I sigh in relief. I've hopefully put an end to that endless saga, but now I still have burdens to attend.

Upon her mentioning the Bad tour as well as boldly boasting her future appearance, my mind teleported to Frank. I've been blindly allowing this man to make mistake after mistake in leading and managing my career. He's continuously either making excuses or charting terrible advice.

Much like Joseph, he's into marketing new things and trying to add to my net worth with "easy money" projects, I'm growing very tired of it.

And now, he's making an decision on my dancers I will tour with? Unbelievable.

After much long contemplation on how I will approach Frank with my deposition, I finally gain the nerve and began that treacherous walk through the set and into his cigars fog.

"I need to talk to you, now Frank" I demand, ignoring the stares from the crew members.

Taking another inhale of his cigar, he sits upright in his directors chair.

"What's up Mike? You look pissed" He chuckles.

"That's because I am. I need to talk to you, in private" I restate.

He nods and wiggles himself from his chair,gesturing for the crew members to continue their respective duties.

"Alright... What's on your mind?" He asks, as he directs me towards his trailer.

I couldn't comprehend why Frank felt the need to add onto the budget for this project by not only requesting a catering service for the crew members, directors and dancers, but a trailer for himself, Tatiana and I. I didn't mind at first with it being a trailer for Tatiana and I, bit I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he insisted he needed one as well.

"Frank, you're not innate same page with me on anything" I sigh as we enter his trailer.

"What do you mean?" He asks, puffing into his cigar.

I roll my eyes and wait impatiently for him to put the deadly piece of tobacco out. When he catches my glare, he sighs heavily and smudges the cigar into his ashtray.

"When I say no, Frank says yes. When I say stop, Frank says go. When I'm not around, Frank speaks for Michael. Do you get the gists here? This isn't what a partnership is. You work for me Frank. I'm not under you" I stress, lowering my eyebrows in frustration.

Inhaling deeply, he leans back into his second directors chair, eying me silently for a moment. When he gathers his thoughts, he leans forward and clasp his hands together.

"Look, I do as much as I can for you kid. Things aren't always going to go your way. My job is to manage. Yes I work for you, but I manage your career. I know when you should jump and I know when you should skip, that's my job. Now if you don't like what I'm doing, you can respectively point out the specifics" He finally replies, leaning back into his chair as if informing me that it's my turn to speak.

"Alright, for instance why wasn't I informed about the decision for Tatiana to be one of my dancers for my tour? Explain that Frank" I huff, leaning against the vanity.

"Simple. She's the leading lady in the video, why not continue her shine on your tour? Plus, her publicist talks nicely with numbers" He shrugs nonchalantly.

Now he's really pissing me off. I've been through this with Joseph and refuse to have another person, whose under me, tell me what I will and will not do. I'm not a pushover or a welcome mat to scrub anyone's dirt off on.

"I don't give a damn about money Frank! This is my tour! I say what happens and what doesn't happen! If you can't fix this, consider yourself no longer the manager of Michael Jackson" I fume, quickly turning on my heels to exit.

Michael Joseph Jackson is no ones welcome mat. He's no longer taking orders laying down. He's done...

To Be Continued...