My body was extremely sore and my head was banging, and I sadly woke up to the phone ringing and it wouldn't stop ringing. I ripped the chord out the wall and it stopped. I sat slumped over the bed for a while, waiting on the ringing in my ears to go away. I slowly slid out the bed onto the floor and sat there staring at the ceiling. When I finally decided to get up , I walked into the kitchen. Hannah left a note on the fridge.

I'm out doing a video shoot be back tonight. ~ Hannah

I groaned and grabbed some leftover coffee, trying to cure this hangover. I'm I'm never drinking again. I vowed to myself. I slumped my way to the coffee table and picked up the mail. I sat my cup down and flipped through.

Business
Business
Business
Me?

I opened the letter from a lady named Diana. I don't know a Diana except Diana Ross, and she probably hates me. It goes way back to the Wiz though.  She swears I stole her part, when it was given to me. I can't help I was Dorothy. But this one was Diana Haywood. It was a picture, a picture of a baby. It was a boy. and his eyes looked familiar and I couldn't place it. I shook the picture, trying to figure out what it was about this baby. I walked around with it and walked back to my room with the coffee. I plugged the phone back in and kept staring at the picture. What is up with this baby? I was snapped out of my thoughts by the phone ringing again. I picked it up immediately because the sound was making my head ring again.

"Hello?"

"Jasmyn!!!" I heard Janet scream. She was my little bestie, I loved her and her perfect high cheekbones. They were like mine.

"Hey doll! How are you?"

"Good, I was trying to get away from Diana. She keeps toting her baby around the house." she groaned and I could tell she rolled her eyes.

"Diana who?" I asked picking up the picture of this mystery baby.

"Diana Haywood, the chick who swears up and down Michael got her pregnant. He did tell you about it right?"

"Yeah....but he didn't tell me the baby was here." I said lowly. But it takes 9 months for a baby to be born. So he was cheating before I left. She's been carrying his child way before I left and he played it off like it was nothing.

"Yeah the baby is here and this chick won't leave the place. The DNA test hasn't even came yet, so she has no reason to be nuzzled in here like she's automatically a Jackson. I hate her Jasmyn. I miss you and Michael together. You always had the biggest smile on your face when you were with him."

"Yeah...guess that didn't mean much to him huh?" I said barely above a whisper.

"Yes it does, Jasmyn he's miserable here without you. I see him going through you guy's pictures. He's been crying and everything. He's made a mistake a horrible horrible mistake and he knows it."

"I'll call you later ok Janet." I said.

"What's wrong?" she asked. I sighed.

"I love your stupid stupid brother. I have to go do something."

"Well ok, bye girl." Then I heard a baby crying in the background. "OH MY GOD SHUTUP!!!" Then I heard a click. I hung up the phone and sat there thinking for a while. If I had've just showed him a bit more attention. This wouldn't have even happened. If I had just cherished him a little more.

"No, no, no, This performance is in two days. I'm looking at the sketches right here and I clearly stated in the meeting that i'm not wearing anything like that onstage. I have young fans and...." The Chanel representatives kept talking. "What does it matter, what I'm wearing!!??" I groaned and rolled my eyes. My manager, Veronica; was running all over the place. I looked up to see Michael walking in with a basket. After I already told not to.

"Hi!" he said with a smile.

"Baby..what are you doing here?" He kissed me on the cheek while I was on the phone.

"Well you said you couldn't go out so...." He pulled the cover off top of the basket.

"You brought a picnic, awww what a boyfriend. Young love is so beautiful." Veronica said holding a file across chest.

"Michael honey, this is very nice, but, but I-I got a crisis." I moved across the room.

"Yeah, but I got all your favorites."

"Honey, baby, I'm sorry, I know you mean well but I told you on the phone I don't have time to stop."

"Okay, you don't have to stop, I'm invisible, I'm not here." He lite a candle.

"But I don't, hmm..." I picked back up the phone. "Oh, who approved this sketch?!.....Well there is no Mark Robinson here." I turned to Veronica and mouthed "Get me Mark on the phone!"

"Awe love Mark, Michael do you know Mark?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah!!" he said.

"Well, let me just check that with what I got here...... all right... see 36B is not the number for...." Michael started making a lot of noise with a handheld pepper grinder. "....my chest, its 34A, well I don't know who gave you that measurement Brad. No I don't want it green. It was supposed to be black and white horizontal stripes..." I stopped and looked up at Michael. He looked up at me innocently

"Pepper?"

"None for me." I said through gritted teeth.

"Okay sorry" He looked back down.

"I'm sorry, as I was saying.....and I'm sorry but that's..." I looked up and noticed a fire that Michael's candle started. "Oh my God!!" I screamed. Michael started putting out the fire with a squeeze bottle of water.

"Okay, that's a fire." He yelled.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call you back." and I hung up. "Michael? What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry. But ah, hey, oh, somebody's off the phone, how 'bout a glass of wine by the fire, I could get it going again." He had a hopeful smile.

"Baby you're not listening to me, I don't have time to stop. Ok, I have a performance in 2 days, the damn outfit isn't made yet, my drummer is in the hospital, and i'm pretty sure one of my backup singers is pregnant."

"Come on Jasmyn, you don't have what, ten minutes?"

"I don't have ten minutes!!" I retorted immediately.

"What? Veronica, does she have ten minutes?"

"Hey, Michael!!! I already told you I don't!" I yelled at him

"Don't yell at me okay, this is the most I've seen you all week."

"Look, I cannot do this right now, okay, I've got a show, would you just go home, I'll see to you later." I started storming out.

"Yeah, but wait..." he grabbed my hand.

"Good bye!" I snatched away and left the room.

It's all my fault. I drove him into the arms of another woman. I picked up the phone and called him but he didn't answer. So I left a voicemail.

"Hi, it's me. I really need fo speak to you. And I know that this can't be solved over the phone. But I want you to know. I feel awful. Please, Michael you gotta know that I didn't wanna push you away and put my job before you it's just. Singing is all i've ever had and i just-. Look, I just know that I love you and you love me and nothing is so big that we can't work through it together and I really really miss you and...." I hung up and just bursted into tears in my hands.