*Michael's POV*

1987, London...

I swing open the hotel room door, tears streaming down my face. I rush around packing my things, I'm probably making a mistake ending things with Eleanor. But I just can't take it anymore, every where I look Prince is there. He wanted her, now he can have her. I finish packing my things, I walk to the door and my bodyguard, Bill, who is standing at the door.

"Are you okay, Mr Jackson? I could barely keep up with you. Where's Miss Somers? Did you propose to her like you said you were going to?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

I feel an overwhelming wave of depressing sadness hit me, I reach in my pocket and pull out the box that has the ring inside it.

"No. I actually ended things with her..." I admit before setting it down on the small table next to the door.

"What? Why?" He asks.

"I don't want to talk about it. I need another hotel to stay in. I can't stay here." I say coldly.

He nods before taking my bags and going to the elevator. I follow, I just wanted to get out before either Eleanor or Prince came back. Luckily neither of them came back anytime soon. Bill ended up finding another hotel but unfortunately the only one available was the building across the street. At this point in time I didn't care. Just as long it wasn't the same one, I got settled into my room and slumped on my bed.

I pull out my tour schedule, I go over it. I'm due for a show tomorrow. Good, I could use a distraction. The phone on the night stand rings startling me a little, I reach over and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Michael, are you okay? I went to the hotel and you weren't there." My Manager, Frank, asks.

"Oh Frank. Sorry I forgot to inform you. Too much going on." I sigh.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I had to get out of there. I'm at the one across the street." I say.

"Did you and Eleanor get into some sort of trouble or something?" He asks.

I roll my eyes.

"No. I moved because of Eleanor." I say, getting annoyed.

"Oh? Why?" He asks, sounding intrigued.

"We broke up. It's a story I would rather not tell. I'm sure it'll be all over the media at some point in their own version of course." I say in an irritated tone.

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry to hear that." He says softly.

"Don't be, it was for the best. I'll be fine, I just want to focus on touring." I say.

"Speaking of which I wanted to talk about something with you." He says.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I know we use Sheryl for your female role for 'The Way You Make Me Feel' in your show but why don't we use Tatiana?" He asks.

I furrow my brows, what's this man on?

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Well Tatiana has no work at the moment, and it would be great. She knows the song, she knows you obviously. She would pick up the routine quickly. It would be a fresh face and new thing for the tour that the fans would love." He suggest.

I run my hand through my curls, I let out a sigh before speaking.

"I'll think about it. Can I give you my answer after tomorrow night's show? I'm exhausted after today's debacle and I've got a big day tomorrow." I explain.

"Sure. Get some rest, Mike." He says.

"Thank you." I hang up the phone.

I stare at the ceiling, Franks got a point. I already have Sheryl for my 'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' Duet, wouldn't hurt to have Tatiana for the female lead in 'The Way You Make Me Feel' routine. Plus apparently she needs work, she mustn't have any modelling gigs at the moment. I think I still have her file with me.

I sit up and dig through my suit case, rummaging through my files. I find Tatiana's file, I pull it out. I read through it and find her contact details. I leave it out as I contemplate having her on the tour. I look through her modelling photos, she's a gorgeous woman too.

I lay back down and close my eyes, I need some sleep.

The Next Day...

I get dressed in my Tour outfit, I take a deep breath as I look outside. There's crowds everywhere, they're all waiting for me to come outside. I couldn't help but smile, all these people come all this way to see me is so heart warming.

"Ready Boss?" Bill asks.

"Yep." I answer.

Bill and my other guards crowd around me as we make our way to the main lobby, we leave the hotel and hear hundreds of screams. I laugh at the screams, I wave and blow kisses to all the fans before getting in the car.

Once we made it to the stadium I make my way backstage and do some final touches on hair and make up. Make sure all the equipment is working, last thing I want is broken equipment. I'm a perfectionist what can I say? Frank waves me down.

"Hey Frank." I say.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

I know what he's referring to, I'd rather he not.

"Fine until you brought it up." I say giving him an annoyed look.

"Sorry, just thought I would check. You're due on now, have fun. Don't forget about what we talked about last night. I want an answer." He says.

"Alright." I say.

I walk out on stage and the crowd loses it. There's thousands of fans here, I begin the show. I feel electric, nothing is holding me back. This no emotions thing is doing me wonders tonight, performing on stage is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

A few hours later I'm done, I come off stage huffing and puffing from performing my heart out. I was at my prime tonight, I grab a towel and wipe off the sweat. I grab some water and hydrate. Frank walks up to me and claps.

"Fantastic show Mike. I've never seen you like this before." He says, impressed.

"Thank you. Break ups will do that to you." I say sarcastically.

"Well whatever it was you were at your prime. The media agrees." Frank brags, pointing at the tv.

I look and watch the segment.

Michael Jackson was at his rarest form tonight at Wembley stadium. We've seen him perform before but not anything like this!

Those are just a few action shots of the musical genius in his natural habitat. Rumours are also flying around that model Tatiana Thumbzten, may also be joining the remainder of the tour. Remember her from Jackson's 'The Way You Make Me Feel' video?

Michael has one more show in London before he's off to Japan. If you're lucky you may still be able to get a ticket to his final show tomorrow night, check the ticket office downtown right now!

I raise my eyebrows, wow. The media didn't bash me for once. I look over at Frank who's smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You're on fire man. Keep it up. Also, yes or no to Tatiana?" He asks.

"Why do you want her on the tour so much?" I ask.

"Because I just have a good feeling about it. Sounds like a cool idea for the routine for that particular song." He shrugs his shoulders.

I squint my eyes at him, just in case he has any hidden agendas. Usually when I squint at him he'll crack then admit what he's up to or not then I agree. So far he's not owning up to anything.

"Fine. Lets get her in." I sigh.

"Great. She's already in London actually." He admits.

"What? Why didn't you tell me? I would have spoken to her myself." I say.

"No you wouldn't. You've already got enough going on already. You can talk to her tomorrow. Go get some rest." He urges, pushing me towards the exit.

"You're so sneaky Frank. What have I told you about doing that?" I glare at him.

"Goodnight Michael." He sings out before walking away.

I roll my eyes before getting into the car. Bill takes me back to my hotel, I walk up to the room and strip off. I take a shower and change into some shorts and a t-shirt. I sit on the bed and sigh. Tonight was a success, I can't argue with that.

Just have to get through meeting Tatiana tomorrow, I wonder how that will go.