*Michael's POV*

The Next Morning...

I jump out of the shower and get dressed. I fix my hair, it's getting abit out of control lately. I've just hadn't been bothered with much, but I'm making an effort as I'm meeting up with Tatiana for the first time since my 'The Way You Make Me Feel' short film. I guess I kind of feel bad for not staying in touch, my feelings for Eleanor got in the way. I got distracted by her to keep in touch with anyone really, but not anymore. I'm a new man, I look in the mirror one more time. I smile at the thought of everything changing, for the better.

I walk over to the little kitchen in my room and eat some fruit. I look through some old photos of Tatiana and I from our filming.

I smile to myself, that was a fun video to shoot. I was too shy to go ahead with the ending that I wanted though. The ending was meant to be the kiss but it was a hug, talk about friend zone. She knew I was prepared for that kiss too, I had been chewing on gum the whole day prior to that moment but I backed out of that ending and changed it. If I could go back and change it now I would. Certainly wouldn't be shy about it now. I close the file and grab my hat.

I go downstairs to the car, Bill helps me in. He drives me to the restaurant that Tatiana's at. I get out and walk inside. I spot her and smile, I walk up to her and she smiles.

"Michael." She says as she hugs me.

"Tatiana...It's been too long." I say, hugging her back.

I take a step back to look at her, she looks amazing.

"It certainly has. When Frank called me out here I was surprised." She says.

"What exactly did he tell you? He didn't tell me you were here until yesterday." I reveal.

She laughs and rolls her eyes playfully.

"Of course he would do something like that. Nice to know Frank hasn't changed. He told me that you might have some work for me on your tour and that you'd discuss it with me well today." She explains.

I nod, yep...sounds like Frank. Scheming rat.

"Yep. That's Frank. Well he's not wrong. We spoke about having you for our 'The Way You Make Me Feel' routine on the tour. The fans would get a kick out of it being you were in the short film and you know the song like the back of your hand. And Frank said you need some work, I'd like to help you, plus you'd get to see the world." I offer.

She nods, playing with her hands. She looks down at her hands momentarily before looking back up at me.

"And that's all it is?" She questions.

I furrow my brows.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"There's no hidden agenda? Especially after your split with Miss Somers?" She asks.

"How did you know that?" I ask.

"It's all over the media. She's on tour with Prince now." She crosses her arms.

I clench my fist under the table, I take a deep breath and unclench. I got to remember, this is for the best. I shouldn't care, I look back at Tatiana. I have a gorgeous model in front of me, who's able to come on tour with me.

"There's no hidden agenda. What I just explained to you is what it is, Tatiana." I say.

She looks at me for what seemed like two minutes before finally speaking.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Should be fun, travelling the world with you." She says with a smirk.

I smirk back.

"Exactly. I don't even know why you hesitated." I say sarcastically.

"Just had to make sure." She shrugs her shoulders.

I chuckle, I grab some money out from my wallet and place it on the table.

"Lets go." I say standing up.

"Where?" She asks.

"I have an event to go to before the show. You're performing with me tonight. I say.

She goes wide eyed.

"Tonight?" She questions.

"Yep. It won't be hard I promise. I'll explain on the way." I say.

She gets up, I take her hand and lead her out the restaurant and to the car. We arrive at the arena for the event, I get changed and she stands backstage. She looks a little lost, I giggle and walk up to her.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine, we'll be here for a little bit then go get ready for the show." I reassure her.

She nods, I kiss her cheek before walking out on stage.

*Tatiana's POV*

I watch Michael while he's doing his thing at this event, I pay close attention. He's always been passionate about charities. He's changed, it must be this break up he's going through. He won't admit it but he is changing. It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing. He's more confident, seems more happier. He's more focused, like nothing or no ones holding him back. I like this Michael. I look at him, he's so handsome.

He always has, he always will. That girl was a fool to let him get away. No matter who was the one who broke up with who, fool.

Michael walks off stage and comes over to me interrupting my thoughts and smiles at me.

"Ready to go?" He asks.

"Yes." I nod.

We get in the car, he looks at me.

"Now. Tonight is just going to be simple. Like in the film, as I'm singing you're walking away from me." He explains.

"Oh...is that it?" I ask.

"Yes but..." He goes on to explain, starting to shy away from me.

"Oh no no no...Michael Joseph Jackson. Don't you start getting shy on me. Tell me." I demand.

I grab his face and make him look at me, his big brown eyes looking into my own.

"Frank. The way he explained it to me is completely different to the way I'm explaining it to you." He says.

"How did he explain it to you?" I question.

"He says he wants you to...'strut your stuff' up and down the stage to get my attention while I'm singing. Like swaying your hips type thing." He says, letting out a sigh as if to say 'Thank god I got that out'.

I let go of his face once he got that out, that's not so bad. I practically did that in the video anyway, and Michael was the one who told me to do it not Frank.

"I don't see the problem. I did that in the film too, because you were the one who asked me to. Michael it's fine, don't burst a vein in that pretty head of yours." I laugh.

Michael laughs nervously, I reach over and hold his hand.

"Honestly. Tonight will be fine, you won't be thinking about this once you're on stage." I tell him.

He looks down at our joined hands then at me.

"You're right. Thank you." He smiles then squeezes my hand.

I smile back. He worries to much, perfectionists man.

The pulls up at the stadium, we get out and head to the dressing room. Michael gets changed and heads to the stage. My number isn't towards the end of the show so once I'm done getting changed I watch the show from backstage until it's my turn to go out on stage. I can't help but be under his spell just watching him. He's a completely different person on stage...

It came to our song and the music starts playing. I walk out, Michael just stares me up and down as I 'strut my stuff' quoting what he said earlier.

Being close to him on stage while performing is quite an experience. It's quite...arousing? I shouldn't really be having these thoughts but come on, this is Michael Jackson. Look at him.

We perform and there are occasions here and there where Michael wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me tight to his body. I feel a rush of electricity flow through me, I try to shrug it off.

Half the time I don't think he realises what he's doing, he looks so lost in the music. Which is good for him, it's what he loves doing. The performance ends and I walk off stage and go sit down. I fan myself, Jesus Christ. If this is what it's like after one performance...man I'm gonna be a mess for the whole tour.

*Michael's POV*

I finish the last concert for London, walking backstage. I grab a towel and wipe the sweat off my face and drink some water. I look around and see Tatiana sitting down. I furrow my brows as I walk over to her.

"Are you alright? You look a little flustered." I ask.

"Yeah I'm fine, just needed a minute." She smiles.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah, Michael honestly. Everything's fine. You hear that?" She asks, referring to the screaming fans.

I smile wide at the fans.

"They loved everything you did tonight." She says.

"What did you think of our routine?" I ask her. Hoping it wasn't too much.

"It was...interesting. But I like it." She says.

"You like it? That's good. If we can do that every show that'd be good." I say.

She nods.

"Lets get back to the hotel. We all need some rest. We have a day off tomorrow before heading to Japan." I say.

"That sounds great." She smiles.

I hold out my hand to her and she takes it, we head out to the car. We head back to the car, going back to the car. We head up to our floor, walking along the halls. We stop at Tatiana's door. I turn to her and smile.

"Thank you for not freaking out and backing out tonight." I say.

"You're welcome. Tonight was actually fun, once getting out on stage you feel an energy that takes over you." She explains.

I smile, she understands.

"Exactly." I nod.

She places her hands on my shoulders.

"Goodnight Michael, I'll see you tomorrow." She says before kissing my cheek.

"Goodnight, Tatiana." I kiss her cheek.

She goes inside her room, I head to my own and slump on my bed. I strip down to my underwear, I like to tour outfits but they're so constricting. I turn on the tv, highlights of my last show were showing tonight. Flashes of mine and Tatiana's performance were on there.

Up close and personal with the Bad star tonight. Tatiana Thumbzten joining Michael Jackson on his Bad Tour making her debut tonight and making quite the impression. And it seems that Michael doesn't seem to mind the contact, Eleanor who? Michael certainly went out with a bang tonight in London before setting off to Japan.

I roll my eyes, the media talking smack again. Sure Tatiana and I were close on stage but that doesn't mean anything. It's called performing. They take everything so literally. I stare at the ceiling, Tatiana and I have connected though since seeing each other again. Maybe I should spend the day with her tomorrow before we go to Japan so it's not a little awkward after tonight's performance.