(A/N I would like to alert all of you the following! I have decided to name Tatiana's album Rhythm Nation. Yes, I know...its Janet's song; cut me some slack. I couldn't think of a song....and it was stuck in my head.....plus there is a reason why I am going to be using this song.......you'll see. Another thing her performance will be featuring Justin Timberlake. Yes I know he wasn't around in the 80's and it usually annoys the crap out of me to add characters that were not around yet. But hey! This is a fan-fiction!) 

Tatiana's POV

“Okay so we got the outfits, the dance routine, the vocals, are we missing anything?” I ask. “Are you guys ready?”

Our stage outfits had just come in, for the Grammy performance. And I have been working my backup dancers and singers more than Michael worked us on the BAD tour. I wanted everything perfect for the performance because;

A. This was my first live performance

B. A whole lot of people (more than a million) people will be watching.

C. The most important detail. Michael is going to be there.

Is it strange that I want him to be proud of me? That I have this vision that once he sees the performance he will somehow realize what he lost and he will run in my arms saying the three words I have been dying to hear? I love you....

“We’re gonna have one last rehearsal the day before, right?” Kim (my backup dancer) asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah, so be ready.” I smile. “I’ll see you all in a week!”

I've been so busy, I've barely had time to breathe. These interviews and prepping for the Grammy's have been kicking my butt. I perform three songs from my album, Rhythm Nation.

With the help of Quincy, I decided to choose in the following order;

-I'm your Baby Tonight

-Rhythm Nation/ Rock your Body (ft. Justin Timberlake)

-I Will Always Love You

I couldn't possibly look at Michael when I sing I Will Always Love You. I'd end up breaking down, in front of everyone. I couldn't possibly do that. I'm going to show Michael, he might have hurt me; but he didn't break me.

I walk out to the back parking lot and fiddling with my purse for my keys.

"Hey." a voice says. I look up and see Paul leaning against the car with his arms crossed smiling.

"Hey...what are you doing here?" I ask with a smile walking closer. Paul has been such a good friend for these last months and he has really been trying to make me happy, even though he was busy with work.

"I finished filming early. I knew you were rehearsing, and I thought you wanted a ride; maybe we can pick something up to eat?" he asks. I smile.

"I'd like that. Very much." I say giggling. "What about my car?"

"We can come back and get it after lunch." he says. "I'm starving."

I laugh. "That's not new."

I get in the passenger side of the car. It smells like Bleu de Chanel.

"So how is rehearsals?" Paul asks driving.

"It's great. I cant wait for Grammy night." I say. "I think you'll like it. Or hope you do."

"Can't I please come to rehearsals?" he asks in a pleading voice. "Please?"

 I laugh. "You know the rules! No one shall see the performance. Until thy Grammy night."

He rolls his eyes. "What was this written in stone?" he asks. I smirk and look out the window.

"Just know it will be great." I say smiling.

 Michael's POV

"Each time the wind blows..." I sing. I don't know how I can possibly sing this song anymore. As soon as Rachel walks out singing her verse. I stare at her, and see Tatiana. What? I blink my eyes a couple of times and see Rachel again. It's been happening a lot lately. I think I see Tatiana, but when I blink or turn around she isn't there.

"Michael?" Rachel says. I look up and everyone is looking at me strangely.

"Michael?" she says again. I shake my head and look up.

"What?" I say looking at everyone.

"You missed your part, and seem completely out of it...." Rachel says. I smile.

"I'm okay, baby. Thanks for asking..." I say as she blushes. I feel the death glares coming at me from all different directions. Things have been really different since...well you know.

"Can we get started?" Greg mutters obviously irritated. He doesn't even clown around like he use too. At least around me.

"Let's take it from the top." I say. "1,2,3......."

Tatiana's POV

*Grammy Day: Rehearsals*

"Tatiana, this is going to be hot.." Justin says with a smile. It's Grammy day, and we all decided to do one more rehearsal early in the morning for tonight. Quincy thought it would be an amazing idea to have a mash up of Rhythm Nation and Rock Your Body. Not to mention since Justin and I are kind of new to the music industry it would be pretty cool to do.

I smile and do a pirouette, in my Louboutins.  "I'm so nervous...." I say. "And I feel giddy, at the same time."

He laughs takes a sip of water. "Don't be girl! You got this!"

I smile and sit on the stage. I see all of the chairs and see everyone has a seat with their name on it. I sit in the front with Paul, and I look slightly in front of Paul's seat....

"Oh my gawd....." I mutter. Michael is sitting in front of us, a couple of seats over.....

"Damn...." Justin mutters looking where I am. I groan and lay flat on the stage with my hands covering my face.

"Watch this..." Justin says smirking. He hops down from the stage and takes Michael's and his guests' name tag and switches it with Lionel Richie and his wife; in the next section.

"Got no worries, now!" Justin says. I laugh and shake my head.

"Lets just hope that no one catches that...." I say.  He laughs and looks at all the backup dancers and singers.

"You guys better not snitch...." he says pointing at all of them making us laugh.

 Michael's POV

"You look very handsome, Michael..." my mother says in her soft voice. I smile.

"Thank you mother." I say giving her a kiss on the cheek. I decided to wear a black suit with a buckle on the shoulder and a red band on my right arm. For pants, I decided to wear black leather pants with tons on buckles down the legs.

"I better go pickup Rachel. You promise you are going to watch?" I ask as I walk to the door. She gives a small smile and nods.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "Do you feel okay?"

She nods. "Michael...you and I both know you should be taking Tatiana.." she says.

"Mother, I'm very happy with Rachel. Tatiana is out of my life, and I barely think about her." I say.

"Just know Michael, who loves you and who doesn't." she whispers before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

**

I pick up Rachel, and ring her doorbell. She immediately opens it, and I have to admit....she does look beautiful. Her black hair is in a loose curly bun, and her eyes are smoky. Her gown is black and strapless with a thick gold belt, with the locket I gave her.

"Wow." I say. "You look great."

She smiles and looks at me. "Thank you...you do too." she says flashing me a smile, showing perfectly white teeth. I giggle and look down.

"Are you ready?" I ask. She smiles and nods as she takes my hand and we head to the limo. As soon as we get in the car, I look at her and smile.

"You look amazing.." I tell her. She laughs.

"You said that earlier." she says. I smile and bite my lip.

"I know." I laugh looking out the window. If I was being truthful to myself; I would say this whole thing is forced. Extremely forced. It doesn't feel the same as it was with......I shake my head.

"What's wrong, Michael?" Rachel says. I look at her.

"Oh, just uhm nervous that's all." I say.  She gives a playful frown and looks at me. She scoots closer and slowly moves her hand up my leg.

"Don't be nervous.." she whispers seductively. Let's be honest here. I've been uhm...frustrated since....well Tatiana...I haven't had done it, since...

"U-Uhm we're here...." I stutter looking out the window. We go to the back where everyone is entering. I slowly open the car door, and hear everyone screaming and camera's start flashing.

I smile and wave, before helping Rachel out the car. We start walking inside.

Sheryl's POV

"Have you guys seen Tatiana yet?" I say looking at the TV screen. Everyone from tour came to my house to watch the Grammy's. We are all crowded around the flat screen. As soon as I say this Rachel and Michael show up on the screen..

"Augggh..." everyone moans, Ricky sliding off the couch.

"Why???" Greg asks his mouth full of fried chicken. "It's so...."

"It doesn't have words..." Jessica (crew member) mutters grabbing more Cheetos. I flip my hair to the side and sit back watching the television.

"I also see we have another celebrity pulling in...."  says a commentator says on the red carpet. The car door slowly opens and there standing is Paul. He looks amazing, like an American James Bond. He had a black fitted suit, black skinny tie, and a starch white shirt. He smiles as everyone starts to scream (mostly the girls, can you blame them?) He turns around and takes some hand, helping her out the car.

Paul's POV

"You ready?" I whisper peeking in the car. Tatiana smiles and get out of the car taking my hand

At that very moment all of our mouths drop, on the floor. Every man is staring at her up and down, every woman is either giving her a look of admiration or jealousy.

 There is Tatiana on the red carpet, and she looks amazing. Her newly blond hair is in loose curls that are flipped to the side. She is wearing a red mermaid dress, that hugs her petite frame in all the right places showing off her amazing figure. To top it off she has on dripping diamond earrings and diamond bracelet bangles piled of her wrist. I have to admit....Versace and Cartier knew what they were doing....

"PAUL! TATIANA!" the paparazzi screams at every angle snapping pictures. Tatiana looks down shyly, since she still isn't exactly use to the press yet. She holds my hand tighter, letting me know she is a bit nervous. I smile and look at her as she looks in the camera's. I lean in her ear and whisper;

"You look beautiful..." I whisper. She smiles and looks up at me. We start walking down the carpet and finally walk in the back. As we walk in the building, someone taps Tatiana's shoulder. We both turn around and there standing is Luther Vandross.

"Luther!" she says smiling, her face lightening up as she pulls him in for a hug. Luther and Tatiana became close friends; and are working on a song together.

"Girl, look at you..." he says standing back admiring Tatiana. "You look beautiful."

Tatiana smiles and blushes. Luther looks at me and smiles.

"Hey man!" he laughs as we slap each other in for a hug. As we laugh and clown around I look over at Tatiana and she is looking in the distance her face emotionless. Almost pissed.

"Tati....?" I say slowly. We all look in her direction and right there standing is the one and only Michael Jackson with.................... Rachel?

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Hey guys!

I decided to make this chapter in different parts....I don't know exactly how many yet...but just an FYI!

And OMG 11k views! I just want to thank all of you so much, and I never would have imagined for this story to be such a big hit! So thank you mi amours <3 I would also like to thank all of you for your crazy support, and the inboxes, comments and everything!

I also owe all of you a huge apology for a late update....school, modeling, and  everything isn't a joke. Seriously. Not to mention I am a debutante, so I have to go to practice....): it sucks. ALOT! 

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