It was morning, and I decided to sleep on my couch instead of the bed. I was still ashamed of my sexual thoughts of Marina.

Morning came, and I was reading this magazine about myself. People really believe this woman who claims I was her baby daddy? I couldn't help but laugh. I got up from the bay window and sat on my couch.

I was playing with my yo-yo as I heard a knock on my door.

I growl, "Come in!"

It was Joseph.

I sigh, because I knew he was coming in here, not for my well-being. But, for a favor of course. I had no room to complain, I was living in my family's house. He looks at me, smiling.

Let's see what scheme he got for me.

I sat up on the couch, and he sits next to me, "So, I got this amazing promotion deal from Pepsi that I think you should do with your brothers." I raise an eyebrow speaking in a groggy voice, "This again, Joseph?"

Joseph has been talking about this to me for months of how I need to incorporate my brothers into my fame hut. He wanted all of us to continue staying on this 'same level,' but we are all grown at different states in our music. I like playing with new sounds, new noises, and I love having that independence in my music. It's why 'Thriller' is such a great album. For once, I did something for ME, not for Joe.

He grumbles at my answer as my mother walks into my room. I hate when Joe does this. It's a cycle. I say no to him, he thinks I'm joking, then I hold my ground, so he gets my own weakness: my mother, to get what he wants. My mother sat beside me, "Oh c'mon, Michael. Please?"
I groan as she looks at me with her big, brown eyes while her delicate hands cup mine.

How could I say no to my sweet mother's plea?

I continue to look at her as she tears up, and I scowl, looking away, "Fine! Fine! I'll do it! But only for you mother!" She hugs me tightly, and I smile gently as I embraced her into my arms. Her sweet vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as I rubbed her back. Joseph was pleased, of course.

I look up at him as he grins, "Rehearsal at 6."

I nod as my mother lets go of me, and I stand up, "No more favors." He was so giddy to have me participating in this stupid little commercial that he didn't even bother to listen to me. I say 'No more favors' and it led to me to doing Motown 25, now this.

The hours passed as I got ready for this commercial. I got a ride from my older brother, Marlon who was as...'enthusiastic' as I was about this.

"10 dollars say that Joseph gonna explode on us for being late."

Marlon chuckles, "He's gonna get that belt on our ass for this." I shook my head laughing as I gaze at my watch. We were 7 minutes late, and a part of me was afraid of how angry Joseph was going to be. He got to remember that I'm doing him a FAVOR, I don't have to do this.

We got there and was met with an angry Joseph.

He yelled at us that we had 5 minutes to get ready. Marlon and I couldn't help but laugh our butts off. He slips me my 10 dollars and I shove it into my pocket as I grab my infamous jet black, sequin jacket with my silver sequin glove.

Rehearsal was a bitch. I regret saying 'yes' to this. I don't know who was tired of hearing screaming more, Joe or the actual director. I continue to practice my strut down the stairs, feeling the beat of the music with my dance moves until they were reading to shoot again.

Alright, Michael, we are ready! Alright! Set! ACTION!

My brother began to play as I walked the stairs gracefully as the fireworks of exploding lights shot behind me. It felt somewhat good to slide down the stairs until I felt some heated sensation against my scalp?!

Was my head on fire?!

I was so unfocused I slipped down the stairs, tumbling down as it became mass hysteria around me. A jacket was wrapped around my head, as I groan in excruciating pain. My brother was around me as my vision was blurry. My head hurt so bad as all I saw was my mother and Joe around me.

Paramedics lifted me. Everyone was a blur to me. I heard screams.

"Michael, we are right here! We are not leaving you!"

My hand tightly squeezed my mother as the paramedics were moving me? I wondered how.

WHEEEEEDOOOOWHHEEEEEEEEEEE

Was I in an ambulance? I had a small smile. I always wanted to ride in an ambulance. Who knew?

The pain became so grave that my eyes were heavy. Then everything became black.