"Mr Jackson! Mr Jackson, what is your next project that you want to do?! Mr Jackson do you like the art? How about you tell us what songs you got done for us? Is there a woman in your life?"

It was the same routine of running from the press and paparazzi. It was my life since I was a child. I just wish there was a day, where I could be a normal guy, exploring the beautiful works of Van Gogh and Picasso. But, no, I'm a man who has to run and be shoved in a limo from the undying love of fans.

Don't get me wrong. I love all my fans. I wouldn't be who I am without them.

I sigh deeply before letting out a dry cough.

"Bill?"

My friend of a limo driver eyed me through the rear mirror while he drove. My eyes met his as I fixed the collar of my shirt before speaking.

"Do you think there's ever going to be a day, I could just go out and be normal Michael? As I capable of having just 24 hours, no better yet, 1 hour of normal living?"

Silence.

Bill scrunches his face and shakes his head, "Never in a million years, Mr Jackson." I folded my arms before taking a deep breath.

Everything was so complex in my life. From my music to my love life. The thoughts rambled in my mind as my long fingers slid through my thick curly hair. I didn't want to think about negative things; so I looked out the window at all the people walking around the street.

Wish that could be me.

Eventually, Bill dropped me off home. Good ol' Havyenhurst. I opened the door to be greeted warmly by my mother. Her embrace was everything I needed in my life as I embrace her back before kissing her cheek.

"Hello mother, missed me?"

I think I got my warm, bubbly personality from my mother. She's such a peach. Her gaze looked at me with a sunny expression, "I made your favorite food." I raised my eyebrows, "Oh really? You're kidding!" She nods as we walk to the kitchen together. I held her hand, squeezing it gently as she knows I don't like her walking too much, especially with her polio.

No one else was home, I could tell by the silence of the house. The only noise was the clicking of my loafers against the mahogany floors. I sat down and ate as my mother sat beside me. Her sweet, melodic voice was humming a song as she watched me eat.

I chuckle as I look over at her, "You sure you don't want to go on stage and sing me with me?" She laughs quietly, "Oh Michael, you know how shy I am." I cheesed, "Well, I'm shy but I won't let me stop my flow." She shakes her head while continuously laughing, "I refuse to do it!" We both laugh together.

"Michael, have you every thought about meeting a girl? Dating?" My smile disappear as I notice the serious tone in my mother's voice. I was never one to really go out nevertheless ask a girl to go out with me. I mean I've went out with girls such as Brooke Shields and Tatum O'Neal but it felt so....infatuated. I was ridiculously shy, somewhat felt insecure that a girl will never love me with the added thing is I wouldn't be able to give a woman what she desires...attention.

I sigh, speaking in a low-melancholic tone, "No mother. I'm way too busy for girls."

I always felt a sense of peer pressure to go out and date, considering my brothers did it. They slept with women, found girls that they loved, got married, had kids. The things I've always saw myself doing. I feel like it's the question everything asks, 'Michael, when will you get a girl and have kids?'

If only it was that easy.

I bit my lip nervously as my mother got the picture and she yawns, "Well I'm going to be going to bed soon." I smugly a smile as I stand up, "Let me walk you up to your room." I helped her get up from the chair and walk her to her room. She turns to me and kisses my cheek, "Goodnight, my sweet angel."

I smile widely, "Goodnight, mother."

She closes her door and I walk downstairs humming to one of my songs, "I Can't Help It," as I sat on the floor, playing with my fingers.

"You know you could be promoting depression, how you look right now."

I know that little squeaky voice anywhere. I look up to see my older sister, LaToya with her arms folded, smirking. I roll my eyes while laughing softly, "Such a prick." She sits beside me, "You really need to go out, Mike. There's no reason for a superstar like you to be sitting on the floor."

"So we could all do kumbaya together?"

She couldn't help but laugh as I laugh with her at my silly little joke.

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side note:
i decided to write a new story because i just didn't like the flow of the other one, i really hope you guys like and comment on this chapter! love you! ✨