*Michael's point of view*
I watched as my beautiful bride-to-be sang with her strong voice she had. Even though I'm not really a rock fan, I wasn't lying when I told her and her group they had good music. I really am a fan of her and her group. "Evanescence's" música is amazing. No wonder she is the queen of Rock and Pop. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing her favorito! white tank parte superior, arriba and blue jeans with the rip ends at the feet that she changed into. She even had on her favorito! black flip flops and put on black eyeliner and her make-up, making her look like evanescence but still beautiful. All Taylor had to do was take off the eyeliner and she was the little girl I was so close with 8 years ago. She was still Taylor Jackson, my foster sister. I just fell in amor with her.
"Her música is very. . . .interesting, huh, Mike?" Jermaine said. I wasn't really listening to him because I got lost in the music, listening to each instrument. "They sound really good. Taylor never lost her talent." I said. "Yeah, but she abused it. She's using it in the wrong way." That caught my attention. I looked at Jermaine, ready to jump for Taylor's defense at whatever negative thing Jermaine had to say. Again. "What are tu talking about, Jermaine? She's using it just fine. What, tu don't like it?" Jermaine looked at the ground then grabbed my upper arm, pulling me out of Taylor's sight.
Jermaine let out a deep sigh like he was guilty. "Michael, I know tu two are engaged and we told her that we would have her on the tour. But. . . " He wouldn't finish his sentence. I was waiting to hear the rest but he wouldn't speak. "But what?" I asked, pushing for him to finish. "But we can't have her come with us. Not with what música she has made. Taylor is not allowed to go on our 'Victory' tour, Michael." I felt my blood boiling from anger. He has gone too far when it comes to my fiance. I felt my hands getting into a tight fist. "Why can't she come, specificly?" I asked, mostrando I was furious. "Michael, with the música and the message she has in her música we don't want-" "We?" I cut him off. "The others. We don't want the fans to have to listen to one message and then another when the two messages are totally different."
"I don't understand. She made that música because she had no other way of expressing herself when she was taken away from us! Taylor tried everything but music! That was her only way! And your saying that tu aren't accepting her because she wasn't coping when she was taken from us?!" I was yelling at Jermaine as if he was my father without the beating. "That's not what we mean, Mike! We don't like how her música is dark and depressing and filled with nothing but pain and sorrow!" Now Jermaine was yelling at me. "She wrote things like that because that's all she ever felt! She was in a dark and depressing world and she felt nothing but pain and sorrow!" Jermaine didn't say anything for a minuto while I tried really hard not to get real angry and hit my brother.
He put each of his hands on my shoulders and said,"Michael, I know that tu amor her and tu want to make her happy and tu never want to break her heart. But your life together will have broken hearts. This will have to be one of those times. I'm sorry, lil' bro. We won't let her come and tu can't bail on us." I wanted scream and cry at the same time. What am I going to do without my fiance for a año and a half? I can't even handle being away from her for a day. I let out a deep sigh and said,"When does the plane leave again?" "Next Friday." I have to tell her tonight. I have no choice. I have to leave her. "Fine. I'll. . .I'll talk to her tonight."
*Later that night in Taylor's view*
"Hey, Michael? What were tu and Jermaine talking about when I was singing? tu guys left and tu came back looking depressed like tu ran over a dog." I asked. Ever since that, Michael seemed like he was so tense and scared. I tried to relax him but nothing was working. Not even massging his shoulders worked. "Taylor, we need to talk." I immediately got scared. I never wanted to hear those words in one sentence with this mood from Michael. I hope it's not what I'm thinking of. "What is it, babe?" I asked while besar his shoulder as we sat on the sofá watcing the fuego burn in the fireplace.
"Jermaine, Tito, Randy and Jackie don't. . . .ugh. I can't do this!" I started to rub his shoulders again while he put his head in his hands. "Can't do what, honey? Tell me." "My brothers wanted me to tell tu to not worry about the tour anymore." I was confused. What was Michael talking about? "What do tu mean 'don't worry'?" "My brothers don't want tu to come with us on the tour." Michael looked at me as he told me the truth with his eyes red like he was crying. "What? I don't understand." "My brothers think that because of what your songs are about, it wouldn't be a good idea for the fans to hear it. I'm sorry, baby. I tried to convince Jermaine but he wouldn't crack!"
My corazón was breaking as I heard what Michael was saying. I thought his brother were actually loving and were going to keep me again no matter what happened to me. But I was wrong, The only sweet Jackson boy is Michael now. "Did tu say that tu weren't going to do it?" I asked. "Taylor, I have no choice. It's too late for me. I have to go no matter what. If I could bail, trust me, I would. But I have to go." I felt my corazón división, split in two. "What? Why didn't tu fight? tu fought for me to come with tu but tu didn't fight to stay home? tu chose them?" I started to think Michael chose to go with his brothers than stay inicial with me. "How could tu think that? Before I even defended myself, Jermaine dicho I had to go. It was like he knew I wanted to fight for myself."
"But what am I going to do without tu for three years, Michael?" He looked at me with confusion. "Taylor, the tour is only a año and a half. Where are tu getting three from?" I realized I never told him that I was going to go on tour for evanescence for my reciente album that just came out. "I forgot. Dammit. When the 'Victory' tour ends, the 'Evanescence' tour I have for my brand new album begins. But where the last mostrar will be for your tour is where my begins. The only thing is that the days are back-to-back." "So we may see each other." "We are going to make everything up that we missed for a año in a half in a whole day? Michael, that's impossible. And we won't see each other because the night your concierto ends, tu dicho tu get on a flight to come home. I now leave that same night. I won't see tu until 1987, Michael!"
Michael was angry at what was going on and we walked into the cocina both pacing around with the little island counter between us. "You know, if tu had just fought anyway about tu staying home-" Michael cut me off and started to get loud. "Taylor! I told you, he dicho I can't bail! What was the point of me saying anything?" "You could have tried to fight either way! It's better than just obeying at the spot! tu should have at least tried! But tu decided to let him win!" I started yelling at him back, making us get into an arguement. Our very first big arguement. "Taylor, if he tells me no, why should I try? There's no reason if he dicho no already!"
"Yeah and when tu asked me if I wanted to go on the ferris wheel, I first dicho no and then tu persuade me into doing it. And what did I do? tu could have persuade into doing either one! But tu chose to surrender too soon! tu need to grow up, Michael, and deal with hurting your family because tu already hurt me!" He came walking slowly towards me, looking into my eyes with innocence but guilt at the same time. "What do tu mean I have already hurt you?" "You hurt me por not even trying to stay with me somehow! tu chose to cave into your brothers than fight for the girl who is in amor with tu and wants to be your wife! I amor you, Michael, but damn! Man up to your family!" I started to walk away from him but stopped to look back.
"Oh, and when tu finally come inicial after 3 years without me, don't be surprised if tu find out that I'm with someone else. I just might give up on what we have even though I don't want to loose you. Just a fair warning." I left the cocina completely and went up to our room. I wanted to so badly throw something but I had to control myself. It was never a pretty sight when I got furious. I sat on my side of out king-sized cama and started crying. I hadn't cried this hard since I was 14. I so badly wanted to go back downstairs and tell Michael I was sorry but he needed to hear what I said. But he didn't need to hear that last thing. I should have never dicho that.
As I kept crying my eyes out, I felt warm slender arms envolver, abrigo around me and then a warm body pressing against me. I cried into Michael's camisa, camiseta and held him close to me, mostrando I was sorry without saying it. He started to rub my back besar my shoulder. "Shhhh. It's going to be okay. Everything will be okay." Michael said, trying to calm me down. "No, it's not! We want to get married but it won't happen another three years. I can't wait that long, Michael." I looked at his addicting eyes, trying to catch my breath. "We'll work it out, Taylor. I promised I would never loose tu again and I won't break that promise. We'll think of something. I know we will. And I'm sorry. You're right. I should have tried to fight. tu were right and I'm sorry for what I said." "I'm sorry about what I dicho to Michael. I don't know why I dicho that."
I started to rub the back of his head and enredados my fingers in his soft, curly black hair as he wiped my tears away from my face. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him hard and deep. I wanted to mostrar him with this kiss that I wasn't going to leave him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept besar him as he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist the best way he could. I felt I was still crying and the tears were falling into the kiss. But I didn't care. I wanted Michael to know that I won't leave him and I will wait for him. No matter how long it takes. Because I amor Michael Jackson and I will become his wife unless he orders me away.
I watched as my beautiful bride-to-be sang with her strong voice she had. Even though I'm not really a rock fan, I wasn't lying when I told her and her group they had good music. I really am a fan of her and her group. "Evanescence's" música is amazing. No wonder she is the queen of Rock and Pop. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing her favorito! white tank parte superior, arriba and blue jeans with the rip ends at the feet that she changed into. She even had on her favorito! black flip flops and put on black eyeliner and her make-up, making her look like evanescence but still beautiful. All Taylor had to do was take off the eyeliner and she was the little girl I was so close with 8 years ago. She was still Taylor Jackson, my foster sister. I just fell in amor with her.
"Her música is very. . . .interesting, huh, Mike?" Jermaine said. I wasn't really listening to him because I got lost in the music, listening to each instrument. "They sound really good. Taylor never lost her talent." I said. "Yeah, but she abused it. She's using it in the wrong way." That caught my attention. I looked at Jermaine, ready to jump for Taylor's defense at whatever negative thing Jermaine had to say. Again. "What are tu talking about, Jermaine? She's using it just fine. What, tu don't like it?" Jermaine looked at the ground then grabbed my upper arm, pulling me out of Taylor's sight.
Jermaine let out a deep sigh like he was guilty. "Michael, I know tu two are engaged and we told her that we would have her on the tour. But. . . " He wouldn't finish his sentence. I was waiting to hear the rest but he wouldn't speak. "But what?" I asked, pushing for him to finish. "But we can't have her come with us. Not with what música she has made. Taylor is not allowed to go on our 'Victory' tour, Michael." I felt my blood boiling from anger. He has gone too far when it comes to my fiance. I felt my hands getting into a tight fist. "Why can't she come, specificly?" I asked, mostrando I was furious. "Michael, with the música and the message she has in her música we don't want-" "We?" I cut him off. "The others. We don't want the fans to have to listen to one message and then another when the two messages are totally different."
"I don't understand. She made that música because she had no other way of expressing herself when she was taken away from us! Taylor tried everything but music! That was her only way! And your saying that tu aren't accepting her because she wasn't coping when she was taken from us?!" I was yelling at Jermaine as if he was my father without the beating. "That's not what we mean, Mike! We don't like how her música is dark and depressing and filled with nothing but pain and sorrow!" Now Jermaine was yelling at me. "She wrote things like that because that's all she ever felt! She was in a dark and depressing world and she felt nothing but pain and sorrow!" Jermaine didn't say anything for a minuto while I tried really hard not to get real angry and hit my brother.
He put each of his hands on my shoulders and said,"Michael, I know that tu amor her and tu want to make her happy and tu never want to break her heart. But your life together will have broken hearts. This will have to be one of those times. I'm sorry, lil' bro. We won't let her come and tu can't bail on us." I wanted scream and cry at the same time. What am I going to do without my fiance for a año and a half? I can't even handle being away from her for a day. I let out a deep sigh and said,"When does the plane leave again?" "Next Friday." I have to tell her tonight. I have no choice. I have to leave her. "Fine. I'll. . .I'll talk to her tonight."
*Later that night in Taylor's view*
"Hey, Michael? What were tu and Jermaine talking about when I was singing? tu guys left and tu came back looking depressed like tu ran over a dog." I asked. Ever since that, Michael seemed like he was so tense and scared. I tried to relax him but nothing was working. Not even massging his shoulders worked. "Taylor, we need to talk." I immediately got scared. I never wanted to hear those words in one sentence with this mood from Michael. I hope it's not what I'm thinking of. "What is it, babe?" I asked while besar his shoulder as we sat on the sofá watcing the fuego burn in the fireplace.
"Jermaine, Tito, Randy and Jackie don't. . . .ugh. I can't do this!" I started to rub his shoulders again while he put his head in his hands. "Can't do what, honey? Tell me." "My brothers wanted me to tell tu to not worry about the tour anymore." I was confused. What was Michael talking about? "What do tu mean 'don't worry'?" "My brothers don't want tu to come with us on the tour." Michael looked at me as he told me the truth with his eyes red like he was crying. "What? I don't understand." "My brothers think that because of what your songs are about, it wouldn't be a good idea for the fans to hear it. I'm sorry, baby. I tried to convince Jermaine but he wouldn't crack!"
My corazón was breaking as I heard what Michael was saying. I thought his brother were actually loving and were going to keep me again no matter what happened to me. But I was wrong, The only sweet Jackson boy is Michael now. "Did tu say that tu weren't going to do it?" I asked. "Taylor, I have no choice. It's too late for me. I have to go no matter what. If I could bail, trust me, I would. But I have to go." I felt my corazón división, split in two. "What? Why didn't tu fight? tu fought for me to come with tu but tu didn't fight to stay home? tu chose them?" I started to think Michael chose to go with his brothers than stay inicial with me. "How could tu think that? Before I even defended myself, Jermaine dicho I had to go. It was like he knew I wanted to fight for myself."
"But what am I going to do without tu for three years, Michael?" He looked at me with confusion. "Taylor, the tour is only a año and a half. Where are tu getting three from?" I realized I never told him that I was going to go on tour for evanescence for my reciente album that just came out. "I forgot. Dammit. When the 'Victory' tour ends, the 'Evanescence' tour I have for my brand new album begins. But where the last mostrar will be for your tour is where my begins. The only thing is that the days are back-to-back." "So we may see each other." "We are going to make everything up that we missed for a año in a half in a whole day? Michael, that's impossible. And we won't see each other because the night your concierto ends, tu dicho tu get on a flight to come home. I now leave that same night. I won't see tu until 1987, Michael!"
Michael was angry at what was going on and we walked into the cocina both pacing around with the little island counter between us. "You know, if tu had just fought anyway about tu staying home-" Michael cut me off and started to get loud. "Taylor! I told you, he dicho I can't bail! What was the point of me saying anything?" "You could have tried to fight either way! It's better than just obeying at the spot! tu should have at least tried! But tu decided to let him win!" I started yelling at him back, making us get into an arguement. Our very first big arguement. "Taylor, if he tells me no, why should I try? There's no reason if he dicho no already!"
"Yeah and when tu asked me if I wanted to go on the ferris wheel, I first dicho no and then tu persuade me into doing it. And what did I do? tu could have persuade into doing either one! But tu chose to surrender too soon! tu need to grow up, Michael, and deal with hurting your family because tu already hurt me!" He came walking slowly towards me, looking into my eyes with innocence but guilt at the same time. "What do tu mean I have already hurt you?" "You hurt me por not even trying to stay with me somehow! tu chose to cave into your brothers than fight for the girl who is in amor with tu and wants to be your wife! I amor you, Michael, but damn! Man up to your family!" I started to walk away from him but stopped to look back.
"Oh, and when tu finally come inicial after 3 years without me, don't be surprised if tu find out that I'm with someone else. I just might give up on what we have even though I don't want to loose you. Just a fair warning." I left the cocina completely and went up to our room. I wanted to so badly throw something but I had to control myself. It was never a pretty sight when I got furious. I sat on my side of out king-sized cama and started crying. I hadn't cried this hard since I was 14. I so badly wanted to go back downstairs and tell Michael I was sorry but he needed to hear what I said. But he didn't need to hear that last thing. I should have never dicho that.
As I kept crying my eyes out, I felt warm slender arms envolver, abrigo around me and then a warm body pressing against me. I cried into Michael's camisa, camiseta and held him close to me, mostrando I was sorry without saying it. He started to rub my back besar my shoulder. "Shhhh. It's going to be okay. Everything will be okay." Michael said, trying to calm me down. "No, it's not! We want to get married but it won't happen another three years. I can't wait that long, Michael." I looked at his addicting eyes, trying to catch my breath. "We'll work it out, Taylor. I promised I would never loose tu again and I won't break that promise. We'll think of something. I know we will. And I'm sorry. You're right. I should have tried to fight. tu were right and I'm sorry for what I said." "I'm sorry about what I dicho to Michael. I don't know why I dicho that."
I started to rub the back of his head and enredados my fingers in his soft, curly black hair as he wiped my tears away from my face. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him hard and deep. I wanted to mostrar him with this kiss that I wasn't going to leave him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept besar him as he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist the best way he could. I felt I was still crying and the tears were falling into the kiss. But I didn't care. I wanted Michael to know that I won't leave him and I will wait for him. No matter how long it takes. Because I amor Michael Jackson and I will become his wife unless he orders me away.
