*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" Musica is amazing. No wonder she is the Queen of Rock and Pop. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing her preferito white tank superiore, in alto and blue jeans with the rip ends at the feet that she changed into. She even had on her preferito 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 Amore with her.
"Her Musica 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 te talking about, Jermaine? She's using it just fine. What, te 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 te 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 Musica 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, mostrare I was furious. "Michael, with the Musica and the message she has in her Musica we don't want-" "We?" I cut him off. "The others. We don't want the fan to have to listen to one message and then another when the two messages are totally different."
"I don't understand. She made that Musica 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 te 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 Musica 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 te Amore her and te want to make her happy and te 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 te 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 anno 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 te and Jermaine talking about when I was singing? te guys left and te came back looking depressed like te 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 baciare his shoulder as we sat on the divano watcing the fuoco 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 te to not worry about the tour anymore." I was confused. What was Michael talking about? "What do te mean 'don't worry'?" "My brothers don't want te 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 fan to hear it. I'm sorry, baby. I tried to convince Jermaine but he wouldn't crack!"
My cuore 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 te say that te 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 cuore diviso, spalato in two. "What? Why didn't te fight? te fought for me to come with te but te didn't fight to stay home? te chose them?" I started to think Michael chose to go with his brothers than stay home with me. "How could te think that? Before I even defended myself, Jermaine detto I had to go. It was like he knew I wanted to fight for myself."
"But what am I going to do without te for three years, Michael?" He looked at me with confusion. "Taylor, the tour is only a anno and a half. Where are te getting three from?" I realized I never told him that I was going to go on tour for Evanescence for my recente 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 mostra 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 anno in a half in a whole day? Michael, that's impossible. And we won't see each other because the night your concerto ends, te detto te get on a flight to come home. I now leave that same night. I won't see te until 1987, Michael!"
Michael was angry at what was going on and we walked into the cucina both pacing around with the little island counter between us. "You know, if te had just fought anyway about te staying home-" Michael cut me off and started to get loud. "Taylor! I told you, he detto 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! te should have at least tried! But te 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 detto no already!"
"Yeah and when te asked me if I wanted to go on the ferris wheel, I first detto no and then te persuade me into doing it. And what did I do? te could have persuade into doing either one! But te chose to surrender too soon! te need to grow up, Michael, and deal with hurting your family because te already hurt me!" He came walking slowly towards me, looking into my eyes with innocence but guilt at the same time. "What do te mean I have already hurt you?" "You hurt me da not even trying to stay with me somehow! te chose to cave into your brothers than fight for the girl who is in Amore with te and wants to be your wife! I Amore you, Michael, but damn! Man up to your family!" I started to walk away from him but stopped to look back.
"Oh, and when te finally come home after 3 years without me, don't be surprised if te 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 cucina 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 letto 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 detto that.
As I kept crying my eyes out, I felt warm slender arms avvolgere around me and then a warm body pressing against me. I cried into Michael's camicia and held him close to me, mostrare I was sorry without saying it. He started to rub my back baciare 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 te 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. te were right and I'm sorry for what I said." "I'm sorry about what I detto to Michael. I don't know why I detto that."
I started to rub the back of his head and Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre 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 mostra him with this baciare that I wasn't going to leave him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept baciare 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 Amore 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" Musica is amazing. No wonder she is the Queen of Rock and Pop. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was wearing her preferito white tank superiore, in alto and blue jeans with the rip ends at the feet that she changed into. She even had on her preferito 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 Amore with her.
"Her Musica 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 te talking about, Jermaine? She's using it just fine. What, te 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 te 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 Musica 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, mostrare I was furious. "Michael, with the Musica and the message she has in her Musica we don't want-" "We?" I cut him off. "The others. We don't want the fan to have to listen to one message and then another when the two messages are totally different."
"I don't understand. She made that Musica 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 te 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 Musica 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 te Amore her and te want to make her happy and te 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 te 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 anno 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 te and Jermaine talking about when I was singing? te guys left and te came back looking depressed like te 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 baciare his shoulder as we sat on the divano watcing the fuoco 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 te to not worry about the tour anymore." I was confused. What was Michael talking about? "What do te mean 'don't worry'?" "My brothers don't want te 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 fan to hear it. I'm sorry, baby. I tried to convince Jermaine but he wouldn't crack!"
My cuore 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 te say that te 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 cuore diviso, spalato in two. "What? Why didn't te fight? te fought for me to come with te but te didn't fight to stay home? te chose them?" I started to think Michael chose to go with his brothers than stay home with me. "How could te think that? Before I even defended myself, Jermaine detto I had to go. It was like he knew I wanted to fight for myself."
"But what am I going to do without te for three years, Michael?" He looked at me with confusion. "Taylor, the tour is only a anno and a half. Where are te getting three from?" I realized I never told him that I was going to go on tour for Evanescence for my recente 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 mostra 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 anno in a half in a whole day? Michael, that's impossible. And we won't see each other because the night your concerto ends, te detto te get on a flight to come home. I now leave that same night. I won't see te until 1987, Michael!"
Michael was angry at what was going on and we walked into the cucina both pacing around with the little island counter between us. "You know, if te had just fought anyway about te staying home-" Michael cut me off and started to get loud. "Taylor! I told you, he detto 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! te should have at least tried! But te 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 detto no already!"
"Yeah and when te asked me if I wanted to go on the ferris wheel, I first detto no and then te persuade me into doing it. And what did I do? te could have persuade into doing either one! But te chose to surrender too soon! te need to grow up, Michael, and deal with hurting your family because te already hurt me!" He came walking slowly towards me, looking into my eyes with innocence but guilt at the same time. "What do te mean I have already hurt you?" "You hurt me da not even trying to stay with me somehow! te chose to cave into your brothers than fight for the girl who is in Amore with te and wants to be your wife! I Amore you, Michael, but damn! Man up to your family!" I started to walk away from him but stopped to look back.
"Oh, and when te finally come home after 3 years without me, don't be surprised if te 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 cucina 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 letto 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 detto that.
As I kept crying my eyes out, I felt warm slender arms avvolgere around me and then a warm body pressing against me. I cried into Michael's camicia and held him close to me, mostrare I was sorry without saying it. He started to rub my back baciare 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 te 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. te were right and I'm sorry for what I said." "I'm sorry about what I detto to Michael. I don't know why I detto that."
I started to rub the back of his head and Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre 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 mostra him with this baciare that I wasn't going to leave him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept baciare 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 Amore Michael Jackson and I will become his wife unless he orders me away.
