The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 95- Rehearsal

Tatiana's POV

All morning, starting from 4:30 in the morning, I was greeted by familiar faces of the backup dancers, band, and the rest of the crew. It got tiring, and I knew this was going to be a long, long day.

She was looking forward to catching up with Sheryl, Greg, and Ricky later on in the evening.

But that would be at least 12 hours later.

And then there was Michael.

I had flashbacks of our most passionate and steamy moments from our past every time I laid eyes on him this morning. It just wouldn't stop, so I figure I'll have to deal with it for the rest of the tour.

This might just be hell.

"Okay, so..." He murmurs as he approaches me, a stack of papers in his hands. "I got you copies of all the songs on the set list, all the notes and everything. They're in order, so don't mess it up." He explains, handing them over to me.

"And you need to have these down by Thursday. I mean it needs to be completely, one hundred percent memorized. Because you won't have these with you when we perform, and since you're the only female backup singer for certain numbers and duets, it really does make a difference if you mess up." He instructs, giving me a hard ass stare.

This wasn't Michael, my man. This was Michael, the boss, the star, the performer.

I try to focus my attention on anything else other than the deep stare he's giving me. Is he even trying?

"No pressure." I whisper looking down, from his intense brown eyes.

"Well you should catch up pretty quickly, considering you've had this memorized before. And you knew it all perfectly." He reasons. "You had it down once, you can do it again. It shouldn't be hard at all."

"Well, alright..." I mumble, flipping through the pages, pretending to actually look through them.

"Michael!" A deep, somewhat raspy voice calls out from somewhere near.

I look up seeing a short, hefty figure running toward Michael.

Frank.

I couldn't help but feel angry at Frank too for firing me. He may have been following Michael's orders, but his demeanor and the way he treated me.....still pissed me off.

I bite down on my cheek, not exactly thrilled to see him.

Frank doesn't notice me or my presence...his attention is on Michael.

"Just wait until he sees me..." I think to myself as I look down at my papers smirking.

Hey, kid," Frank pants now that he's finally in Michael's presence. "So, about the meeting later—"

And that's when he shifts his head and all of a sudden, I was in his line of vision.

"Tati?" Frank breathes, almost breathlessly. It was obvious he was shocked and stunned by my presence.

"Frank." I retort in a boring, unentertained tone of voice.

I see Michael rub his bottom lip slowly, looking down at the ground.

"I wasn't... expecting you here."

I remain silent for the moment, but my eyes give him the elevator look, which spoke for me.

The famous "resting bitch" face if you say....

"Frank," Michael cuts in, clearing his throat. "Tatiana is joining us back on the tour."