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

Chapter 50 part 1 - Grammy Night| Red Carpet

(A/N I would like to alert all of you the following! I have decided to name Tatiana's album Rhythm Nation. Yes, I know...its Janet's song; cut me some slack. I couldn't think of a song....and it was stuck in my head.....plus there is a reason why I am going to be using this song.......you'll see. Another thing her performance will be featuring Justin Timberlake. Yes I know he wasn't around in the 80's and it usually annoys the crap out of me to add characters that were not around yet. But hey! This is a fan-fiction!) 

Tatiana's POV

“Okay so we got the outfits, the dance routine, the vocals, are we missing anything?” I ask. “Are you guys ready?”

Our stage outfits had just come in, for the Grammy performance. And I have been working my backup dancers and singers more than Michael worked us on the BAD tour. I wanted everything perfect for the performance because;

A. This was my first live performance

B. A whole lot of people (more than a million) people will be watching.

C. The most important detail. Michael is going to be there.

Is it strange that I want him to be proud of me? That I have this vision that once he sees the performance he will somehow realize what he lost and he will run in my arms saying the three words I have been dying to hear? I love you....

“We’re gonna have one last rehearsal the day before, right?” Kim (my backup dancer) asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah, so be ready.” I smile. “I’ll see you all in a week!”

I've been so busy, I've barely had time to breathe. These interviews and prepping for the Grammy's have been kicking my butt. I perform three songs from my album, Rhythm Nation.

With the help of Quincy, I decided to choose in the following order;

-I'm your Baby Tonight

-Rhythm Nation/ Rock your Body (ft. Justin Timberlake)

-I Will Always Love You

I couldn't possibly look at Michael when I sing I Will Always Love You. I'd end up breaking down, in front of everyone. I couldn't possibly do that. I'm going to show Michael, he might have hurt me; but he didn't break me.

I walk out to the back parking lot and fiddling with my purse for my keys.

"Hey." a voice says. I look up and see Paul leaning against the car with his arms crossed smiling.

"Hey...what are you doing here?" I ask with a smile walking closer. Paul has been such a good friend for these last months and he has really been trying to make me happy, even though he was busy with work.

"I finished filming early. I knew you were rehearsing, and I thought you wanted a ride; maybe we can pick something up to eat?" he asks. I smile.

"I'd like that. Very much." I say giggling. "What about my car?"

"We can come back and get it after lunch." he says. "I'm starving."

I laugh. "That's not new."

I get in the passenger side of the car. It smells like Bleu de Chanel.

"So how is rehearsals?" Paul asks driving.

"It's great. I cant wait for Grammy night." I say. "I think you'll like it. Or hope you do."

"Can't I please come to rehearsals?" he asks in a pleading voice. "Please?"

 I laugh. "You know the rules! No one shall see the performance. Until thy Grammy night."