Tatiana's POV
I stare at Michael as he stares at me, blinking.
"Prince...?" he says slowly raising his perfectly arched brow, staring down at me.
"Huh...yeah.." I chuckle weakly as he sits up. He stays silent staring in space for a moment.
"Listen, if you don't feel comfort--"
"Do it." he says suddenly.
"What?" I stare at him as he looks over at me.
"I said do it. I want you too."
I sit up slowly as I look over at him confused. "Did you just say-- you want me to open up for Prince? You know-- the same guy you have called in the past "A cocky, narcissistic--"
"I know, I know..." he waves me off. "But that's personal. This is business. You should do it." he nods. "I'll support you."
"Your kidding." I look over at him.
"No I'm not." he smiles kissing my cheek. "I told you I love you. I think it's a good opportunity. Do it..."
"You mean you won't fire me or get mad, or jealous?"
"Nope."
"Your sure?"
"Yup."
"Wow..." I breathe out as he looks over at me chuckling.
"What?" he smirks.
"Nothing..." I shrug. "You seem like-- I don't know...like you've changed."
"I'm trying." he smiles kissing my head. "I trust you, and I love you. I'll even come to support you."
My eyes widen. "You at a Prince concert?"
"I'm there for you." he mutters. "Other than that--"
I giggle. "Thank you." I lean in to kiss him softly.
He presses his lips against mine. "And anyway.." he says giving a mischievous smile. " I can't get jealous of someone that will always come out second anyways."
He laughs out as I roll my eyes, pushing him off the bed.
**
An hour later I find myself walking around to the back of the nightclub, looking for the doors Prince told me to enter.
After Michael seemed okay with me doing the show, Prince gave me directions to where they were performing. It was at a large club called Palace Avenue, that was in the downtown area.
I walk down the around, my heels clicking against the pavement . It honestly took me five minutes to pull out an outfit; which of course was all black.
A black Chanel bag, with a sports bra, leather shorts, paired off with a leather jacket and ankle booties and a baseball cap. I didn't do much with makeup except a natural look, with my hair in a ponytail.
(A/N Tatiana's Rehearsal Outfit)
I wouldn't lie though...I had a weird feeling about doing this. Just because I was performing next to someone whom Michael had beef with. It just felt a little....awkward.
But at the same time-- you just don't turn down Prince. Why?
He's fucking Prince.
I suddenly get a nervous feeling in my stomach. It was like when I met Michael--only with Michael it was definitely a million times worse.
I walk to the red, back door knocking on it twice. As soon as I do, the door swings open with me coming face to chest with someone. I slowly look up meeting the eyes of a huge, tattooed bearded man. It was like looking at Santa Claus's rebellious twin who decided to join the Harley Davidson crew.
He had a leather vest, torn jeans and had to be at least 7'1 in height. "Tatiana?" he says in a deep voice as I nod quietly. "Right this way.." he moves aside letting me in closing the doors behind him.
We walk down the hallway as he speaks up. "I'm Prince's security-- Charles, but they call me Big Chick." he extends his hand shaking mine, I couldn't help but notice his swallowed mine up.
"It's nice too meet you." I smile as he walks me down the hall.
"I've heard your music. The kid has been talking about you nonstop."
I couldn't help but blush.
Prince talks about me. Imagine that.
Chick stops at a dressing room door knocking twice before walking in. I stand behind him, nervously biting my lip
"She's here--" I hear Chick say stepping aside. I look up as a slender figure turns around.
There standing before me is the one and only prince. He is wearing black shiny leggings with big white buttons going down the side, along with a black crop top. His jet black hair cut short in curls. His deep brown Bambi eyes stared at me framed with long lashes and perfect eyebrows.
It suddenly hit my why Michael and Prince couldn't be in the same room together. The girls in the world could barely handle one in a room, not two at the same time.
"Does he know I had his poster in my room, before all of this?" I think to myself.
"Hi." he says softly smirking.
Michael's POV
"I can't believe you let her do it." Greg says writing notes on his song sheets as I shrug.
"I had too." I mumble dancing in front of the mirror. "I'm not exactly happy with it--but it's something I needed to do."
"I don't understand--" Ricky says furrowing his eyebrows looking up at me. "You and Prince have alot of tension....
"That's the point. I'm trying not to let my 'issues' get in the way of us being together. And you know-Tatiana is not only talented, but she's gorgeous. Prince is looking at all of that, especially her looks. And Prince does that with women. " I swallow hard trying to find the right words. "And I am not going to stop her from taking opportunities because I'm going to get jealous of men admiring her so--"
"By letting Tatiana perform with Prince, you're trying to prove that you trust her." Sheryl finishes as I nod.
"It's driving me crazy though." I mutter. "I trust her. And it is good for her career-- but Prince." I close my eyes. "He can be a handful."
"You tell me.." Sheryl says. "That man is so-- mmm."
Greg looks up at her disgusted as she looks over at him.
"What? He is."
I run a hand over my face, before I break into a dance trying to distract myself.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Tati, it was Prince I didn't trust; because of our encounters in the past.
I knew Tatiana could easily handle herself, and I couldn't always be there. And I knew in the past that I was overly jealous-- with Paul for example.
But at the same time this was a way I could prove that I wasn't a mistake, and it was one step closer on her saying those three little words again. And in the end it would all be worth it.
Just to think I was depending on Prince to determine the fate of my relationship.
"Mike, relax. Tatiana ain't gonna end up falling for no midget." Greg nods encouragingly . "She loves you."
I smile half halfheartedly before turning away.
I trust Tatiana.
I learned my lesson in the past.
I can get through this.
"God, please let me not screw this up." I think to myself.
Tatiana's POV
"Hi.." I blush clearing my throat nervously. "I'm Tatiana..."
He smirks taking my hand, laying a soft kiss on it as I blush again. "I know who you are--I just wanted to hold your hand." he chuckles letting it go, with biting his lip looking me up and down.
The average girl would be on the floor at this moment, or throwing their silk undies away. I wouldn't blame them either...and don't get me wrong. Prince was the definition of sexy-- but he wasn't Michael.
"I'm surprised you came." he chuckles. "But I'm honored--really." he looks over on the vanity table handing me song lyrics.
"I wanted you to open with me. I was thinking you could open up with Love Bizarre with me."
I nod taking the sheet from him looking down at it. "It's one of my favorites..." I mumble as he licks his bottom lip.
"I'm surprised you listen to my music." he says giving a smug smile walking out of his dressing room with me following after him.
"Why is that?"
"Because you're on the Jackson side. Ain't it treason to listen to me?"
I look down and laughs. "I do it on the low."
He chuckles. "I'm flattered, but I guess you can listen to anything you want since ya'll ain't together anymore."
I clear my throat lightly. "We still are."
"Really?" he says as I nod slowly.
"You're kinda the first to know--I'm touring with them now, which is why I'm in Hawaii. We just kinda got back together and-- you know... taking it slow." I ramble nervously.
He stays quiet as we walk down the hall our heels clicking against the floor. He runs a hand over his mouth looking down. "You know-- don't tell Mike, but for the first time I'm actually jealous of the punk."
"Why?" I laugh quietly as we walk to the doors.
He stares at me as I blush deeply, looking down.
Oh.
He laughs at my reaction before we walk into the actual part of the club. There on stage is his band, having a jam session.
And damn they're good.
I watch in amazement as Prince looks over at me smirking, grabbing my hand as he pulls me onstage.
"Yo!" Prince yells out as they stop playing, looking over at me.
"Holy shit--" Lisa says looking up from her keyboard. "Is that Tatiana?"
"yeah..." Prince chuckles lowly. "Uhm everyone, this is Tatiana. She's gonna open up for us tonight."
They all smile, introducing themselves quickly as I try to remember all their names.
There was Jerome Benton-- who was like Greg. Dez Dickerson, who reminded me of Ricky. Lisa and Wendy, Sheila E, and a few others I couldn't remember the names of--but they all seemed really nice and lively.
When the introductions are finished Prince looks over at me.
"So, you ready to rehearse?" he smiles as I shrug off my jacket.
"Whenever you are."
"Try and keep up." he smirks.
**
Three hours later, my jacket is off, hair down in my face my body sweating as I gulp down water.
Prince and Michael were almost the same when it came to rehearsal. They were both perfectionists, loved to push towards greatness until it was reached.
"You learn faster than I expected." he says wiping his forehead as he plays his guitar lazily.
"Thank Michael--he keeps me on my toes." I giggle.
"Looks like Jackson ain't as bad as I thought." he smiles.
"He's a good teacher." I smile, wiping my face with a towel.
"You must really love him, don't you?" he asks suddenly, as I whip my head in his direction. He chuckles peeking up from his guitar, at me before looking down doing his famous smirk.
"Don't give me that." he chuckles, running his fingers across the guitar strings. "I wouldn't have a chance in hell compared to Peter Pan, huh?" he says making me blush, taking me off guard.
"Well uhh---" I stutter brushing a curl out of my face. "I-it's complicated."
"To figure out if you love him or not?" he raises his eyebrows, as I nod.
"You do." he states. "And you know you do."
"And what makes you so sure?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"Because as soon as his name gets brought up, your ass gets twitterpated." he smiles getting up.
"You start glowing. You know you love him, just don't wanna admit it."
I roll my eyes as I flip my hair off my shoulders.
"Stop doin' that-- your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head with all that attitude." he puts his guitar down before walking towards me. He stands in front of me looking me up and down, before hopping off the stage, landing on his heels easily.
"Now if I found you first it woulda been a totally different scenario." he chuckles walking as I follow after him.
"Oh yeah?" I snicker lowly. "How?"
"I'm better." he says looking back at me as I laugh.
"Oh please--" I mutter as he grins.
"It's true. The boy was a bitch to let you go the first time." he says as we go downstairs back to the dressing rooms as I try to keep up with his fast pace.
"We all make mistakes." I say.
"That was a dumbass mistake."
"I know. But he's making up for it." I mutter. "I wouldn't want anyone else."
"Too bad, cause I was gonna steal you from him." he teases making me blush for the 80th time that day.
If it was one thing about Prince-- he was extremely forward, like Michael could be at times. It was intimidating.
"Where are we going?" I ask as he walks in tossing on his jacket.
"For a ride..."
"A ride?"
"Mhm.." he says as we walk out the door. There in the the back parking lot is a black convertible. He pulls the keys out of his pocket, opening the passenger door for me.
"Get in." _____________________________________________________________________________________________________
I laughed so hard reading everyone's comments on the last chapter. I promise from now on I will add more gif's because I'm obsessed with them. (The Gif of Prince in the beginning of the chapter is in a different era but it gave me hot flashes so I added it) The ones in the next chapter are a million times better. I promise.
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