Breanna was heartbroken. She had just witnessed Michael kissing Tatiana, a woman that he had claimed not to have any feelings for. Watching him now, Breanna could not tell and it looked like he was enjoying himself. He was a liar and she hated him. How could he do this to me? she thought bitterly. But the ironic thing was that she had pushed him away when she broke up with him. She had forced him into Tatiana's waiting arms. Breanna believed the story in the magazine. There was not doubt in her mind that Michael and Tatiana were a couple. Suddenly it was too much for her and she began to cry and she was choking on her sobs. She looked at her walls, which were covered with posters of Michael and pictures of the two of them together. In a fit of rage, she ripped the pictures and posters from off of the walls and threw them in the garbage. She ripped up all of the letters that he had written her and threw them in the garbage too. She threw herself down on her bed and sobbed until she fell asleep.
Meanwhile back in New York, Michael paced around backstage like an angry tiger locked in a cage. He was furious. He could not believe what Tatiana had done to him. How dare she kiss me like that?!, he thought angrily. He knew that she had done it on purpose. For weeks, she had been pretending to be his friend. And she had scheming, purposely ruining his relationship with Breanna. The only problem with that reasoning is that Breanna had broke up with him before he left to go on tour. Michael knew that after she watched the concert, he would never have a chance of getting her back. She would refuse to have anything to do with him. Not that he could blame her because he should have never trusted Tatiana. She was a predator. She was a liar. She was a snake. She was jealous of Breanna. Michael did not understand why he had kissed her back. And he did not understand why she had kissed him.
"Frank! Frank! Frank!", Michael yelled as he stormed the halls.
"What is it, Kid?", Frank asked, pulling his cigar out of his mouth.
Michael was fuming. "Where is she?", he growled lowly between clenched teeth.
Frank's eyes widened. He had never seen Michael look like this. He backed away slowly. "In the back.", he said slowly.
"Get her.", Michael ordered with a growl.
Frank quickly did what he was told.
"Hey, Michael", Tatiana sang happily, once arrived.
Michael stepped up close to her. He was less than an inch from her face. He was angrily looking her dead in her eyes. The look slightly intimated her.
"You wanna continue what we started earlier?", she asked him breathlessly, referencing to their close proximity.
"Tatiana, get your stuff because you are fired.", he said lowly.
Her heart sank. "WHAT?!"
"YOU'RE FIRED! WALK OUT OF MY LIFE NOW!", he screamed. He began walking away.
She sighed. "Michael, don't act like this! You know that you kissed me!"
Michael angrily shook his head. He placed his hands on both sides of his head. Tatiana was even more upset when she realized that he was thinking about Breanna. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a vase filled with red roses sitting on a table. She stalked over to the table and picked up the vase. She dumped the water and threw the roses on the floor. She stomped on them. She shook her head angrily and smashed the vase against the table.
"YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! YOU DON'T LOVE HER!", she spat out like a lunatic.
Like a mad man, Michael stopped. He gave her an evil glare. He charged back up to her. "YES, I DO AND DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT I DON'T! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!", he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Tatiana, now wishing that she was very far away from him, slowly slid to the ground and moved away. She covered her face as she ran to the back to get her things.
Michael was feeling tri-polar. Not even bi-polar. His heart was heavy, beating extremely fast. His head was pounding. He punched his fist into the wall. The wall crumbled under his fist. Because of the pressure and anger that he had put into that punch and just because he had large hands. He could not take it anymore and he slowly slid to the floor. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head again, trying to forget what he had done.
He could only see Breanna's lovely face. This hurt him even more. He couldn't take it anymore. The tears streamed wildly, and rapidly from his eyes. His face was badly streaked with tears. He held his hands up to his face, but it was pointless.
"I do love her. I love her.", he stated out loud.
He was choking on his sobs, like Breanna had done when she found out about the kiss.
"I do love her. I love her.", he repeated.
Frank did not know what to do. He gently rubbed Michael's back and left him alone in the corridor.
Now that Michael has fired Tatiana, what is going to happen between him and Breanna? Stay tuned! <3 <3!
Meanwhile back in New York, Michael paced around backstage like an angry tiger locked in a cage. He was furious. He could not believe what Tatiana had done to him. How dare she kiss me like that?!, he thought angrily. He knew that she had done it on purpose. For weeks, she had been pretending to be his friend. And she had scheming, purposely ruining his relationship with Breanna. The only problem with that reasoning is that Breanna had broke up with him before he left to go on tour. Michael knew that after she watched the concert, he would never have a chance of getting her back. She would refuse to have anything to do with him. Not that he could blame her because he should have never trusted Tatiana. She was a predator. She was a liar. She was a snake. She was jealous of Breanna. Michael did not understand why he had kissed her back. And he did not understand why she had kissed him.
"Frank! Frank! Frank!", Michael yelled as he stormed the halls.
"What is it, Kid?", Frank asked, pulling his cigar out of his mouth.
Michael was fuming. "Where is she?", he growled lowly between clenched teeth.
Frank's eyes widened. He had never seen Michael look like this. He backed away slowly. "In the back.", he said slowly.
"Get her.", Michael ordered with a growl.
Frank quickly did what he was told.
"Hey, Michael", Tatiana sang happily, once arrived.
Michael stepped up close to her. He was less than an inch from her face. He was angrily looking her dead in her eyes. The look slightly intimated her.
"You wanna continue what we started earlier?", she asked him breathlessly, referencing to their close proximity.
"Tatiana, get your stuff because you are fired.", he said lowly.
Her heart sank. "WHAT?!"
"YOU'RE FIRED! WALK OUT OF MY LIFE NOW!", he screamed. He began walking away.
She sighed. "Michael, don't act like this! You know that you kissed me!"
Michael angrily shook his head. He placed his hands on both sides of his head. Tatiana was even more upset when she realized that he was thinking about Breanna. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a vase filled with red roses sitting on a table. She stalked over to the table and picked up the vase. She dumped the water and threw the roses on the floor. She stomped on them. She shook her head angrily and smashed the vase against the table.
"YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?! YOU DON'T LOVE HER!", she spat out like a lunatic.
Like a mad man, Michael stopped. He gave her an evil glare. He charged back up to her. "YES, I DO AND DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT I DON'T! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!", he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Tatiana, now wishing that she was very far away from him, slowly slid to the ground and moved away. She covered her face as she ran to the back to get her things.
Michael was feeling tri-polar. Not even bi-polar. His heart was heavy, beating extremely fast. His head was pounding. He punched his fist into the wall. The wall crumbled under his fist. Because of the pressure and anger that he had put into that punch and just because he had large hands. He could not take it anymore and he slowly slid to the floor. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head again, trying to forget what he had done.
He could only see Breanna's lovely face. This hurt him even more. He couldn't take it anymore. The tears streamed wildly, and rapidly from his eyes. His face was badly streaked with tears. He held his hands up to his face, but it was pointless.
"I do love her. I love her.", he stated out loud.
He was choking on his sobs, like Breanna had done when she found out about the kiss.
"I do love her. I love her.", he repeated.
Frank did not know what to do. He gently rubbed Michael's back and left him alone in the corridor.
Now that Michael has fired Tatiana, what is going to happen between him and Breanna? Stay tuned! <3 <3!
American author and entrepreneur Gotham Chopra has revealed in his new book that it was his beloved pet pooch Cleo that helped late Michael Jackson overcome his fear of dogs.
The socialite visited the King of pop at his Neverland Ranch home with his father Deepak one weekend and, not knowing about the superstar's fear, took his canine friend with him.
In his new book Walking Wisdom, Chopra recalls, "Michael's fear of dogs was well documented, attributed to the fact his father had had violent fighting dogs when Michael was a kid.
"Alas, what hadn't been written about was his change of heart. I'm not going to speculate that Michael ever did get over his fear of dogs, but I can say that he did get a dog - several, if memory serves - over the years for his kids," the Daily Express quoted him as saying.
"I like to think that... Cleo had a lasting impression on him, and for a brief time, turned into friendship," he added.
“There’s too much pressure, pressure, pressure … pressure everywhere I turn …” a diary entry dated Nov. 17, 2008 is alleged to say in part.
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. Or maybe the New Year is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still love me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. Or maybe the New Year is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still love me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”
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