I came início after performing at a live performance for a música awards because I was known as The queen of Pop. When I came home, I looked at my answering machine and I noticed it was flashing. When I listened to the first message, it was my good friend, Quincy Jones. "Hey, Taylor. It's Quincy. I know you are busy right now probably still at the awards but I wanted to know that if you were busy seguinte Saturday and if you wanted to come over for a big celebration with all the people I have worked with. I hope you can com. Call me and let me know if you can. Talk to you later, girl. Bye"


I thought to myself,"Wait. Everyone he has worked with? Hasn't he worked with Michael numerous times? That means Michael might be there." I hadn't seen Michael in almost ten years. I used to be in the Jackson 5 with him and his three brothers. When I was 14, my parents took me away because I was living with the Jacksons. I hadn't seen Michael in person since the dia I left. "I hope he will be there. I miss him so much. I wonder how much he has changed? Will he remember me?" I was asking myself. I had so many perguntas involving him but they wouldn't be answered until I was to see him again.


The seguinte morning after my sower and breakfast, I decided to call up Quicny and let him know I was coming and maybe even ask him about Michael. "Hello?" Quincy anwered the phone. "Hey Quincy. It's Taylor." "Hey! Wassup girl? Didn't think I would hear from you right away! Did you get my message?" "Yeah, I got your message. And as far as I know, I'm free. I have a question." I hesitated and regretted saying that last sentece. "Sure. What's up?" Quincy asked. "There's someone I was curious about. Do you know if Michael will be there? Michael Jackson?" I could feel my coração racing while I was waiting to hear that he was coming. "Oh yeah! Little Mike! I actually just got off the phone with him. He said he was going to be there. Why?" "Just curious. Haven't seen him since we were kids and I was hoping he would be there. Thanks Quincy. Talk to you later. I got to go." "Bye Taylor."



Oh my, God. I could feel my coração racing even faster than before now knowing that Michael will definately be there. What if he doesn't know who I am? What if he does? What am I going to say to him as our first time talking to each other other after eight years? After I had gotten myself worked up, I decided to call my sister, Alleana and ask her if she wanted to go with me to comprar for a new outfit for the party.


"Hello?" Alleana answered. "Hey, Alleana. It's Taylor. Are you busy today? I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Hollywood Mall and help me find a new outfit for this party I'm going to seguinte week." "Sure. I would amor to come. When do you want to meet up?" I asked her if noon was okay and she agreed for that time.


2 hours Later at "Debs"


"I think that camisa and those jeans with those heels look perfect on you." Alleana said. "Really? You think so?" "I know so. You should wear that!" "Okay." As I was about to go back into the fitting room, I saw someone that looked very familiar. "Hey, I think I know that girl over there looking at the dresses." I said to Alleana. As I looked at the girl,she turned her head and I could finally see her face hiding in her black puffy hair. After I got a good look at her face, I could tell that my eyes were at the largest because that girl wasn't just any girl. The girl is Janet Jackson. Michael's sister. What was she doing here? "Alleana, that's Michael Jackson's sister, Janet." "Well who is that guy with her? Do you know him?" "I don't know I can't see his. . . Oh my, God." "What Taylor?" Alleana asked as I ran back into the dressing room. I loudly whispered behind the door,"That's Michael!"