Michael had once again arrived at his home. He put his pajamas back and went to bed. But he still couldn't sleep. He just couldn't get Ashley out of his thoughts. He just lay there in cama staring at the ceiling for an hora until finally, he remembered what Ashley told him at the park that morning. "It's her father's funeral today" he said to himself. "I'm going to come... oh I forgot. I got a show, concerto today". Then he finally made a decision. He would cancelar his show, concerto to show his support for Ashley. He then laid on the cama and called the producers and staffs for his concert. "You're what!" the executive producer screamed on the phone. "I told you, I'm going to cancelar my concert" Michael replied calmly. "For what reason? Don't you know that your fãs will be very disappointed?" the producer said furiously. "Well this is very important. But I can't tell you right now. If the press asks you, tell them that it's very important. As for the fans, tell them that I'm very sorry and that I still will perform the show, concerto very soon" Michael replied. "All right Mike. You win" the producer replied as he hung up the phone. He was a bit disappointed but he was happy with his decision. He then started to doze off when the phone rang. "Hello?" Michael asked. "Michael it's me" the voice on the other line said. "Mother?" Michael asked. "Yes" Katherine replied. "What's wrong mother?" Michael asked worriedly. "Well sweetie, it seems like your brother Jermaine here is in amor with your girlfriend" Katherine replied. "What, girlfriend who?" Michael asked puzzled. "You know the girl you were carrying last night?" Katherine replied. "Oh...oh you mean Ashley? No she's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend of mine" Michael replied. "Oh alright then. Bye sweetheart. amor you" Katherine said with a laugh. "Ok mother bye. amor you too" Michael replied. As he hung up the phone, he was very upset. He could not believe that his brother has also been in amor with the woman he was falling for. Now he could no longer sleep. He started to stare at the ceiling again. lost in his thoughts...


To Be Continued...