,,Again,boys!That was good,Michael,try to give more energy into it!!'',John yelled at me through the glass of the recording booth and I put the headpones on my head again,sighing.We were in the studio from 7 in the morning,recording our album,Destiny.I don't understand why there is The Jacksons written on the cover,when I sing all the lead vocals.The brothers are famous because of me..I'm the lead singer.I don't want to sing with them anymore..I want to release my own solo album and start my own solo career.Well,I released some solo albums for Motown,when I was younger,but they all failed.

,,Are you ready?'',John shouted again.,,Yes.'',I mumbled into the microphone and John  turned on the music.Fortunately,this was the last song for the album that we needed.I'm looking forward to it,but I'm afraid too..what if the album fails like my solo albums from Motown?Well,enough thinking.,,Oh my baby's always dancin',and it wouldn't be a bad thing,but I don't get no lovin',and that's no lie,we spend the night at Frisco,every king of disco,from night I kissed our love good-bye...don't blame it on the sunshine,don't blame it on the moonlight,don't blame it on the good times,blame it on the boogie...'', I sang the song Blame It On The Boogie.I tried my best..but John wasn't satisfied again.,,Michael,what the heck was that?''

I sighed and looked at him with my tired eyes.,,John,I'm trying.We're here from the morning and record this song again and again.Just tell me,what exactly do you want!''John looked at me:,,Michael,it has to be a cheerful song..disco.You sing without energy,like you don't enjoy it..'',,Well,I don't enjoy it if I don't know what do you want.I need a break,we all need a break..you have two days off..be here at Thursday.''

With these words I left the studio.I went to a nearby park.I was looking at the ground..and I suddenly bumped into someone.I looked up from the ground and looked in the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.,,I-I'm sorry,I wasn't paying attention.'',I said bashfully.She looked at me and said:,,That's okay.''Suddenly,I noticed a paper lying on the ground.I bent down and handed the paper to her.She smiled at me again and said:,,Thank you.''I returned the smile and looked in those beatiful ayes again..,,You're..Michael Jackson,right?'',she asked,pulling me from my thoughts.I realized that she was looking at me curiously and blushed a little bit.,,Yeah..am I that famous?'',,Well,my friend is a big fan of yours,Mr.Jackson.''I looked at her and asked:,,Me or me and my brothers?'',,Just you.'',,Please call me Michael or Mike..I'm gonna be only 20,for God's sake.''She grinned:,,Really?Then we're the same age,'cause I'm 19.'',,What's your name?'',I asked.,,Ashley.'',she said.Ashley..that's a pretty name.I didn't say it aloud.,,Kay..Mike.'' 

,,So..do you need a ride home?It's getting late.'',I asked while we walked in the park.,,I...I don't have a home.'',she sighed.,,What?!Why?'',I asked shocked.,,My mother died because of the cancer when I was about three years old.Then,my father started to drink and when I was eighteen,he kicked me out of the house.He said that I was old enough to take care of myself.'',she said,her voice trembling at the end.I looked into her face and saw a lonely tear that ran down her cheek.I wiped the tear with my finger and whispered:,,I'm so sorry.''Then I hugged her.She didn't protest,and wrapped her arms around my waist.We stood in the embrace for about five minutes,then I gently pulled away and asked quietly:,,Do you want to sleep at my place?'',,At your place?Mike,we barely know each other and-'',,It doesn't matter.I'm not going to let you sleep on the street.Come on:''I took her hand and together,we went to my Rolls-Royce.,,Nice car.'',Ashley said and smiled weakly.,,Well...thanks.''I opened the door for her.She got in and I started the car.

,,Do you live alone?''Ashley asked.,,Now I do.I bought a house because at home I couldn't live in the same house a Joseph anymore.'' In the corner of my eye I saw her looking at me blankly.,,My father..when I was younger,he was very strict on us,somerimes he even beated us.'',I sighed at the memory of my father.,,Why?'',,I don't wanna talk about it.''

To Be Continued..