Chapter 1

10 years later...

Janet sat at the piano at Hayvenhurst writing songs. The hype of her carreer died down a little and the hysteria of fufilling the image of "Janet Jackson" calmed. She was looked on as a un disputed legend. People proclaimed her the Queen of Pop, over throwing her late brother. The media, even after his death, continued to speculate on the personal issues of his life. Rumors circulated that Michael had died of a drug overdose rather than the true and horrible fact.......that he was murdered. She always had competed with him, but she didn't want to win this way.

"Iiiii keep on faallin', in an ouuut....of loove....with yooouu..." Janet heard Paris sing coming down the stairs. Now 14, she had a beautiful voice and she loved to sing. But surprisingly, she was very loud.

"Hey Jan, wassup? What's down?" Paris said looking over Janet's shoulder. "Don't mind me, I was just singing that old school, ya know what I'm sayin?"

Janet laughed. "As always."

Ever since Michael died Janet and the rest of the family took care of his children. Paris had grown up to be a fair skinned, pretty young lady. It just made Janet depressed to know that Michael wouldn't be able to see that. Janet had finally accepted that Michael was gone and the only thing she could do was move on. It was , still after many years, so hard.

"Whatcha writin?" Paris asked.

"Songs." Janet answered.

"About?"

Janet laughed. "Paris, go somewhere!"

Jermaine came into the room with some letters.

"Janet, we need to talk."

Janet sighed and stood. "Talk to you later Paris."

"Yeah yeah." Paris said. SHe popped in a stick of gum and walked away humming "Step In The Name Of Love" by R Kelly. (Yes, as it turned out, R Kelly was proclaimed innocent 9 years back.)

"What is it?" Janet asked.

"No, sit down. No need to stand." Jermaine rolled his eyes.

Confused, Janet sat back down at the table.

Jermaine slapped the letters he was holding on the palm of his hand.

"These are letters...from people that want to buy Neverland." he said.

"I already told you what I thought. NO." Janet said.

"But look Janet, in Michael's will he said he left Neverland to the family. And if we sell it, it would benefit all of us. Prince could even make a movie on his own at age 15! DOn't you think Michael would have want that?"

"Yeah, movie at age 15, and Neverland made into a parking lot. Do you know how much Michael put into that place?" Janet said.

"You can't keep it for ever. It's been deserted for years. It's rotting already!"

Janet shook her head. "Neverland is what we have left of...." She took a deep breath.

"I understand. But we have to let it go."

"I don't need a movie right now." A soft voice said. Jermaine and Janet looked behind him and saw Prince sitting on the steps. Prince is someone that always reminded Janet of Michael. He was very quiet, quite handsome with large eyes like Michael's.

"I mean, I still need to develop....my acting..." Prince said.

Jermaine sighed.

"Although having a movie would be wonderful....but...don't get rid of neverland." Prince continued.

"And we WON'T." Janet said sturnly.

"Hush." Jermaine told Janet. He directed his attention to Prince. "Why can't you let go of Neverland."

"Dad is still there." Prince said.

There was a silence. Jermaine and janet looked at each other.

"I....I mean, in spirit. In rememberance." Prince quickly added. He bit his bottom lip.