Chapter 3

Janet sat in her room watching TV. Inside Edition was on.

"On today's Inside Edition, we go into the life of the late Michael Jackson. A man driven to the edge of his craziness. He was a great musician but also a madman. Obsessed with plastic surgery, betrayer of his race, and worst of all a child molester. Prehaps his death has taught us all something."

Janet randomly changed the channel and blinked away her tears. The channel landed on MTV.

"Yes, you heard right." The VJ said. "The official Janet Jackson marathon. Today we pay homage to the greatest entertainer of all time, the undisputed Queen Of Pop and Queen of Music Videos. But right now we take a break from the sexified Janet Jackson to look at her brother....or sister."

The audience laughed. The VJ smiled.

"Michael Jackson. Remember him? Great singer, he was....but had a sad sad death. I have this old interview footage of a man named Jordy Chandler. The poor guy that got harrassed by Michael, here take a look..."

Janet turned the tv off.

"That son of a b.itch." Janet whispered. Jordy chandler, for the last 5 years, had been running around on a publicity tour telling his lies about Michael Jackson and the child molestation trial. The family tried to stop him but there wasn't much they could do.

Janet noticed how cold it had gotten in the room so she got under the covers of her bed. She put her head back on the bedpost and sighed. SHe missed Michael so much. Michael's voice still clouded her mind.

Suddenly Prince and Paris burst into her room. She sat up quickly.

"Ever heard of knocking?" she asked.

"Sorry, Janet." Prince said.

"Here," Paris threw a bunch of letters on Janet's bed. "Mail for you."

Janet took the letters. "Thank you..." She looked at the teenagers suspiciously.

Prince and Paris stole glances at each other.

"So...what is it that you want?" Janet asked.

"You ask her." Paris whispered to Prince.

"No, YOU ask her, " Prince whispered back.

"U came up with the idea..." Paris said.

"No, I just discovered it. Just ask her, Applehead." Priince said.

Janet's eyes grew wide. Another memory had triggered in her mind of Michael. Prince always talked and acted like his father. But certain words that Prince says always were...TOO much like Michael. She wondered where he got it from.

Paris rolled her eyes. "We want to go to Neverland." She finally said.

Janet gave a puzzling look. "Why?"

"I dunno...we just wanna go. Can we?" Paris asked.

Normally she would have told them no, but something told her that everything would be okay.

"Sure okay. Go ahead."

"Yes!" Both teens said. THey headed out the door.

"Make sure you get a couple of security gaurds to go with you!" she shouted as they ran down the hall.

"Why on earth would they want to go to Neverland for after all these years?" Janet wondered to herself.

She layed down under the covers. Before she knew it she was dreaming.

"No no no. I don't like that." Michael said in a soft but demanding voice. "Something's missing there."

Jimmy Jam, Terry Lewis, and Janet all looked at him. Michael had on a Mickey Mouse cap, a blue button-up shirt and black slacks. He sat at the control panel of the studio, tapping the tip of his pen on his notepad, thinking hard.

"I agree. I don't want the song to continue repeating chorus until the end." Janet said.

Michael swung his chair around to face them.

"There should be a guitar solo. Like a little funky sounding.... thrrr da dthrr da dthrrr....dthrrrrr rrrrrr rrrr..." He imitated a guitar riff.

Jimmy and Terry nodded. "Yeaahhhh..." they both said.

"Then from there we can repeat the B section....rrrrr rrrrrr rrrrr and BAM! With such confusion don't it make you wanna screeeammm....go right into it. You get what I'm sayin?" Michael's eyes were lit up with excitement.

"I really like that. Great idea. " Janet said. "But we can add more to it right?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah we can always add more to it. Nothing's ever final." He smiled. He looked at his watch. "I guess we could do that tomorrow." It was 1 o clock in the morning.

"Yep. We made a lot of progress today." Terry said, getting his jacket.

Jimmy patted Michael on the back. "see ya tomorrow."

"See ya Jim." Michael said.

Janet yawned. "well I don't know about you, but I'm going to sleep."

Michael grinned. "I'm not sleepy. I might just stay here and maybe redo my vocals. I'm not quite satisfied with them."

Janet laughed. "Alright. I love you."

"'Love you too. I can't wait to shoot the video for this." Michael said.

Janet stopped at the doorway. "We haven't finished the song and already you're thinking about the video!"

Michael shrugged. "Yeah I know. This song is special. I know we'll have a great time making this particular video. We've hadn't had a watergun fight in a looong time, Applehead." He winked.

Janet rolled her eyes and left the studio laughing.

"You're gonna get SOAKED Jan'!" She heard Michael shout playfully.

Janet woke up. She sat up and took a deep breath. Her dreams seemed so real. Everytime the dream ended she always had the hopeless feeling that she wished it was real. She blinked her tears away again and started to flip threw the mail that Paris gave her. The room was still freezing cold. The bed sheets didn't help. All of the mail was junk but one caught her eye. It was a letter from Sony Music. Janet rolled her eyes. She always had letters from record companies begging her to sign on their label but she couldn't believe Sony of all people would give her a letter.

"Dear Sir or Maddam,

Sony Music wants you on their record label! Sony executives think you have the style, class, and talent to match up with their expectations. We are willing to give you a great deal and a record contract. This is just your big break. If you want to take this offer please call us at: 1 800 444-2300

This could be a start of a new carreer!

Sony Music"

Janet realized that this letter was a random advertizement, but before she put the letter away, she noticed something. She then read the bold letters that suddenly had caught her attention.

She shuttered.