---2 weeks later (June 24th, 2009)---

~Jada's POV~

We get to rehearsals and I can tell that everyone is exhausted from rehearsing so many hours per day and so many days in a row.

I walk over to the coffee shop that's close by and speak to the manager.

After I'm done there, I walk back to the rehearsals and take one of the microphones.

"Hey, everyone! It's so great to see you today but you all look so damn tired!" I say.

Everyone slightly laughs and I continue.

"So, since you're all so exhausted, I convinced the manager of the nearby coffee place to let you all get unlimited free coffee and free food!" I say.

"Woooo!!" Everyone cheers and I laugh.

"Thank you, Jada! You're amazing!" Someone yells and I laugh again.

"No problem and thank you!" I say.

I hop offstage and walk over to Michael.

"Well aren't you just the kindest today?" He chuckles, pulling me into a hug by my waist.

"Well, y'know, I just felt bad because they're so tired and they need energy to rehearse. Aaaand, the tour starts in 19 days!" I say hugging him tightly.

"Yeah. I can't believe it. Less than 3 weeks!" He squeals.

"You should go get some food. I can hear your tummy grumbling." I chuckle.

"But I'm not hungry," he complains.

"Your stomach says otherwise." I chuckle, giving him a look to say 'you need to eat'.

"Fine. You're lucky you're beautiful." He sighs.

"Thanks!" I smile, kissing him softly.

He rolls his eyes playfully and walks to the shop.

--Later on--

"I'm starting with the man in the mirror! I'm asking him to change his ways! And no message could've been any clearer! If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make that, change!" Michael sings onstage, giving it his all, as I stand in the audience, smiling proudly.

No matter what, whenever he sings Man In The Mirror, he always sings it with all the power he can. He does such an amazing job at it, too.

"Make that change. Make that change. Make that change." He repeats as the song ends.

He does his regular thing and spreads his arms out as he closes his eyes.

We all explode into claps and screams as he finishes and he smiles at us.

"God bless you. God bless you all." He says softly into the microphone that's on him.

He makes eye contact with me and winks with his beautiful smile, making my heart flutter.

I've known and been in love with this man for 46 years and he still manages to make my heart flutter and give me those high school butterflies in my stomach.

I smile back and he blows me a kiss.

My phone starts to ring and I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Your father. He left me. Again." I hear my mom's voice sob.

"What? Mom, are you okay?" I ask.

"No. Your father left me. We-We-" she's cut off with her hysterical crying.

"Do you need me to come over?" I ask.

"Mhm.." She cries.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." I sigh.

I go over to Michael, who just came offstage and he smiles at me.

"Hey, babe." He says, kissing my lips softly.

"Hey. Um, is it okay if I leave and stay with my mom tonight? She's crying like crazy because my dad left her again." I explain.

"Yes, of course, go ahead.." He says, nodding.

"You sure? Because Christian and Ashley are staying at Ashley's parents tonight with Stephen so that means you'll be all alone." I say, worried.

"Eh, it's okay. I can manage myself. I'm 50, almost 51! I'm sure I can take care of myself." He giggles, hugging me.

"Okay. Thank you. I love you." I say.

"Love you too, J. Tell your mom I said hi." He says as I start to leave.

"I will! See you tomorrow!" I say.

"See ya, babe!" He calls as I leave the place.

I rush to my car and quickly drive to Mom's house.

I get there and ring the doorbell.

"J-Jada." She sobs as she opens the door.

"Mom, are you okay?" I ask, hugging her right away as she sobs and cries hard.

"N-No." She sobs.

"Aww, it'll be okay. I promise." I whisper, rubbing her back.

I take her inside and close the door behind me then sit on the couch with her.

"I-I don't understand how it happened. We were happy and joking around one minute. And then the next, he was all mad and screaming at me. Then, he told me he's never coming back and stormed out of the house." She says, still crying.

"Aww, I'm sure he's gonna come back. Dad loves you." I say.

"I'm not so sure that's true anymore." She whispers.

"Sure it is!" I say, trying to make her happy.

"No. It's not. I don't see that look in his eyes anymore." She says.

"You seem tired, you should go to bed to get some sleep." I say, changing the subject.

"Okay." She whispers, nodding.

I get her to bed and then come back downstairs to the couch and collapse on it, exhausted from today.

I close my eyes and shortly, I'm asleep.