February 11th 1997, 4:33pm.

This is Michael's final show to end off the first leg of his HIStory world tour. He never ceases to amaze me with his performances. And to celebrate, he put me in the front row of his concert this time instead of watching it from the back.

In the beginning I would've been scared to be surrounded by a clump of crazed fans, but ever since I've been off with Michael every day for that, I don't mind it at all now.

As Michael finishes off his last song, the whole crowd applauds and to be honest, I can hear myself over everyone else. Michael sees this and waves at me. I wave back and applaud even louder.

I run back down to the side of the stage and elevate myself up to access backstage. Michael comes in from the other side and I run into him, like always.

"Michael, you were amazing!" I squeal through his chest.

"Thank you Melon," he turns my head so I make eye contact with him. "I saw you screaming in the crowd, how did you find being there for a change?"

"I loved it!"

"Well I'm glad."

One of Michael's security guards then approaches him and says, "Mr. Jackson, phone call for you."

Michael puts the phone to his ear. "Hello? But I...what? No, of course I'll be there, okay, bye."

"What was that about?" I ask.

"I need to get back to Debbie, pronto. She's had a contraction but it was a false alarm. It's been too long, Carmella. I could've missed it, thank God I didn't. Oh God, just by saying that makes me feel terrible."

I bite my lip.

"I cannot miss my own child's birth.."

"You won't. But unfortunately Francesca will," I accidentally slip out.

"Excuse me?"

Jeez, now what?

"I mean, well, she wasn't back at the house so I'm guessing that she might miss it, that is." I mentally face palm myself. I guess since Michael and I have grown so close, I'm used to saying things without thinking about them.

"Well I was told by Debbie that she was there, well now she is. I don't know where she went before."

My mind flashbacks to when Francesca was telling me about how she used to sneak off to private meetings with Priscilla and deal big dimes so her daughter could visit Michael. I needed to put this to an end.

I was shaking underneath my skin. My lips were trembling and my hands were sweating. I'd always wondered what it'll be that that I can change if I could go back somewhere, except I never thought for a second that it'd be this complicated. Francesca forgive me, but...

"Michael, Francesca isn't going to be there because..."

"Because...?

I inhaled to the top of my lungs then exhaled. "Because she's dealing money with Priscilla so Lisa could see you!" I cried out. I began having heart palpitations and I was mentally going crazy. I don't think I can handle the truth that much more.

"What? Priscilla Presley?" he asked in dismay.

I slowly nodded my head.

"How do you know?"

"It's a long story, but I just do. Please, I-I need to go back to Neverland and find her, she's gonna...she's gonna..." I begin crying at this point.

"She's gonna what?"

I sniffle. "Deal twenty million dollars so Francesca could break you and Debbie's marriage up and trade it in for Lisa."

Michael looks stunned for a moment and covers his hands over his face.

"T-Twenty...twenty million?"

"Michael, please, don't blame Francesca. She hates what she did and she'll do anything for a second chance!"

Michael's face is completely puzzled. "Did? What do you mean did? How much money was she settling for before?"

"I don't know but it wasn't a lot," I say through a cracked voice and wipe my tears. "But you've got to let me do something, that's why I'm here."

"Okay listen, we're getting on a flight, and I'll take you there as soon as possible, okay? I promise you everything will be alright."

"Hurry, please," I say.

"Okay, okay, we're going, see? We're leaving." He tries calming me down.

♔

I jump in the private jet, not bothering to see whether I had left anything back at the hotel – I had my suitcase and that was good enough for me.

I felt an anxiety attack coming on and Michael put his hand on my shoulder. "Carmella, it's okay. We'll get there in time, I know we will."

At first he was freaking out, but until I started to, it was his job to calm me down. Then, I feel something. It's the plane, and really bad turbulence is starting to happen. Yep, I almost forgot about my bad luck – well it's back again.

I begin hyperventilating, but Michael is holding onto me, telling me it's okay. But it's not okay, because we could all die right now and it'd be my fault.

Left, right, left, right, left...shake!

"Make it stop! Make it go away!" I scream aloud.

"Carmella it's okay, please calm down," Michael says, rubbing my back.

I cry again. That's all I've ever been doing lately; crying my eyes out and giving myself a migraine afterwards.

Before you know it, I don't remember anything and wake up to a fresh morning of February 13th – the day it all happened.