Dangerous & Anew (Sequel to Inhaling Alongside You)✔️

Chapter Six: Man Of Sage

Coagulation is a sign of togetherness. Malevolence is a sign of fear. Coagulation is something lacking in the Jackson family. Malevolence is something that arises among the Jackson family. The malfunction of trust and genuine love has been a cause of the rising malevolence. Coagulation of a unit is long gone, but there's hope to fix it. There's always hope. But, how can there be hope if there is no opportunity for interference?

Witnessing the level of fear Michael has of his father, is heart breaking. Even when he tries, he can't face his father. I have acknowledged the facts of their past relationship, and how platonic it has been, but I know there's something else. I am most certain that there is a reason behind Joseph's behavior. I became so concerned with the surface of the Jackson's family problems that I wasn't able to read the lines. The lines aren't much of a blur either, it's very transparent.

Joseph is asking for something from his children. It's written all over his expression as he talks to them. Yes, his approaches to discipline and parenting may have been callous, but it was all he knew. This is just my hypothesis. I'm no psychiatrist or any kind of doctor for that matter, but there has to be something from Mister Jackson's past that has hampered him from viewing life through different eyes other than his own.

As much as I would love to investigate, Michael needs me now more than ever. Between the glacier with his family and the many plastered smiles he has to flash for appearances, and not to even mention his venture for a home, I have to be aboard his plane and support him throughout the flight.

I just hope I don't wound up with terrible jetlag.

"Jess... I need your opinion" Michael stresses from across our suite.

Since Michael's episode with his family, he has been dwelling on distracting himself. With distracting himself, Michael has chosen to begin his new album. The perks of this is that yet again, I am granted the precious gift of watching him at his highest mastery. Although I despise the whole "avoiding problems" propoganda he is displaying, I am elated that this distraction is a great one.

Tearing away from my own studies, I happily skip over to the very focused Michael. Glancing over his shoulder, I watch him tap the eraser of his number two pencil onto the chicken scratched notepad. I stifle a giggle at his oblivion of my presence. This has been Michael's constant state for nearly a week now. I find it both intriguing and amusing.

"You ranged?" I giggle suddenly.

Nearly jumping from the couch, he glances over me with a palm over his heaving chest. This time I don't stifle my giggles as I curl over in laughter of his reaction. He can be absolutely over dramatic when he wants to be. I can't even contain my giggles for a minute once his cheeks flush a light shade of red. He's so adorable.

"Jess... That's not funny. You could've given me a heart attack" He exagerates, shaking his head in disapproval.

Pausing to finally gather myself, I raise my hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry baby, but I can't give you a heart attack. But you can have one" I smartly reply, crossing the living room.

Mutely, he squints his eyes at me and watches as I plop beside him. Offering a warm smile, I slyly change his focus and point to the notepad in front of us.

"Lyrics?" I ask, removing the notepad from the coffe table.

"Yeah. It's just something I had in my head... nothing major..." He demeans the scribbles.

That's a major part of Michael's writing process. He writes, or scribbles, these wondrous lyrics, but out of one-hundred-and-seventy-five, only eight to nine of these lyrics will actually be used in an album.