A/N: I owe this to Diana. Or else I would be in a serious writers block phase and never finish this. Thanks: D Teehee!

"Everyone give a special welcome to Michael Moscovitz!" The host said presenting Michael coming on to the stage.

The crowd gave a loud applause and he came to the center of the stage. Michael felt nervous already!

Michael spoke in the microphone:

How's everyone doing tonight?

(Audience yells and screams)

Glad to hear that! Well in horor Rebecca's birthday I'd like to sing her a song. Happy birthday Rebecca.

Michael began playing a sweat steady melody and everyone cheered. Not Rebecca though.

"Daddy He embarrassing me!" She said to middle aged man, which was her father.

"Calm down Lea, just focuss on the plan. Relax it's all worth it the shit." The man said.

Rebecca came back into focuss and nodded at her father. The song was just ending. Everyone in the room gave the loudest screams, and cheer you ever herd. It made Michael very happy. The only thing he was waiting was for Rebecca's response.

Rebecca just smiled and mouthered 'thank you'. Michael was glad to hear that.

"Dad you were...fantastic!" Katherine gave her dad a big hug. It was night time already and they were getting ready to leave. Just as they headed out the door a pack of repoters surounded him.

"Mr. Moscovitz! Mr. Moscovitz! Over here!" They were saying as they were blinding him with the flashes of the cameras.

"Yea." Michael had a hard time trying to open his eyes.

"What convinced you to return into show biz?" A lady said with a voice recorder.

"I don't really know what your talking about. I just came to my girlfriend's birthday and performed a song for her."

"Are you going to go back into music!" A man called out from the back.

"Yea." The reporters all echoed agreeing with the man.

"I'm not getting into that right now."

"But there's an agent looking for you." All reporters stop snaping photos of him. It became silent.

"Well...uh...I'm not sure if that's true or not. Now if you would excuse me I need to go. Come on Jen." He escaped from a gap, and grabbed Katherine and they ran to the car.

"This...does not sound good." He said breathing harder.

"You really expect me to wear this?" Jennifer has a big puffy dress on. Which was ichy on the inside.

"Latest style in europe." Grandmere said.

"In the 21st century?" Jen squeaked.

"Of course!"

Jen started to think that Grandmere was kidding. Mia picked out an okay dress, which Jen approved. Grandmere only has to say: Pfuit!

The ball was tonight. Everything was all ready. Now the princesses had to come out. The guy called out for Mia and Jen to come out already. When making an entrance you must always be graceful. Yea sure! Jen was FINE with that. She nearly tripped!

One boy asked her to dance. Jen was nervous because...well she wasn't a good dancer. She stepped on the guys foot a couple times. Grandmere was eying her. She was counting "1-2-3...1-2-3" to herself just as they were dancing. Jen failed.

"Oh sorry!" She said for the millionth time.

Her ankle got bent, she screamed at the pain. Her foot pushed the boy's knee backward. Making him fall back to the other couple behind him that fell too. Making the King of France drop wine on his shirt, which caused him to yell swear words really loudly that scared the guy next to Grandmere shove her into the punch bowl. And well so on. Jen found an interest in how all this was connected. But don't think about that now! The whole ball is horrid! Oh no I smell a pissed Grandmere later...

"Dad you should do it!"

"No. I'm fine here. I have a job. I have a home. I have a daughter. I don't need complicated stuff happening."

"Just try to have fun. I know you really like music. Go ahead give him a call!" Katherine handed him the phone.

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"So?" Katherine said looking exited.

"I...I got it." He said looking suprised himself. Katherine gave him a hug.

"And...looks like I'm back with the band."

"So what made you change your mind."

"...You." He grinned.

She did too. "When do you start?"

"Next month...I'm back to old New York." She kept smiling.

"Wait...I'm back in New York. Dreaded New York." He stopped smiling and sat down on the couch.

"Why so sad?" She asked.

Michael looked scared. He looked white and pale. You could guess he saw ghost or something.

"...And you are NOT coming." He warned her.

"WHAT?" She yelled.

"Your not coming and that's final. I'm leaving you with Rebecca."

"OH RIGHT LEAVE ME WITH THE WITCH WHILE YOU CAN PARTY AROUND NEW YORK!" Katherine turned red and stomped off upstairs and shut the door. BANG! it went. Michael bit his lip and signed.

"I don't even know where to begin!" Angry Grandmere yelled walking around where Jen sat. Jen bit her lip.

"I'm sorry..."

"KATHERINE YOU'VE BEEN TAUGHT DANCE LESSONS SINCE YOU WERE 5 YEARS OLD!"

"I'm sorry..." She repeated.

"AND YOU WRECK MY BALL!"

"I'm sorry."

"I don't even know what's going on with you...but you have got to fix it. Your acting like a worthless piece of-"

"Grandmere!" Mia came into the room. She had been hearing the whole conversation.

"She said she was sorry. WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM A GIRL WHO JUST COMMITED AN ACCIDENT?" Mia had enough of her. She just exploded right at her.

"I don't even know who this girl is? She is not my Grand daughter, thats for sure." Grandmere responded.

"Have you ever herd of forgiving?" Mia softened her voice.

"Yes. After what she did there is no forgiving. It's like she's the other t-" Grandmere didn't finish. Both Mia and Grandmere looked at Jen.

"Honey why don't you go to your room."