4 more years later...
It was Saturday. Matthew Jackson was sitting in his apartment, watching TV, drinking coffee. His BAU team had a day off.
His phone rang, and he picked it up and answered it without looking at the caller ID.
"Yo."
"Hey, it's 'rique. Listen, Johnny told us to meet him at the studio today."
"What? Why?"
"The guys from corporate came a day early."
"Shoot, I had high hopes they would be late. I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"See ya soon."
"Bye." Spencer hung up the phone and put it back on the charger. He finished off his coffee, turned off the TV and went to go wake up his sleeping sister.
He picked up one of his dog's, Freddy's, chew toys, opened the door, and threw the toy at the slumbering tomboy. The toy squeaked when it hit her and landed on the floor.
"Ow. What?" she said, obviously angry. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She wasn't really that big, but really skinny. She looked exactly like Spencer when he was younger, except she had color in her face, unlike her brother. She and him had a lot in common. She liked to read, reads at the same speed Spencer does, is a child prodigy with grades off the roof. But most of all, she is in show business, and as of two years ago, Spencer was too.
"Corporate came a day early. Come on, we gotta go." he said, picking up her Adventure Time Finn backpack beside the door and throwing it at her. She caught it.
Spencer left and went to go get ready himself. He and Carson were signed on to the same record company with Tony Mazara, the Italian who owned the company. Their contract was almost up. Only two more weeks, and they would walk away free agents, owning half the company, the same deal Michael Jackson had with Sony.
Spencer had stopped performing when Carson was born for obvious reasons, but when Carson signed on with Tony Mazara, he went back to show business and signed on with her, knowing Tony all too well. He was a textbook tyrant. He went crazy at even the littlest detail. He wanted everything to be perfect, all for money. All he cared about. Money.
How he treated his performers wasn't any different either. He went ballistic if they missed a note or a dance step. He worked with him when he was 8, and left after two weeks, ending his contract, and went to go work with the record label Enrique and Michael went to.
But now, he didn't care if he had to endure the verbal abuse again. It was his job to protect his little sibling,
and it meant taking a few hits along the way.
He quickly changed into one of his costumes. He decided on the suit from Smooth Criminal. After he was done, he grabbed his black Jansport backpack and walked back to the living room where Carson was waiting.
She had decided on a costume too, but she chose the red leather jacket from Beat It. She had her green backpack slung over her shoulder, and was playing a game on her phone. She looked up when he walked in. "You done?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Spencer opened the door, and they quickly made their way to the parking lot, getting some weird looks on the way. They got into the blue and white car and drove off toward Mazara Studios Inc.