When they finally made it inside the building, it was buzzing with worry. Stagehands making last minute adjustments, performers rehearsing, singers singing their scales. People were worried.

"Damn, people. Calm down." Carly said under her breath, setting her backpack down on the floor in the dressing room with the green door.

"Oh, hey. There's Johnny." Spencer said, setting his backpack down on the floor as well, closing the door and made his way toward Johnny.

Johnny was 6'4, had brown hair in an Adam Lambert style, and brown eyes. He would've passed as a normal guy if it weren't for the scar running down his face. It was a white scar, starting at the bottom of his ear and ending at the bottom of his jaw. He usually hid it when he went out, but when it was only him and people he knew, he let it show. He had gotten it during his rookie days with Spencer, but that was a different story.

"Matt!" Johnny said, waving him over. Spencer and Carson quickly made their way toward him.

"Bro, why are people freaking out?" Spencer asked. "I thought it was just a showcase."

"It was, but corporate decided they wanted a full-out show, and guess who got the opening act." Johnny said, handing Spencer a piece of paper.

"Damn it! Who volunteered me as tribute?!" Spencer said as he looked at the paper. His opening song will be Smooth Criminal.

He was really glad he chose that suit.

"And..." Johnny said, handing Carson another piece of paper. "Guess who got the closing act?"

"Awh, man! Who-ooh, hey, Beat It." she said when she saw what her closing song was.

"Well, Tony was the one who volunteered you guys, sayin' you two were the best ones around here."

"Hey! What about the other guys?! Don't they get some credit?!" Carson yelled. She always thought of others before herself. Just like her brother.

Suddenly, the lights went on and off and a buzzer sounded. That meant it was time to start.

"Oh, shoot. You'd better get ready." Johnny said to Spencer. Spencer nodded then hurried towards the stage. Carson quickly followed.

Spencer stepped onto the stage, and smiled towards the people from corporate.

"Hey, what up, yo? I'm Matthew Jackson, but my stage name is Moonwalker Jackson. So, from the suit, I guess you know what I'll be singing."

Spencer immediately went to where he had to go. He had rehearsed this act numerous times. He knew the lyrics and steps by heart.

He quickly took a pose, then gave a hand signal. The music started, then people dressed from the twenties danced onto the stage.

"As he came in through the window, it was the sound of, a crescendo. He came into her apartment, left the blood stains, on the carpet. She ran underneath the table, he could see she, was unable. So she ran into the bedroom, she was struck down, it was her doom. Annie, are you okay, are you okay, Annie,"

Corporate looked up. "Good, that means they're interested." he thought to himself as he continued to dance and sing.

"You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a Smooth Criminal!"

Spencer and five other backup dancers did the specific dance in the song, followed with an "Ow!" from Matthew. He managed the pool table scene with a few simple props. He then immediately danced up the stairs on stage that lead to the metal balcony above.

"So they came into the outway, it was Sunday, what a black day! Mouth to mouth resuscitation, silent heartbeats, intimidations. Annie are you okay, so Annie are you okay, are you okay, Annie?"

So far, so good. He had corporate interested, and the performance was going very smoothly. It lasted for a couple more minutes, then the big solo started.

Spencer jumped off the table he had previously spun on, then started to really dance. He did that dance again, then kicked, spun, and danced some different moves. He was incredible. He nailed every step, and his timing was perfect. He danced as well as the King of Pop himself.

"You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a Smooth Criminal!"

The music stopped abruptly, then recorded gunshots rang out in the theater. Spencer spun while the gunshots rang out. When they stopped, he stopped.

He stood there for a minute, buttoned his suit jacket, turned around, and walked off stage.

He could hear the applause as he walked away. He smiled.

When he got backstage, he saw more performers hurry on stage. He walked back to the dressing room with a green door where his sister was. When he opened the door, he saw her sitting on the floor, going through thick books by the minute.

"Oh, man, Spence. We got a problem." she said, standing up.

"Why, what happened?" he asked.

"I got a call while you were on stage. It was...that man."

"What? What're you talking about? What-?" Suddenly, it all became clear. "What did he want?"

"He...he wants you to visit. Meet his new family." she answered bitterly.

"What?! What the hell is wrong with him?! You don't invite the family you left behind to meet the family you currently have!" Then he thought for a minute. "He didn't find out about you, did he?!"

"No, I pretended I was your manager."

Spencer sighed. "Good. Why didn't you tell him no?"

"I kept telling him that, but he kept insisting you come."

Spencer sighed. He never wanted to see his father again, and he knew Carson never wanted to know who he was or what he did. He was faced with a real problem here. Then worry gave way to curiosity. How the hell did he get his number?

"Well, the answer's pretty simple. We just ignore him until he stops calling." Spencer said.

Carson thought for a minute, then smiled.

"Good idea, Moonwalker."