My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 8 - Finding another use

I'm so sorry for this shorter part, my mind is already at the next part. Love you 😘❤️! Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
"What do you mean? You can't quit now, you have performance today!" I shouted, furiously hit the table with my fist.

"I'm sorry, Evan. I just... this job is not for me."

"Couldn't you fucking figure this out a few days ago? What am I suppose to do now?!"

"You can make it. One day you said to me that I should have followed my heart, right?"

"Fuck you, Jerry. Seriously, fuck you!"

I turned the phone call of and smashed the phone against the wall, hearing cracking sound, and a thump as the phone fell down.

I need backup up plan. They can't dance in three people, there are too many couple moments.

I heard a knock on my door, and I sighed.

"Come in," I shouted.

"Just wanted to tell you, that I'm done for today."

I saw Jonathan, my new freshmen. It hit me like a lightening ball.

I can't use him, I don't even know him. What if he screw things up? What if he can't dance at all?

"No, wait!" I shouted desperately, when he turned himself to leave.

"What?" He asked confused.

But he doesn't have a muscles yet!  Ah, fuck it.

"Come here and sit down, newbie."

"My name's Jonathan," he replied frustrated, and I smiled, being amused by his reaction.

"Can you dance?" I asked him straight away.

He blinked several times, then slowly nodded.

"I guess? I... I haven't practice it for some time now."

Oh dear dearest! Please tell me he can dance.

"Follow me," I commanded, and walked out of my room, heading downstairs into the stage room.

He was looking around amazed by it. Sometimes he looked like a small child in Disneyland.

"Is there anything you don't have in this building?" He joked.

"Just get on the stage. What type of music do you prefer?" I asked him on the way to the laptop.

"I-I don't have preferences. I like all good songs."

I just silently nodded and found the song which had really good beats in it. I watched him standing on the stage, his body reflecting the nervousness and shyness.

"You can start," I nudged him after few seconds of him being like a sculpture.

"I-I'm sorry... I can't," he said, looking down.

"I knew you're fucking useless," I said, turning the music off.

I tried. I have to cancel this night dance show. Fuck!

I walked out of the room, did a few steps, when I heard music from the room I left. I turned myself again, slowly returning back. I opened the door just a bit and peeked inside.

Jonathan was dancing on the stage, and I got to admit, he was really good. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that he was too shy.

I stepped in, completely amazed by his skills. Once he saw me, he stopped with everything. I turned the music off.

"I need you. Your dancing skills are great," I compliment him with a small smile.

"Wh-what? Well thank you, I guess. But I'll be on my way home, my friend is waiting for me."

"I'll talk to your friend and explain it to him. You have performance today."

"What?" He asked, and I got onto the stage to him.

"My employee quit this morning, but we have dancing show today at 8 pm, some eighteen years old girl is having a party."

"But... I-I can't dance in front of everyone. I'm sorry, but I have to refuse."

"You won't dance in front of everyone, well at least not the entire time. Just like five minutes all together. That's ok. Jonathan listen, if you really want to work here, you have to break your shy walls," I said with a worries.

"I really want this job! I'll... I'll try," he whispered.

"No, you won't try, you will do it! Now excuse me, I need to get the others, you have to rehears."

I started to walk away, then he grabbed my shoulder and stoped me.

"What? No! I'm going home," he insisted.

"I won't negotiate about this. You'll have a double pay for this."

"B-but..."

"Your friend is waiting outside, is that right?"

"Yes," he said still lost in thoughts. 

I walked out of the room, when he stopped me for the second time.

"Wait! I'm gonna talk to him myself."

"I can handle it," I stated confused.

"Please, it'll buy us some time. You gather others, and I'll talk to him," he pleaded.

"If you won't return, I swear," so started to threatening him.

"I-I will, I promise."

I watched his back suspiciously, then decided to trust him. While he was outside, I went to find my other employees. We had only a few hours before the performance and Jonathan hadn't know a single thing.