"Teach? You know I don't do that." I turn around and look at the man sat opposite me. He leans back, radiating confidence as I bite my fingernails slightly.
"We need him to dance. We need him to dance really well. He need's a good teacher, and that's you."
I move across the small office and think. "A film star? Really?" I rest against the small desk and look at the file infront of me.
"He needs to learn to dance for the part. You're the best around." The man stands up, walking to the door. "He starts on monday. 8am sharp." I mutter, not looking at him as the door closes.
