❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Rehearsal(HIStory Era)♥

"Can we go over that one more time?" Michael says through the microphone and you sigh as you throw your head back.

Michael was rehearsing for one of his many shows of his History tour and you just happened to be playing  his dance partner for the 'Smooth Criminal' number. 

"Yep," the music coordinator responds and you groan inwardly.

You'd just been hired as a dancer - even though you weren't a good dancer. Frank, his manager, had stated that you 'had the look' when he hired you and you haven't looked back since.

But that was three months ago and at present moment, you were regretting ever considering the job. Michael was unrealistic. He would rehearse the same segment of a particular song for hours on end and that attitude made you dread rehearsals.

"Great," Michael smiles as he walks over to his initial spot and waits for the music to replay.

Your cue comes on and you glide effortlessly toward him as you drape one arm around his neck whilst his hand sits firmly on your waist. You walk gracefully in circles as the two of you stare into each others eyes then finally the beat kicks in faster - informing you that you need to pull away.

As you slide back and turn around you hear Michael tell the band to stop and he pinches his nose in frustration.

"Can we go over that again?" he asks the music coordinator gently.

You groan inwardly and lose your cool.

"Are you serious?!" you snap then cover your mouth as you realize what you realize what you've just said and how you've said it.

You and Michael would converse every now and then but you didn't know him well enough to be as rude as you'd just been. You were his employee, for goodness sake.

Michael stares at you in shock as he purses his lips. "Yes I am," he says softly and you nod slowly.

"Oh..." you stare at everyone awkwardly as they shoot death glares toward you. "Um..well, I'm not feeling so good," you chuckle nervously as you walk off stage quickly and into the back. 

You storm into the common dressing room and close the door shut as you huff. You always had a problem with keeping your cool and of all moments, you had to lose it in front of Michael. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you pace up and down.

What were you thinking?! You curse inwardly as you groan.

"(Y/N)!" an angry male voice breaks you out of your reverie and your face instantly contorts into a scared expression.

You open the door and Frank bursts in, shutting the door behind him.

"What were you thinking?!" he looks at you viciously.

"I...don't know," you shrug helplessly and he scoffs.

"You do realize that you're just a dancer right?" he sneers as he stares you down.

Frank was never a mean person but the preceding outburst of yours warranted his anger.

"Yes," you sigh as you look at the floor.

"(Y/N)!" Frank groans in frustration. "I know you're fragile but you have to understand!" he shakes his head. "That is Michael Jackson...not your boyfriend with whom you can have your way with!" his voice becomes frantic.

"I know...I get it, I understand!" you scoff as you become slightly annoyed.

"Don't you scoff at me young lady! You've been so disrespectful lately...you need to go back out there and apologize to Michael," Frank states as he begins to calm down.