A small, sweet smile is painted across his face.
His dark, gelled curls fall gently down his caramel complexion. His dark brows spread gently above his huge, drooping, doe-like eyes. One brave curl hangs softly between his brows. A red oversized letterman-coat hangs on his shoulders, above his dark, skinny jeans.
He ironically looks so innocent and small, yet his presence is huge.
I suddenly bring myself to speak.
"Hi I'm Belle Smith, auditioning for backup dancer and vocalist, I'd happily do either." I hear my voice echo as I try my best to mask my fear with confidence.
I stand there for a few seconds, not knowing whether to begin or to wait for a response.
"Do I start?" I say awkwardly. I mentally slap myself in the face, why would I said that?
"Go 'head!" Michael exclaims.
His slight southern accent was so much more powerful in real life, it had a gorgeous ring to it.
I whisper to myself, "Ok."
I take a deep exhale and quickly whip my head to my left, to signal the sound team to begin the music.
I hear the first note of 'Leave Me Alone' chime, as my cue to start my dance routine.
I begin by smoothly walking across stage, with a swing in my step. I spin vigorously on my heels, when i hear the "Aaow!" in the song.
A blanket of confidence falls over me. I am always my happiest on stage, I know it was going well, I felt it.
Halfway through the song, I do my split jump and land in 1st position.
Relief fills my body. I did it. That was the part I was most scared for. I twirl gracefully and begin my floor work.
The last note plays and I stay in my last position for a few seconds. I then break out of it, and take a quick bow.
I hear distant claps, as I snap back into reality.
The thought of Michael watching me dance and then clapping, makes me shiver with excitement.
A warm smile is plastered on Michael's face, as he looks at me. His eyes smile too. I didn't realise, I was beaming at him.
"Thank you. I'll now do my singing part, if that's ok." I continue.
I begin my singing section. I had decided to not have a backing track for this, as I felt my vocals sounded better when I wasn't struggling to be heard over a soundtrack. I was singing a beautiful ballad version of 'Just Good Friends'.
The first lyric escapes my shaking lips.I watched you on the floor
Cheek to cheek
She's getting to you
You didn't see, Her eyes on me, No
She looked right through you, babeI had made the song into more of a ballroom genre. I briefly open my eyes for a second to peek at their facial expressions. I can tell they like what I've done with the song, as they seemed engolfed in my sound. I went down the unique route, so I stood out as much as I could.
After I sung Stevie Wonder's part, I am near to finishing.My baby loves me
She loves me, She loves me
But she never shows,
She cares.I drag out my last note, adding in all the vibrato I possibly can, as that's what Michael does.
Again, I take a small bow.
"Thank you so much Michael, and everyone." I say with a smile and nod, completely forgetting who else who was sat in front of me.
All I see is him. He is truly a magnet to me.
"You were great!" Michael exclaims, his hands cupping his mouth..
"Thank you michael." I gush, visibly turning a pink shade. Butterflies frantically fly around my stomach.
I walk off stage to the right, trying to contain myself for one more second. I feel my mouth curl more and more into a smile, while I step. I soon reach the wing, out of Michael's view.
I instantly start jumping with joy, squeals leaving my mouth.
"I just auditioned for Michael Jackson. And it went perfectly!" I whisper to myself, with the most joy I've ever felt. I could feel my eyes widen by the word.
I feel ecstatic.
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Rock With You: A Love Story
FanfictionThis is the story of Belle, a sweet girl from Pennsylvania, who auditions for the great Michael Jackson's Bad Tour. It soon turns into an enchanting love story, where Belle and Michael travel the world together. They face their problems, and their l...