Rock With You: A Love Story

butterflies

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, babe

I 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.