Falling for the Enemy

Chapter five: you talkin' about me?

I stood backstage of the ellen show with the crew. I had scooter arrange an interview and quick performance with her because i wanted to test everyone,  including justin. aubrey had come back, but was still not in conditions to dance. with her falling out, it turns out they had a misdiagnosis.  she wasn't dehydrated, she was having chest pains. she had tia, a miniture stroke. I was so worried about her that I didn't want her dancing, causing anymore damage to herself. the doctors said it was caused by stress, but I think it was far more than that. "sooooo" ellen trailed, "is there someone special that we should know about. now that selena is gone, I assume there would be someone there to take care of you, you know how I mean." she wiggled her eyebrows, the crowd hysterically laughing. I chuckled as well, god I loved this woman. her show made me happy, and I really wanted to meet her. "actually," he began, "there is someone I like, but I don't really know if she likes me back " the crowd gave a few oohhhhs and then ellen shifted in her chair. "does this woman, female, lady have a name?" he looked down at his hands in his lap, "yea, but I can't say it." everyone awed, while I just sat there. a large lump grew in my throat. I was thinking he would at least give a hint. I was just kind of, sort of, wishing it was a characteristic that I had at least. doesn't have to give a name, just describe her. "can you at least describe her?" ellen was thinking just like me. "sure. she's about 5'4-5" ish, hazel brown eyes, dark brown hair, feisty and very caring at the same time." everyone backstage looked around and began to whisper. me? I thought I said it mentally, but apparently i didn't. "you think its you?" aubrey, who was standing next to me asked. "what are you talking about?" I asked as I mentally slapped myself. damn my big mouth. if I didn't talk to myself all the time at home, I wouldn't accidentally say stuff aloud. "you said me. I'm not crazy nor deaf. you think its you, dont you?" I shook my head. "you LIKE him, don't you?" I bit the inside of my mouth to keep me from saying anything. " tell me something!" I focused onto the tv. where justin and ellen sat. please say a name, please say a name. "you ve given so much detail,  why not the name?" everything went dead silent, and everyone starred at the tv. "alright. her name is j" he began, suddenly the tv was switched off. the door opened and a tall tan man with an all black shirt stood in the doorway. "you guys are on in three minutes." I sighed, relieved that I didn't hear who he was gonna say. "thank you. get ready yall, its showtime." everyone gathered in a circle. "who do you think it is?" one of our male dancers said. "who cares, my name doesn't start with j." a female dancer said. everyone laughed. she has been secretly "in love" with him since she started working there. I think he can tell, but he's a guy. and like my mom always said, "men, they just don't think straight. if you put their brains in a bird,  he'll either fly backwards or stop flying all together." the way she talked was like she was from the south. she was born in chicago, yet she didn't act like it. "look, lets focus on what's important,  this performance." it got silent. pep talk time. "I know ive been tough, but its all for a good reason. lets get out there and show them how good we are. don't disappoint me, or yourselves." we all stacked our hands into one big pile. "believe on three, believe on three, one two three," and we all shouted BELIEVE!!!! everyone left the room except me. I was a nervous to face him, to dance. I don't know what he did to me, but i didn't like it.

maybe just a little.

maybe a but more than a little.....

wth is wrong with me?