Dance The Pain Away

Part 3

Michael's POV :

I can't believe my management chose Tatiana for the main girl. I mean, she sure is pretty, but she acts like a crazy fan...well...thinking about it, she most definitely is. And on top of that she can't dance. I don't want to be rude or anything, but I think she shouldn't have a career as a dancer. It's just not the right thing for. In my opinion everbody can learn how to dance, but the way she moved was honestly just...awful.

Luckily she doesn't really have to dance in this short film, that would be a disaster.

I would have chosen another girl, but well, at least the two other girls are good at what they're doing. I think one of them would have gotten the big part, if I was the one to chose.

I just hope Tatiana doesn't become too clingy or anything like that, hopefully this whole thing won't be too bad at all...

Ashley's POV :

As I walk inside the building I notice that there are lots of other people, I think we aren't the only ones who have a rehearsel today. I spot a desk with what seems like a secretary behind it. I walk over to it.

"Hello, I have to go to the rehearsel for a short film called "The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson, do you know where it takes place?" I ask the lady who must be in her late 30's.

"What's your name?" She asks rather coldly.

"Ashley Spencers." I answer her without any attitude.

"Can you identify yourself?" She again asks me coldly and without looking up from her laptop.

Nervously I reach inside my purse. I know that I don't have my passport with me, but maybe, just maybe I have my...

YES, there is it !

Luckily I have my driver's license with me. I always do, but sometimes, when there is a regular control or similar things I just put it on the passengers seat and forget it there.

"Here." I say loud and clearly and hand her my license.

"I'm sorry Miss, but this isn't enough, I need your passport if you want to be  a part of this rehearsel." She tells me now looking up from her laptop. Just now I realize how much makeup she has on and how terrible it looks. In some way it reminds me of a clown...

"I'm sorry Miss..." I look at the tag on her uniform, "...Tizzard, but I don't have my passport with me. Why isn't the driver license enough?"

"You could have easily faked it."

"If I can fake a driver's license, why can't I fake a passport?"

"I'm not saying you can't, all I'm saying is that from the view of Mr Jackson's management a passport is necessary to identify yourself."

"And what do I do now?"

"You could go and get it."

"But by the time I would be back, the rehearsel would almost be ending."

"Then you will have to leave. I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do for you right now."

Her fake concern makes me want to vomit, I think she is the most unhelpful secretary I ever met.

"Great ! Then good-bye. Thanks for your help." I tell her sarcastically.

I already turned around and am ready to leave when I hear a soft voice calling my name from behind me.

"Aren't you Miss Spencer?"

"Yes, I am." I answer the voice while slowly turning around.

And there he stands, my boss, calling my name, while I'm about to lose my job, because I didn't bring my passport with me.