The choreographer (m.j)

Motown 25

It the 15th May 1983.
Tomorrow is Motown 25.
Me and Michael have been rehearsing with the Jackson's for the show. While Marlon has been hitting on me, Michael obviously hates that. And he keeps having a go at Marlon.
We've been rehearsing now for 3 weeks, just coz these boys are perfectionists. Especially Michael!
"A one, a two, a three, four five six seven eight" I count the boys in and they start dancing.
"No Marlon" I laugh pointing at him
"Push your front legs out more and make your back fall backwards slightly" I giggle
"Marlon, listen to the girl man!" Michael exclaims
"I'll do more than listening to her!" Marlon winks
Michael whacks Marlon's arm and points at him "enough!" He gasps
"I now understand why you chose her to be your choreographer! Mannn she's FIRE!" Marlon smirks winking at me
"Marlon shut up" Michael shakes his head
"So you're telling me you didn't hire her for a quick fuck every once in a while?" Randy jumps in to defend Marlon
"No, I hired her for her talent and hard work" Michael confirms
"Of course you did Michael" randy laughs
"Michael Jackson, do not tell me you haven't had a piece of her yet" Marlon laughs
I shake my head and flick through the tracks we have to rehearse to on the computer
"No" Michael shakes his head simply
"You don't sound too sure" randy points out
"Why are you getting involved anyways?" Michael fires back
"Get back to work, we need this performance to be the best! To make history" Michael's business head locks on again
"Whatever man, you don't wanna pleasure her, because you're a wimp? I sure will!" Marlon coughs
"In your dreams darling" I laugh hysterically causing to Michael to laugh too. He shrugs at Marlon in a smug manor.

"You're done rehearsing now" I call out to them all
"Bye" they all wave and walk out the dance studio
"Could I have your number?" Marlon raises his eyebrow full of hope
"I mean, I guess" I shrug
I write my number out and he smiles
"Thanks" he winks and walks out
"What was that about" Michael asks walking up to me
"He asked for my number" I reply
"And you gave him it?" He questions, his face falling into sadness.
"I didn't wanna turn him down, I won't answer the calls" I laugh
"Promise?" He asks
"Why?" I giggle
"I don't want you involved with him" he confirms "or any of my brothers" he shakes his head cringing
"Why not" I pout
I wouldn't go there anyways, they're not my type. Michael is tho,allllll over. Head to toe. He's banging not gonna lie.
"Because I don't want you to, I don't want you near them" he demands sexily
"Jealous?" I smirk
"No!" He quickly replies shaking his head
"Then I can be around them" I shrug walking past him
He grabs my elbow softly
"Don't leave me" he whimpers pouting
"I don't want you to leave me for any of my brothers" he sighs
"I won't" I laugh
"I'm your choreographer, not theirs!" I giggle
He sighs full of relief.
"Can you rehearse with me?" He smiles letting go of my elbow
"We just have though" I reply furrowing my eyebrows
"They go off of the stage and I'm going to preform Billie Jean on stage. I just wanna rehearse the live version" he says looking in my eyes
"Can't you do that yourself?" I ask
"I could" He nods then a smirk plays on his lips "but I don't want to, I want you here with me" he adds
"So you can make sure I'm not with your brothers?" I smirk
"If so?" He questions
"I could just walk out" I laugh
"Why would you do that" he frowns
"I might want to spend time with Marlon" I smirk
"Do it then" he sighs "go on!" He nods to the door
"I'll rehearse on my own" he shrugs turning on the recording of Billie Jean.
"Michael I was joking" I laugh slightly
"Ha! Funny" he replies sarcastically rolling his eyes back
Damn he's even hotter when he roles his eyes. Ughhh the hottie.
"Come on let's rehearse" I sigh
"You sure? You know, you seem like you want to be with Marlon" he rolls his eyes again
"Fine" I snap "I will, he will for sure be nicer to me then what you are" I walk out
"Sky-" he calls after me and grabs my wrist
"I didn't mean to offend you" he sighs "I just don't want you near my brothers" he gulps
"Why? What's so wrong with it?" I question Michael to the core
"Because I don't trust them" he shakes his head
"I don't want them hurting you" he confirms looking down to the floor
"You sure? Or you just don't want them hurting you?" I snap
"Yes! I don't want them hurting me either! They've done this before. They seduced Diana, I loved her. They took her away from me. I don't want that happening to you!" He near enough shouts
I freeze
"I'm sorry" he sighs annoyed with himself, he pulls me into him and rubs my back gently