Desire

FOUR

FOUR

Michael

"Look how long this line is!" Denis exclaimed as he looked out the door at the awaiting dancers. I wasn't exactly surprised that there would be thousands of people here to try out for my new music video. Not trying to sound cocky but look who I am.

"It's almost eight everyone. Let's prepare ourselves for the best and worse dancers that comes through those doors." I said as I stood up and looked around at the security that blocked the door off. They nodded and began to open the doors, only letting one person in at a time. A girl walked in and I noticed her pretty hazel eyes first. She was shaking terribly as she walked in.

"Hello, what's your name?" I asked her.

"G-Gabby." She stutters.

"Okay Gabby, I'm giving you a contact sheet that you should fill out now and then we'll get started on your dance routine. How does that sound?" I said.

"Sounds good." She smiles and lets out a breath she seemed to have been holding. I handed her a sheet and she quickly filled it out then walked towards one of my security and handed him a CD. She walked back in front of me and took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself.

"She better be good." Denis mumbles as he sat beside me. I elbowed him and gave my focus to the girl. The song started playing and I noticed it was Bad from my album Bad.

As I watched the girl dance, I noticed she mimicked my dance moves. I was pretty impressed in the beginning until she tripped over herself. I gasped but she got back up and started dancing again until the minute was up.

"I'm sorry!" She cried. I quickly walked towards her and pulled her into a hug.

"Don't cry, it's nothing to cry over. You did good." I tried to reassure her but she continued to cry in my arms until security came to escort her out.

"That was horrible. Next!" Denis said. Before I could get a say in anything, security let in another girl. I sighed and took my seat. We continued with the auditions for awhile and some people were amazing but others, not so great. Denis was basically sleeping every time someone started dancing! I had to nudge him a couple times in between and force him to go get a cup of coffee.

Security let in another women and she strutted inside while flipping her hair.

"I hope you're ready to be amazed." The woman said. I raised my eyebrow as I noticed her outfit. She wore a spaghetti strap shirt with black tights and heels.

"Did you read the flyer?" I asked her.

"Excuse me?" She said as she pulled her black shades down so I could see her eyes.

"Did you read the flyer? I advised everyone to wear certain clothing." I told her.

"Come on Mike—"

"Michael." Denis corrected her.

"Whatever. The dance I'm gonna do requires this outfit. Take it or leave it." She crosses her arms. I look back at Denis, who had his eyebrow raised, ready to send her out.

"Alright. Come sign a contact sheet." I sighed. She walked, almost skipped, over and sighed the paper then handed it back to me. She popped in the CD herself and a slow song started to play. She started wining her body, trying to be as sexy as possible. I wasn't  intrigued at all. She went down into a split then swung one leg over to the front and kicked the other in the air then tried to get back up but she fell back down. She rolled over while flipping her then got up slowly as the music was cut off by security.