Worth It

(11) Manic Episode

Jo

That cocky son of a bitch killed that audition and he knows it, judging by that smug smirk on his face.

I hate him. I know I don't hate many people, but I hate him. I just do. There's something about him.

Both Cameron and Shane share a wide eyed look, just before Shane starts to speak. "That was"--

"Fucking awful!" I say in a clear tone. My expression blank. I knew Shane was going to kiss his ass because that is what Shane does. She showers people with compliments when they deserve them. No matter how ugly their soul is.

I am not helping to inflate his already huge ego. You know what else I'm not doing? Working with the bastard. I don't care what anybody has to say on the matter. He is fucking out!

"He's in." Cameron says to me, as if he can hear my thoughts. I roll my eyes as I cross my arms and pout. This conversation is far from over. I don't care what I have to do to get my way. I am getting my way on this! I am not dancing with that ginger haired prick.

"Next." I say. Red head (AKA Dylan) scowls at me.

"I am fucking good!" He yells. "You can't deny that. I have talent!" He says in this tone that implies that he is some kind of God and I should bow down at his feet or something.

Yeah, right. Keep dreaming.

Zara

I'm up. I'm fucking up. They called my number!

Is it too late to get out of here? I make my way to where Jo is and she raises her eyebrows in question. "Honey," She speaks to me in a slow voice. Pronouncing every syllable as if I can't comprehend English or something. "The stage is that way." She points right in front of her. Right where the big, intimidating stage is.

"Yeah." I say sheepishly. "About that--"

"Get your pretty ass up there." She whispers to me. Her body leaning in to mine. "Or I swear to God, I will kiss Cameron's mother loving guts out till he moans out my name right in front of you." She lies her back right back down on her chair, studying her cuticles as if she is done with this conversation.

She sighs. "Your choice, honey." She smiles in this really evil way that makes me want to slap it right off her face. "What's it gonna be?" I take it back. Every nice thing I ever said about Jo, I take the fuck back. I hate her.

And that's why I tell her that if I'm going to do this, she's gonna have to let me play my song.

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston.

Yep. That's right you mother fuckers! I brought out the big guns.

Cameron

This was a bad idea.

Jo is playing 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston.

Zara is fucking beautiful. That pink camisole she is wearing is hugging her tits so tight, I'm afraid they'll bust out and say hi and her tights? God, her tights are fucking tight. They are black and they do wonders for her ass.

She is fucking hot.

And then she starts dancing and shit only gets worse from there.

She is amazing and my heart can't take it. I mean, the way she moves. She was born to dance. It's in her blood. She sways, kicks, pirouettes all at the right time. Careless and Carefree. She dances like her life depends on it!