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At Last (Part two)

Hey, ya'll! This is part two, and I hope ya'll like this one. Dedicated to all of the folks here and especially MJ!
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We were working so hard, harder than we've ever worked so hard before. To a lot of people, the audition dance number was kinda difficult, but to me and Daisy, it was easy. Of course we would think that, because we were the best dancers in there. We sparked the most potential and skill. As we were walking home, that stupid slut, Debra, who thought she was better than everybody, approached us and started to diss on us. (By the way, she was Michael's managers's niece, so she thought that she could get in anyway)
Debra: Hey, losers! Ready to get rejected by MJ himself? (gives a snobby smirk)
Daisy: Keep fantasizin', you skank! Why don't you leave us alone and stuff your bra with toilet paper? (that was her insult)
Debra: Oh, please! You losers wouldn't make it. I'll be the lead female in the video and you losers would watch my success on TV. You don't have what it takes to be in my boyfriend's video. (flips her hair)
Me: You are so mentally challenged! First of all, he's not your boyfriend, you don't even know him, and number two, you don't know what you're talking about! You can't even dance!
Debra: I don't have to dance to get what I want. (smirks a sneaky smile) I'll wear my sexiest red outfit. Red is Michael's favorite color. That way, I'll get what I want, like always. 
Me: Uh, hello! Weren't you listening? You can't wear that. It's against the rules. 
Debra: Oh, well. I'll just hide it under my regular clothes, and I bet my uncle would let me slide. 
Me: (scoffs) Please! Keep dreamin', you ho! 
    Then, just ignoring her stupidity, we just walked away.

A month of preparing went by and on February 10, 1987, all of the dance crew landed on the plane, ready to go to Hollywood! Finally at 4 in the morining, eastern time, we landed in LA, but over in LA, it was about 12:00 am. All of us were excited and nervous at the same time. All of us had about eight hours of sleep, but I had seven, because I was so apprehensive, I decided to get up an hour earlier. At 8:30 am, I went outside of the hotel to smoke a cigarette, and then this strange man came up to me, asking for directions.
Man: Uh, hi, Miss. (smiles) Do you know how to get to the Shrine Auditorium?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know where it is.
Man: It's okay.
Me: Um...no mean to be personal, but...why are you going there?
Man: (stuttering) Um...because...I'm supporting my...sister. 
Me: Well, maybe I'll see you there.
Man: ( seems amazed) You're going, too?
Me: Yep. I'm going to audition to be in Michael Jackson's video. Ooh, I'm so excited.
Man: (blushing) You like Michael Jackson?
Me: Do I like him? I LOVE him! But, I haven't seen him on TV for a couple years, because I've been working all of the time, but I'm so excited to meet him in person, that sure beats seeing him on TV!
Man: (smiling) That's very good to know.
Me: Yeah, it is. (sighs) I wonder what he's like?
Man: Well, you'll definitely find out. Well, um...see you around.
Me: Bye.
   As he was walking away, I forgot to ask him something.
Me: Wait!
Man: (turns around) Yes?
Me: I didn't catch your name.
Man: Um...I'm Danny...Robertson.
Me: I'll see you around, Danny. I'm Felicity Banks.
Man: (smiles) Hi, Felicity. (walks away)
     Danny was a tall man, about 5'11. He had long, black, wavy hair, his hands were huge, he had white, or tannish skin, and he was wearing a heavy coat, black pants, some boots, a black fedora, and some Ray Ban sunglasses. He would've been very handsome if he didn't have that huge mustache. His eyebrows were arched, he had a dimple on his chin, he had a soft, gentle voice, and for some reason, he would bite his bottom lip. I thought Danny was a nice guy, but he stuttered a lot, and it seemed like he was making up what he told me, like he was really someone else, and as if he was hiding from somebody. I didn't know what it was, but I hoped that I would see him again.

TBC...
    What did you think, guys???????

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