Izallouis’ view:
“Izallouis you fell asleep out here.” Justin shook me. I looked up and still saw stars.
“What time is it??” I asked.
“It's six a.m. I made breakfast if you want some. I'm about to hit the studio.” Justin was sitting beside me.
“Studio??” I asked a little more awake.
“Not dancing. I'm going to record. If you want to dance you could go a few blocks down to the right of here. There is an actual studio for dance.” He smiled and rubbed my arm.
“Thanks.” I lifted myself up and slowly sulked up.
“Jessica is gone already, she went to hang out with some friends. The house is yours, if you go out set the code.” Justin smiled and left me alone.
“Great.” I grunted. I was alone again and I didn’t know what to do with my life. I did want to change my clothes though. I slipped on my VMA’s outfit and smiled remembering the rush I got from that night. If I had that feeling every day I wouldn’t mind. I ate the breakfast he had made, toast. He wasn’t a cook so I guess that was Jessica's job. I looked through my phone apps to make sure I wasn’t missing any new news. Just the usual story about One Direction and Justin Bieber, with small ones about Austin Mahone’s McDonald’s commercial. Boring in my opinion. I’m not a fan of celebrities. I don’t get starstruck like most people do. Growing up to be a celebrity just teaches you how to act around them. Also even when I was a baby I was held by Michael Jackson. I’ll admit that one gets me a little more excited than it should. I have a picture of it too. My dad gave it to me as a gift when I could appreciate it. Since it’s my day off I decided to hit up that studio and practice for nothing. I should be going around and looking to see what I could do to make me well known. The walk to find the studio wasn’t hard but getting in was. Someone was in there that everyone wanted to see because there were girls screaming outside. I pushed through and got to the door and they recognized me as ‘the girl who knows Justin Timberlake’ and let me in. I walked to the front desk and a guy looked at me with a smile.
“I heard you were in L.A. so I knew it was only a matter of time you would stop by.” He smirked.
“Yeah. Since this is my first studio thing, where do I go??” I shrugged.
“Well is-aye-Louis we have a bunch of different places you can dance at. Some are warm up rooms.” He clicked on the computer.
“It’s pronounced is-aye-Lee, and I don’t warm up.” I sounded cocky but I don’t.
“Well then you could use the large studio since you are famous.” He smiled and clicked away on the laptop.
“I’m not famous, but sure.” I said and took the key. Justin didn’t tell me it would be like this. I walked a hallway and passed closed doors and open doors. I saw small studios and medium ones. Then I got to mine. The door was closed and I used the key to open it. When I walked in I was met by a large man. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt. He looked heavily built and ready to hurt people.
“Justin, a fan made it in.” The music cut and Justin Bieber looked at me scared for a second then he breathed easy.
“No, she isn’t a fan, I know her. She was at the VMA’s.” Justin smiled at me and his body guard stepped back a bit but not enough for comfort.
“I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll go somewhere else.” I turned to walk out disinterested.
“No, wait. Could you show us some moves??” He asked looking at his dancers.
“Yeah, we would love to see what you can do.” The only girl in the room said. Everyone else agreed and I did come here to dance.
“What do you say??” Justin ushered me to the floor. One wall was completely mirror and everyone watched me.
“Music??” I asked. I knew what was going to play only because it’s what they were here to learn. Beauty and A Beat started to play just as loud as before and they started to do their routine whilst I joined. I stayed in the back and caught on pretty fast. It was left step, right hand, freeze, Justin, left step again, and a quick sashay to the right. It was easy and a little boring for my taste. I started to go on a simple tangent adding quicker steps in-between. Justin kept going and some dancers stopped to get water or dry their sweat. Soon it was Justin and I dancing together. He would touch my hips like we were in front of an audience. We were sort of in front of one because by now every dancer was out and watching.
“World tours, its mine ten little letters on a big sign, Justin Bieber, you know imma hit’em with the ether, buns out wiener, but I gotta keep an eye out for Selener.” I rapped Nicki’s part and Justin lost it. He was laughing and dancing and failing.
“That was amazing.” He stopped out of breathe. I stopped too and everyone clapped.
“Where did you learn to dance??”
“I want to go there!” Everyone commented on Justin and I’s little duet.
“I grew up around dancing because of my dad and uncles.” I shrugged and took the water that the bodyguard handed me. “Thank you.” I smiled.
“You need to teach us that.” Some guy said.
“Hey, hey, give her a minute.” Justin had my back, but I wasn’t too tired. I dance for hours at a time nonstop to work out or learn something new so it wasn’t too tiring to dance to a three minute song.
“It’s ok.” I smiled.
“Who is your dad.” This question wasn’t one I wanted to get asked but I did set myself up for it by saying something about him.
“My dad was JC Chasez.” I smiled thinking about his tan skin and dark hair. The room fell silent. I assumed they knew about the stories and news so that’s why they were gob smacked.
“Izallouis…” Justin said looking sympathetic.
“What??” I avoided the sympathy he was trying to give me because I didn’t want it.
“I’m so–”
“Don’t say it.” I interrupted him. His dancers looked at him then at me.
“We didn’t know.”
“It’s not a big deal. I can’t change it and this is why I don’t want people to know. I’m trying to make a name for myself and not from him or his accident.” I knew this is what would happen when anyone knew about him. It’s easier to pretend.
“What’s a better way for making your own name then going out with Justin Bieber and his dancers for lunch??” Justin lightened the mood.
“I would love too, but I look pretty bad.” A couple of the dancers laughed.
“Look at us.” The only girl in the room said. They were all wearing tee shirts, shorts, and were sweaty.
“Ok, I’m game.” I caved. They all picked up their bags and things as Justin talked to someone on the phone. Soon after he hung up we all headed out to the hoard of girls I saw before. I followed Justin to make sure I didn’t go somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. He grabbed my hand and led me into the van. There were two vans so the dancers split even. Once we were in and everyone was accounted for we took off.
“Crazy, huh??” He joked about my face.
“How do you do it??” I asked with a laugh.
“Well, you better get used to it if you're going to be playing ball with the big stars.” He winked. “After a whilst you just get used to it. Every time someone screams your name expect five thousand more to come running. Every time you take a picture at subway with someone expect fans to attack you on your way out. It’s the life you sign up for when you make a deal with the devil.” He was trying to psych me out.
“Yeah, even dancing behind Justin gets you noticed. I mean sometimes I just go out with my family and then bam people and paps are asking me about him.” The girl said.
“Well that’s a reason I want to be my own famous person. I want to be me and not have people ask me about someone else.” I smiled back at her.
“I’m Lucinda, but everyone calls me Lu.” She looked at her phone and typed away on it after announcing herself.
“I’m Jeff.” The guy crushed up next to me said and shook my hand. I was sitting in the middle row of the van and crushed in-between Justin and Jeff. The row behind us was Lucinda and two other guys that were busy having their own conversation to speak to us.
“Now really isn’t the time for this but when we get out could I get your number?? I would love to be able to call you up for some move ideas and have you help choreograph my shows.” Justin said wrapping his arm around me to make the position bearable.
“Yeah. That would be great. I'm sure Justin would be glad I'm being kept busy.” I mumbled more for me.
“Justin who??” Lucinda asked.
“Timberlake.” I looked back at her. She fangirled hard for a few minutes and then slowed her breathing to a nice calm dead.
“You shouldn’t have mentioned that.” Justin whispered.
“Why??” I looked at him. He was inches from my face and yet I didn’t feel the least bit star struck.
“We may be Justin’s back up dancers but we all have our inspirations.” Jeff said to me.
“Who is yours??” I was curious.
“I can never get over Usher. Sometimes Justin is rehearsing with us and Usher pops in and I freak. Usher is used to it but god am I not.” Jeff laughed. He was blushing, probably because Justin was in the van with us.
“Justin do you have a person??” I asked.
“Michael Jackson.” He kept his answer short.
“He held me when I was a baby, I think he was 37 or 38 when it happened.” I said. Justin’s jaw dropped.
“Are you kidding me??”
“No, JC knew him to an extent.” I smiled again at the mention of my dad.
“You just became my best friend.” Justin said as the van stopped. We were at a restaurant I had never heard of before. Everyone piled out and I followed with Justin following me. The paps took pictures of us as we entered the doors. I was excited to be hanging out with someone cool like him. I may have made an actual friend.

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