Izallouis’ view:
“Hold on I have to take this.” Justin exited the room.
“You guys are so amazing for practicing this late.” I said to the eager group.
“You are amazing at teaching.” Lou said.
“I actually like this job, and I don’t even get paid.” I joked.
“I bet if you told Justin you could.” Someone said.
“No, I am going on a talent show soon and Justin, the other Justin, already told them I would be trying out. He was able to pull strings and put me through to the judges instead of going through regular auditions first. I'm mad he did that but he won't tell me why.” I sighed.
“How did your audition go??” Someone else piped up.
“Oh, it was strange. They played the iPod track and I danced then they thanked me and I was gone. It wasn’t like they wanted me.”
“I'm sure they want you! You are too amazing to pass up! Speaking of amazing talent, could you help me with this step whilst Justin is on the phone??” Lu asked.
“Yeah.” I jogged to her and we went off to a corner and helped her with her footwork. Justin was in view of us and he seemed to be screaming into his phone. He looked beyond pissed and I wondered who was on the other line. Justin looked at his phone and hung up then ran his fingers through his hair. Everything about the look on his face screamed angry. The wrinkles on his forehead, the red on his cheeks that’s slowly fading to pink, and the frown he hasn’t dropped yet. He looked in the window and saw me so I ducked away knowing it was too late. He has a lot more things to handle than me and something was telling me it was about that photographer at my house. He came walking up the steps and into the building.
“Are you and Justin talking??” Lu whispered to me.
“Why?? What makes you say that??” I snapped fast.
“It was just a question.” She whispered back.
“No, we are not. I'm simply teaching you guys dance steps and he is someone I kind of sort of work for.” I replied in a better manner.
“So you kissed??” Lu gossiped.
“Yes. It was a mistake and now everyone thinks the worst about our friendship.”
“Listen you guys, rehearsal is done for today. Iz I need to see you in the hallway.” Justin hollered to everyone. I left to the hallway with my bag slumped over my shoulder.
“You ok??” I asked.
“No. Everyone has seen the pictures. They hit the internet before I left your house. The ‘us’ going out for dinner just makes it all seem a bit more suspicious. We can fix this but it's going to take something from you.” Justin still looked pissed.
“Look, I'm worried about you. Selena wants you back too so I think if you and her talk –” Justin’s phone started to ring.
“Sorry it's just Horan.” He said silencing his phone.
“Why don’t you answer it??” I asked looking at his hand clenched around his phone.
“I'll call him later. It can't be that important.” He shrugged it off. “I just don’t want your new career centered on being with me.” He jumped the gun on the other subject.
“I'm glad you get that I want my own name but I did set myself up for failure when I started teaching you and your crew dances.” I laughed. He let out a strained chuckle.
“I'm glad you’re not mad.” He let out a sigh of relief.
“Look I get this stuff happens. I just hope that it doesn’t ruin my career and Justin doesn’t find out.” I punched Justin on the shoulder.
“Do I have to start calling him dad??” Justin laughed but then stopped. “I'm sorry; I spoke too fast and didn’t think –”
“It's ok Justin.” I smiled at his anxious speaking.
“Let’s call this a day.”
“It's actually night.” I corrected.
“Go home Rae!” He called at me. I started to walk the semi long sidewalk to my house. It was a cold night but my sweat stained body felt great in the weather. It shouldn’t be too late at my grandmum’s so I pulled out my almost dead phone.
“I wondered when you were going to tell me about this Justin.” My grandmum’s opening line was fantastic.
“We aren’t dating. I don’t want anyone right now.” I chuckled.
“That’s a bummer, he’s a cutie!” She gushed.
“I know but I'm not a big fan of famous people.”
“Aren't you famous??” She asked in a frail voice. I smiled at the fact she thinks I'm famous after one performance.
“Not there yet. Soon I will be though. I'm going to be on this TV show that’s recording here. I'm going to be dancing and everyone will know who I am.” She started coughing so I gave her time to settle her throat then respond.
“Well that’s great dear! I'm so glad my little girl is doing what she loves. Her father would be so proud.” She was obviously talking about me and JC. I knew this would happen but I still tried not to let it show when the tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“Grandmum I'm crying. Stop.” I whined and wiped the tears away.
“Well how about we talk about this, I have been talking to Justin about me moving in.” She stopped talking.
“And??” I pressed for her to go on.
“Everything is finalized. I will be moving into the guest room when everything here is packed.” She was smiling, I could tell. I was smiling through tears of joy.
“I'm so excited! We will get to have late nights again and you can come with me to all my auditions and be by my side.” I was thinking ahead.
“I would love too but it's going to be hard for me to get around. I have only been getting worse you know.” She didn’t sound too sad about it.
“I'll call you later when I'm home and it's not late back home. I love you.” I hung up and cried. I didn’t want her to hear me cry. I was wiping my tears and not watching my path and ran straight into someone.
“Sorry that was all my fault. Are you alright??” Some Irish accent softly hummed.
“I'm fine.” I glanced up to see the same blue eyes from the VMA’s.
“Are you sure. You look like you're crying.” He said examining my face.
“It's nothing.” I pushed past him. I didn’t want anyone to see me sad. I honestly wanted Justin right now. Not Bieber, Timberlake. It made all the difference to me. I kept trudging until I was home. I opened the front door and slammed it shut. I went right to my room and just sat on my bed thinking about the problems I'm going to face and the fact the only true family I have left isn’t going to be there all the time. I'm 15 and lonely. Great depressing life to start trying to be famous with. Most kids have at least a close relationship with someone to keep them grounded but not me. I'm going into this industry cold.
“Izallouis, are you ok?? You came in a bit loud.” Jessica asked through the closed door. I opened it and just wrapped my arms around her. I felt her stroke my hair awkwardly. This was going to be harder than I thought. I may have people around me but I don’t feel happy. Something is off, something inside me is missing.

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