Long legs, posture, and wavy black hair down the center of her back. Plump lips with just the right shade of rose pink. Light brown eyes and sunkissed skin. There was not a single thing missing. Michael sat in his chair as he watched her rehearse, he heard a constant voice trying to get his attension but the only thing capturing it well was Justine.
"Michael, don't you think she needs to slow down a little? She's moving faster than all the others," Jeffrey asked.
Michael shook his head, "I think she's great,"
Jeffrey didn't say anything, he continued watching. At the end of Smooth Criminal he turned off the speakers. "Great, great, Justine I notise you were a little more on top of it than the others. Michael says it was great so either the rest of you pick up the pase or Justine adjust to theirs because if you ask me i'd say you were going a little too quickly," He said.
Justine nodded and tied her hair back into a bun at the top of her head.
"Okay, we're done for the day. Let's not make rehearsal our only time for practise! Practise at home, practise at your interviews!" Jeffrey laughed, "No maybe not your interviews,"
Everyone laughed, Michael smiled and watched Justine, hoping to catch her eye. She didn't look at him once, it didn't even look like she was looking through her perifial vision. She walked over to her duffle bag and took out her water bottle breathlessly. She set it down and replayed the track, she looked in the mirror, took a deep breath and began reciting the dance over again. Michael stood up, she turned around and looked at him.
"Oh, I didn't know you were still in here," Justine quickly threw her water bottle in the bag and zipped it up.
"Oh it's okay, you don't have to hurry. I was on my way out anyways," Michael faked a quick laugh so it wouldn't seem awkward.
"Oh no I should be going anyways," Justine threw her bag over her shoulder and pressed stop on the stereo.
"Busy day ahead?" Michael asked, trying to make conversation. He'd been working with her for no little than three months and they'd never once talked to eachother.
"Oh, no I just don't need to be hanging around here," She said.
"Hmm... Yeah me either," Michael said, he felt like he screwed up by saying that. Me either what? He thought. "Hey you know, we've been working together for a long time now and we haven't spoken to eachother once," Michael laughed a little.
Justine shrugged, "So?"
He felt stupid, he wanted to just walk away. But walking away from his problems wouldn't solve anything at all. "I don't know, it just seemed a little... Weird. Since I've talked to everyone else. Hey do you wanna maybe have lunch together sometime? To get to know eachother?"
Justine headed for the door, "I don't know, i'll think about it... My manager told me just to stick to business," she said. Michael sighed, that was a no. He walked out after her and headed to his limousine. He watched her get into her 1965 psychedelic porsche. She had trouble starting it up, as she got it working Michael watched her drive off.
She was so silent all the time in a mysterious way, it made Michael intrested in who she was.
