Michael

I got too caught up with talking to George I didn't notice that his daughter had left. He was rambling about his acting career and his upcoming movie roles but I could honestly care less about anything he was saying. The music was also too loud so it was too difficult for me to hear him anyways. He's a nice guy but sometimes he just likes to show off, a little cocky – you could say. I suppose he is just a very gleeful person.

Finally, after ten minutes, he cut the conversation off.

"Mike, I heard they got some of the best martinis at the bar and I've been dying to try them. Wanna join?" he asked willingly.

"I'd rather not, I think I already had enough drinks for the night," I lied. "But thanks for the offer. Have fun."

"I certainly will."

He was about to walk away but then stopped and turned back to me.

"Mike, go and hang loose for a little while. You seem a little tense. You need that, especially after a long five years making that album," he advised me. "Take it from me, a hard-working actor working almost every night and day. You'll feel amazing."

I took his words and nodded. "Sure, thanks, George."

"Alright buddy, got to go." And off he went and disappeared into the crowd.

I was once again left alone, but I used that time to ponder for a while. I decided to refill my cup back at the same buffet table earlier since there was nothing better to do. I drank the remainder of my punch so I wouldn't be wasting any more plastic cups, because I wouldn't want to throw it away, that'll just be wasteful.

Right when I placed my cup down and reached out my hand to hold the ladle, someone took hold of it first. Their hand was painted with white nail polis and her middle finger was decorated with a glimmering emerald ring, so it must be a lady.

The lady noticed me and immediately let go of the ladle.

"I'm so sorry, you can go first," she apologized, backing her hand away.

I looked at her and noticed that it was the girl; Camila, George's daughter. She had a faint smile on her face and it had some type of effect on me that I couldn't quite figure. My lips were frozen and no words came out of my mouth so I just shook my head and motioned my hand for her to go first. I had always been nervous in front of women, I really don't know why.

She smiled, nodded, then took hold of the ladle and scooped up some punch three times into her cup. She didn't take a new cup so that meant she already had a drink, I could tell since her breath smelt of fruits and vodka.

After she finished and I finished, we both stood awkwardly against the buffet table. The music was getting louder, and the party guests stepped up their dancing game.

"Michael, aren't you going to dance?" Camila asked, breaking the silence between the two of us.

I glanced at her. I've been asked that question too many times tonight.

"Um.. I don't think so. Not tonight." She took a sip of the punch and all I could focus at were her long fingers. They were so slender, just like her body.

"Why not? Isn't dancing your thing?"

"Yeah, it is," I laughed and bit my lip at my nervousness. "I'm just used to dancing in my own space. Like on stage or at a dance studio. Dancing in crowds and clubs are not really my thing, I get embarrassed."

"You don't get embarrassed onstage? But isn't it more likely to mess up and for people to notice it?"

"Yes, but, it's easier for me to find my zone.." I try to search through my mental dictionary for the right words. "You know.. like, my comfort zone and for me to feel the music. It's hard to really grasp it when there are too many people crowding all around me... Well actually I used to go to clubs and discos when I was... nineteen or twenty, in New York," I said. "But times have changed and now it gets too wild. I'm not in for that type of dancing."

"Oh, I understand.." she nodded her head understandingly.

She continued to drink the addictive punch, slowly but surely. Her eyes were fixated on the people dancing. This moment of silence got me falling for her, especially her looks. But who wouldn't? She's a stunning lady.

"What about you, aren't you going to dance?" I questioned her.

"No thanks. I dance like a blind seal," she replied.

In my mind I pictured how a blind seal would dance like, but then I figured she couldn't be that bad. "I'm sure you don't! C'mon, let me show you a few moves."

She laughed like it was a joke. "I'm a little bit of an introvert, Michael. I prefer to just watch you."

Now I'm the one laughing like it was a joke. "Well... I'm not going to dance if I'm not dancing with you," I persuaded with a smirk. "Come on, I'll lead you. I'll make sure you won't dance like a blind seal."

Her expression changed into a shock for a split second then she smiled. "Okay, but just for this once. Five minutes, then, I'm sitting down."

I chortled. "Let's go for it then."

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We danced to Get on the Floor and a little of P.Y.T. It was amazing. She didn't dance like any type of animal at all, instead, she danced wonderfully. She caught me off guard when she swayed her hips. But then a hundred of dance steps later, she started to whine.

"I can't dance for much longer! I'm wearing heels!"

"Michael, I really need to take a break."

"It's been more than five minutes."

"This would be so much fun and easier if I were drunk!"

So then I decided to take her to get more of the punch and cool down in the same corner we met earlier with her Dad.

We started heading towards the back of the club where there was really nothing but empty seats and abandoned red solo cups. It wasn't far from the dance floor but everyone crowded there like ants around sugar cubes, so no one was anywhere else.

I leaned back against the wall with my drink in my right hand and she stood in front of me, her back towards me while she pensively watched the people dancing on the dance floor. She fanned herself a couple of times to get the sweat to stop emerging.

I took my focus off of her glowing body and took a sip of the punch. We weren't talking but it wasn't awkward. After a while, she turned to me.

"Are they just going to play your music throughout this whole party?" She sounded a little displeased but that didn't bother me because I was asking myself the same thing.

"I think so. Well, it's my album release party so I guess they need to play my music."

She nodded her head. "Hmm... Okay."

Then she turned around again and resumed her "people-watching".

"Do you like the music?" I asked as I rubbed my head, trying to build a conversation.

Only turning her head slightly to the left, she yelled, "Pardon?"

"Do you like the music that they're playing?" I repeated louder so she would hear me.

"Of course, especially the more upbeat songs."

A toothy smile formed on my face. "Have you heard any of the singles yet?"

"From Bad?"

"Yeah."

She nodded. "My favorite is that song.. Uh," She looked up and tried to remember the title. "I think it's that "chaaange" song? Make that Change..? Winter Coat? Man in the Mirror?"

I laughed at her cluelessness. "Oh, Man in the Mirror?"

"Yeah. It's a really nice song. Did you write it? I love the lyrics... they're so meaningful."

"Nope, Siedah Garrett did."

"Who is she?"

"She sang with me on I Just Can't Stop Loving You."

"Oh! I've heard that song before. That's her name? Siedah Garrett? I love her voice! Is she here?"

"Yeah, I think so, I invited her. Do you want to go meet her?"

"Oh, yes please! If you don't mind...?" She clapped excitedly like a young child who was about to meet Cinderella at Disneyland.

"No, of course not, not at all!"

As I searched for Siedah in the crowd, I began to realize that Camila was so easy to talk to. She was very bubbly, and not so self-centered like her dad. Her demeanor was totally unexpected for the daughter of a wealthy and famous man but that's a good thing... a great thing.

Even though I really just wanted the both of us to talk, it was okay adding Sid to the conversation. We found her near the dance floor talking to another guy, sipping on a cucumber cocktail. When Camila met Sid, she was starstruck despite the fact that she just found out her name minutes ago. She kept on complimenting Sid on her work and they bonded easily.

"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Camila. And by the way, can you please tell your father that I absolutely adore his movies? They are all so spectacular," Sid requested.

"Yeah sure, my Dad is somewhere in this party so you can say that to him yourself."

"Oh, really?! I should really go find him. It was nice talking to you darling, bye!" And with that, Sid walked away and started her journey on finding one of the most legendary actors.

When she was already out of sight, Camila turned to me with her face slightly pissed. "I honestly hate it when people do that."

I wasn't sure of what she meant. "Do what?"

"They only talk about my father and sometimes they use me to tell him how much they appreciate his work. I don't like living in his shadow. But then again, I'm only known for being "George Jensen's daughter""

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, and that's why I want to start my very own career. I just graduated from college this summer so I really need to get a move on."

She's so lucky she attended college even with being known to the public and media. I didn't even have a chance with the status I had and frankly, still have. But I'm not complaining.

"Oh, that's great, congratulations! What career do you have in mind?" I sounded so much like a grandpa but that didn't seem to bother her, she laughed.

"Definitely not acting, I don't want to be affiliated with anything in that branch of the entertainment industry. I just simply don't like it. I've starred as cameos in TV shows and my Dad's films, even in commercials, but it's just not me."

I just stood there listening to every word she said, my hand still gripping on tight to my cup. That's when I remembered that I saw her on television before with her father, no wonder she looked familiar.

"I even had to beg my dad so I didn't have to study performing arts or film or attend acting classes. And even after I told him I didn't want to act, he still gave me private acting classes with him being the teacher."

"Did you enjoy the classes?" I asked her. I was genuinely interested in what she was saying.

"I enjoyed the breaks," she stated bluntly. I laughed at her statement and soon she laughed too. "With all seriousness, I really did!"

"What did you study in college?"

"English literature. I loved it. Took a hell lot of begging for my Dad 'till he finally agreed, but it was all worth it."

"So you want to be an author..?" I took a guess.

"I don't know. But there has to be some writing involved. I love writing so much, with a burning passion."

I nodded my head. Now I just really wanted to read some of her work. Who knows? Maybe she could write some beautiful poems, or songs.

I really wanted to know more about this girl... she's so enthralling, it's almost unbelievable.

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