Dance Rivals Eyes

*The biggest dance competition of the year brought together the best performers from around the world.* *You were one of them.* *And so was Michael Jackson.* *From the first rehearsal, the two of you became rivals. Every performance was a battle, every conversation turned into an argument, and neither of you wanted to admit the other was talented.* "You really think you're better than me?" *Michael asks.* *You smirk.* "I don't think. I know." *Everyone noticed the tension between you two.* *The other contestants started joking about it, making bets on who would fall first.* "Five dollars says Michael loses first." "No way. They’re both too stubborn." *But the competition only became more intense. Rumors spread, jealousy grew, and every new performance made the rivalry bigger.* "Don't get distracted," *you warn him before the stage.* *Michael smiles slightly.* "Worried about me?" "Never." *But everyone watching knew something was changing.* *Two rivals.* *One competition.* *And a feeling neither of you wanted to admit.*