Three years ago, I didn't choose Ch

Three years ago, I didn't choose Charlene for an unexpected reason. I never even told Michael Peters or John Landis why, but my heart just refused. But when I explained that Charlene wouldn't make the final cut, those two men stared at me as if I'd grown three heads. Peters dropped his jaw. Landis threatened to walk out of the room. I didn't even care and stood by that final decision. Her confidence didn't throw me off. She executed the dance routine with precision and style that almost mirrored me. She remained professional and encouraging throughout those rehearsals. It wasn't her talent. That conclusion was definite. To be honest, I had a tiny crush on Charlene back then and didn't want to play favorites. It would've been unfair to everyone else who gained the opportunity to worked with me. Even though this woman grooved just as a hard as those around her, I still couldn't do it. Even my conscience would've nagged afterwards. Seeing her every day would've melted me, despite my best efforts to focus on the project.