After the craziness
of the holidays, I spent the next week sitting on my ass, watching television
and being a bum. On New Year’s Eve, I was watching some inane movie when my
phone rang. Picking it up, I greeted my doorman. “You have two visitors, Mr.
Cullen. An Alistair Sims and Carmen Santiago?”
“Oh, wow. Send them
up,” I said. I got up from my couch and picked up the few things I had laying
around. Changing into a button-down, I waited for them to knock on the door. It
wasn’t long. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Alistair and Carmen on my
doorstep. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating the new year?” I asked, smiling
crookedly.
“We could ask the
same thing. You’re young and should be out kissing some cute girl,” Carmen
laughed, breezing into my condo. “Very nice, Edward.”
“Thank you,” I
blushed. “My grandparents on my mom’s side left me a sizable inheritance and I
bought this place once I graduated from college.”
“What did you major
in, Edward?” Alistair asked, looking at the photos on the mantle.
“Business Administration.
Before the show, I danced somewhat professionally and I helped my mom with her
studio. When she retires, she told me that I was taking it over. I’d like to
know what the hell I’m doing,” I snickered. “I know that I’m not going to be
dancing forever. I want to have a plan to fall back on. You know?” Carmen
nodded, smiling softly. Alistair just kept staring at my photos. “Is everything
okay?” I asked.
“Everything is
great,” Alistair finally responded. “We’re here to talk to you about a few
things, actually. Auditions are starting up in a week and this is the first
stop.”
“Oh, I didn’t know
that Chicago was one of the audition cities,” I said. “Where are my manners?
I’m sorry. Do either of you want something to drink? I can make coffee or
perhaps something stronger?”
“Since it’s New
Year’s Eve, do you have any wine or sparkling wine?” Carmen asked, her brown
eyes twinkling.
“I think I do,” I
said, getting up and opening up a bottle that my mom had placed in my fridge. I
poured us three glasses and carried them into my living room. They were sitting
on my couch. Handing them the sparkling wine, I clinked my glass with theirs.
“Happy New Year.”
“Yes, happy New
Year,” Alistair smiled, sipping his wine.
“A very happy New
Year,” Carmen breathed. She placed her wine glass on the table. “Have you
recovered from the tour?”
“Mostly. My calf
muscle is a bit tight at times, but I’ve been working with a physical therapist
to loosen it up with massages and some simple exercises,” I said. “I should be
back on the dance floor in a couple of weeks.”
Carmen and Alistair
shared a look. “Do you think you could be ready by next week?” Alistair asked.
“What? Why?” I
replied.
“Edward, we’d like you to join the SYTYCD team,”
Carmen said.
Edward Cullen
Alistair Simms
Carmen Santiago
Edward's Condo
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