So You Think You Can Dance FanFic: So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

We spent the next hour waiting for the two other flights to arrive. Supposedly, there was a storm in Chicago that delayed that flight. The plane from Atlanta arrived first with three dancers. There was a brother/sister Latin partnership, Jane and Alec Volturi and then a tap dancer, Jasper Whitlock. Jasper came and sat with us. He was a friendly fellow with an easy attitude and a lazy southern drawl. I liked him instantly. By the time the flight from Chicago arrived, Jacob, Rose, Jasper and I were fast friends, vowing to work together in the choreography round if we got that far in the callback process.

We all got into the various limos waiting for us to drive us to the hotel. A petite girl with long black hair was in our limo with a handsome man. She had a snooty expression on her face, appearing like she was better than us. Rose, the extrovert she was, introduced herself to the girl. “Hi! I’m Rose and I’m a hip hop dancer. You are?”

“I’m Alice and this is my partner, Julian,” she said, taking out her phone and tapping out a text. She pursed her lips.

“What style of dance do you do?” Rose pressed, looking at Alice.

“Latin ballroom. Now, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to win,” Alice responded. She popped in her ear buds, effectively cutting off all communication with us. Her partner did the same.

Rose scoffed, moving to sit next to me. “Rude much?” she hissed.

“She’s here to win,” I snickered.

“And to make enemies,” Jacob shrugged.

“I think she’s cute,” Jasper whispered. “A bit bitchy, but cute.”

“Jasper, you deserve better,” Rose said. Jasper nodded, turning back to Jake to continue their conversation. Forty-five minutes later, we arrived at the theater. Cameras were set up and we all clambered out of the limos, excited about the callbacks. We dropped off our bags and went into the theater, rushing the stage. Once we were all settled on the stage, Alistair, Carmen and all of the guest judges walked out. After them, the choreographers and their assistants came out as well. Edward was with the ballroom choreographer, a woman named Anya. Edward’s eyes swept over the stage before landing on me. When he saw me, his face lit up in a beautiful smile. I returned it in kind causing Rose to poke me. I poked her back as Alistair walked onto the stage.

“Welcome, everyone and congratulations on making it this far,” Alistair began. “There are 157 of you on this stage. By the time we are done, 137 of you will be going home and the top twenty dancers will begin their journey to become America’s favorite dancer. Who will it be? It could be anyone. Now? We are going to start with individual solos – the initial ‘dance for your life.’ After each ten solos, we’ll do a cut and then the next round of solos will begin. We’ll be going in numerical order.” He prattled off the first group of solos.