Thursday, January 28, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter 4 Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter 4 Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter 4 Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter 4 Update on TWCS

I’d never felt such a pull to someone as I felt with Bella Swan. She was beautiful, sweet, and sexy and one of the most elegant, beautiful, talented dancers I’d ever seen. Watching her on that stage as she danced to “Angel” for her father, my heart nearly burst through my chest as I watched her memorialize the supportive, loving man who left this earth far too soon.
“Ed! You want to go out and get some Voodoo Donuts?” asked Emmett, rubbing his belly. “I’m starving like a Marvin!”
I slipped my cell phone back into my pocket, feeling it vibrate. I wondered if Bella responded, but I’d check in a moment. “Probably not, Em. Today, being here all day, was a bit much. I’m going back to the hotel and I’m crashing after I inhale some food,” I snickered.
“Come on! Live a little! Voodoo Donuts have a donut with bacon!” Emmett said, pulling me toward the stage door. “Plus, I want to hear all about that hot little brunette you were talking to. She’s smokin!”
I rolled my eyes, allowing him to drag me out to garage where my rental car was parked. He clambered into the passenger seat while I eased into the driver’s side. With a sigh, I drove to the donut place, buying a dozen donuts and driving us back to the hotel. Once back at the hotel, Emmett followed me into my room. “Are you sleeping here, too?” I quipped, digging through my bag for a fresh pair of boxers and some sleep pants.
“Nah!” he answered, spraying his food all over the table. “I just want to hear about your hottie!”
“You are such a girl, Emmett,” I snickered, going into the bathroom and locking the door. I pulled out my cell phone and saw that Bella had, indeed, texted back.
You are such a smooth-talker, Edward. I’m blushing. Rose is teasing me saying that my face is causing people to stop since I’m so red. However, thank you for being there for me and I will have sweet dreams because of you. Call me whenever. Rose and I are heading back on the road around eleven ~ Bella xx
“Are you jerking off?” Emmett laughed.

“You’re an ass,” I grumbled, turning on the water and quickly typing out a reply. 

"Sex"

Jacob Black


Jacob's Audition Music

Ground Zero





Peter 

Wyndham in New York City


Manhattan Center Grand Ballroom and Hammerstein Ballroom



Wake Me Up When September Ends

Sunday, January 24, 2016

SYTYCD Blog Only Teaser

I sat next to Irina, watching the auditions. They truly were bad. There was one guy, who had to be at least forty, with long hair stuffed into his turtleneck, glasses and his shorts pulled up to his armpits that went by the name ‘Sex.’ He believed he was God’s gift to the dancing community, when in reality, he was uncoordinated, awkward and just plain bad. When Alistair said that it was a no for both choreography and Los Angeles, Sex had a temper tantrum, calling Alistair a British blowhard. The cuss words that spilled out of the man’s mouth were obscene and he was pulled from the stage.
Following that debacle, a tall, muscular dancing walked up on stage. He had long hair, pulled back into a low ponytail. His skin was a deep russet and his smile was bright and wide.
“Good afternoon,” Alistair said, his voice weary.
“I’m sorry about that,” the man said.
“It’s not your fault. What’s your name?” Alistair replied, giving him a smile.
“My name is Jacob. Jacob Black,” he nodded.
“How long have you been dancing, Jacob?” Carmen asked.
“Not very long. I started when I was in high school. I was on the football team and I stumbled over my feet more times than not. My coach suggested I take dancing lessons to work on my coordination. I did and I was hooked. I quit the team, focusing on becoming a better dancer,” Jacob snickered. “I’ll admit that I’m still learning, but I’m willing to try anything you give me.”

“Well, let’s see what you got, Jacob,” Alistair nodded. Jacob grinned, stepping back and stopping stage right. He got into his opening pose. “And cue music.”

Sex

Jacob Black

 
Jacob's Audition Music

Thursday, January 21, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

I’d never felt such a pull to someone as I felt with Bella Swan. She was beautiful, sweet, and sexy and one of the most elegant, beautiful, talented dancers I’d ever seen. Watching her on that stage as she danced to “Angel” for her father, my heart nearly burst through my chest as I watched her memorialize the supportive, loving man who left this earth far too soon.
“Ed! You want to go out and get some Voodoo Donuts?” asked Emmett, rubbing his belly. “I’m starving like a Marvin!”
I slipped my cell phone back into my pocket, feeling it vibrate. I wondered if Bella responded, but I’d check in a moment. “Probably not, Em. Today, being here all day, was a bit much. I’m going back to the hotel and I’m crashing after I inhale some food,” I snickered.
“Come on! Live a little! Voodoo Donuts have a donut with bacon!” Emmett said, pulling me toward the stage door. “Plus, I want to hear all about that hot little brunette you were talking to. She’s smokin!”
I rolled my eyes, allowing him to drag me out to garage where my rental car was parked. He clambered into the passenger seat while I eased into the driver’s side. With a sigh, I drove to the donut place, buying a dozen donuts and driving us back to the hotel. Once back at the hotel, Emmett followed me into my room. “Are you sleeping here, too?” I quipped, digging through my bag for a fresh pair of boxers and some sleep pants.
“Nah!” he answered, spraying his food all over the table. “I just want to hear about your hottie!”
“You are such a girl, Emmett,” I snickered, going into the bathroom and locking the door. I pulled out my cell phone and saw that Bella had, indeed, texted back.
You are such a smooth-talker, Edward. I’m blushing. Rose is teasing me saying that my face is causing people to stop since I’m so red. However, thank you for being there for me and I will have sweet dreams because of you. Call me whenever. Rose and I are heading back on the road around eleven ~ Bella xx
“Are you jerking off?” Emmett laughed.
“You’re an ass,” I grumbled, turning on the water and quickly typing out a reply.
You’re probably asleep but I’m glad that I made you blush. It was truly my intention. I can’t wait to talk to you. Call me anytime or you can email me at edwardcullendances (at) gmail (dot) com. Hugs, sweet Bella ~ Edward xx
I tossed my phone on the counter and stripped out of my clothes. I took a quick shower, hosing off the sweat from teaching the call back dance. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I washed my face and brushed my teeth before putting on my sleep clothes, walking back into my hotel room. Emmett was still there, his feet on the tiny cocktail table and laughing at something on the television. I walked to the box of donuts, finding two left. “Dude! I bought these! I only get two?”
“I’m hungry,” he snorted. “I’m a growing boy.”
“Yeah. Growing wider,” I growled. I tossed him my rental car keys. “Go get some more, you asshole. You invade my room, eat my donuts and …”
“Okay, okay, Eddiekins. Don’t get your boxers in a wad,” he laughed, getting up from the couch. “I wanted some more anyway. I’ll get you your own dozen. Any requests?”
“Whatever is fine with me,” I snickered. He sauntered out of my room.


Thursday, January 14, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter Three Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter Three Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter Three Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter Three Update on TWCS

“Isabella Marie, you’ve got to read this!” squealed my roommate and best friend, Rosalie. I was eating breakfast, preparing for another long day in classes, working on getting my degree in elementary education.
You need to have another plan, Isabella. You’re not going to be able dance forever. You shouldn’t be dancing at all, you ungrateful brat. I rolled my eyes at my mother’s voice in my head. She was the ungrateful one. I will never forget the sacrifice my father gave in order for me to continue to dance.
Rose slammed a paper down in front of me – breaking me from my reverie - advertising auditions for my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance? “We’re soooooooooooo going!”
“No, we’re not,” I said, pushing the paper away and shaking my head emphatically. “I can’t … I just …”
“Bullshit,” Rose spat. “Look at me.” She grasped my chin, glaring into my eyes. She was fierce, angry and not going to take no for an answer. “Don’t let that bitch tell you can’t live out your dreams. Your dad would have wanted you to try out. And don’t use that excuse of your knee … it’s better. Your doctors have cleared you to dance.”
I pinched my nose. “Do I even want it anymore?” I asked, glaring at her.
“I saw a glimmer of happiness on your face, Bells,” Rose said, her expression softening. “You want this. Your dad wanted this for you. He loved you …”
I screwed my eyes shut, trying not to cry and remembering my father. He had loved me, fought for me and did everything to make my dreams of being a dancer a reality. Until he got shot in a burglary gone wrong. He had picked up extra shifts to help pay for the rehabilitation that I needed to recuperate my botched up knee. If he hadn’t been working, he would still be alive. If I hadn’t had my dream of dancing, my father would still be here and loving me. Not buried six feet underground, rotting in the Forks Cemetery.
“Bells, listen to me. We go and audition,” Rose said, taking my hands in hers. “What’s the worst that could happen? They say no?”

“The opposite. They say yes,” I hissed, thrusting my hands into my hair. 
Bella Swan

Rosalie

Edward 

Alistair

Carmen

Bella and Rose's Apartment














Rose's Car

Paramount Theater, Portland

Paramount Theatre, Portland

Sunday, January 10, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

I spent the month leading up to the auditions working on my routine. I wanted to do something for my father, praying that he was watching from heaven. In fact, the song I chose, “Angel,” was his favorite song and we had made plans for us to dance to it at my wedding. Now, I was using it as a tribute to celebrate my father and honor his memory at this audition. Rose was also working on her audition, but her dance style was different than mine. She was a hip hop dancer but she looked like Barbie. It was weird seeing her get down and ‘dirty’ while she had a perky blonde ponytail and the body of a prima ballerina. It worked for her, though.
Just before we left to drive to Portland, we asked a few of the dance majors and a number of the dance professors to give us critiques on our audition numbers. I wanted the experience of performing in front of an audience and Rose just wanted to show off. Rose went first, using a mash up of several different songs for her piece. Her two minute number was filled with explosive moves, fancy tricks and intricate, but smooth footwork. When she finished, she held her final pose with an aggressive stare. The dancers applauded and whooped it up. Rose moved to the front of the studio, sliding gracefully to the floor, asking for any and all critique. There wasn’t much, really. The only thing I noticed was a rushed section in the beginning and the rest of the dancers agreed. Rose nodded, mentally reworking the choreography.
I was next and I was nervous. Almost to the point where I was sick. I walked to the center of the stage, taking my opening pose. With a barely perceptible nod, the music began and I danced for my father. When the music faded away, I barely was able to keep the tears at bay. This piece was cathartic for me, but it reminded me of what I was missing. Every day, I would give anything to hear his voice, to smell his cheap cologne, to tease him about the cruiser, to just be with him. I barely made it to the bathroom, throwing up and sobbing on the floor of the smelly, disgusting restroom. Rose found me, hugging me closely but never saying a word. She’d been there through every nightmare, every emotional breakdown and every moment of my grief. She was there now and I loved her for it.
“How am I supposed to get through this without crying at the audition?” I whispered, my face pressed to Rose’s shoulder.
“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Bells,” Rose said, tightening her arms around me. “That piece…it was gorgeous. I could see every emotion on your face, every moment that you shared with your dad. From the first step you took into a dance studio, to his funeral. There was not a dry eye in that studio and no one had any critiques. Charlie, he’s smiling down at you and cheering at how beautiful you were.”
“Really?” I sniffled.
“Really,” Rose answered, kissing my head.

"Angel" by Sarah McLachlan
Song that Bella danced to for her father

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“Isabella Marie, you’ve got to read this!” squealed my roommate and best friend, Rosalie. I was eating breakfast, preparing for another long day in classes, working on getting my degree in elementary education.
You need to have another plan, Isabella. You’re not going to be able dance forever. You shouldn’t be dancing at all, you ungrateful brat. I rolled my eyes at my mother’s voice in my head. She was the ungrateful one. I will never forget the sacrifice my father gave in order for me to continue to dance.
Rose slammed a paper down in front of me – breaking me from my reverie - advertising auditions for my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance? “We’re soooooooooooo going!”
“No, we’re not,” I said, pushing the paper away and shaking my head emphatically. “I can’t … I just …”
“Bullshit,” Rose spat. “Look at me.” She grasped my chin, glaring into my eyes. She was fierce, angry and not going to take no for an answer. “Don’t let that bitch tell you can’t live out your dreams. Your dad would have wanted you to try out. And don’t use that excuse of your knee … it’s better. Your doctors have cleared you to dance.”
I pinched my nose. “Do I even want it anymore?” I asked, glaring at her.
“I saw a glimmer of happiness on your face, Bells,” Rose said, her expression softening. “You want this. Your dad wanted this for you. He loved you …”
I screwed my eyes shut, trying not to cry and remembering my father. He had loved me, fought for me and did everything to make my dreams of being a dancer a reality. Until he got shot in a burglary gone wrong. He had picked up extra shifts to help pay for the rehabilitation that I needed to recuperate my botched up knee. If he hadn’t been working, he would still be alive. If I hadn’t had my dream of dancing, my father would still be here and loving me. Not buried six feet underground, rotting in the Forks Cemetery.
“Bells, listen to me. We go and audition,” Rose said, taking my hands in hers. “What’s the worst that could happen? They say no?”
“The opposite. They say yes,” I hissed, thrusting my hands into my hair.
“That’s not bad, Bella,” Rose argued. “It means that they like you.” I arched a brow, getting up from my seat and meticulously cleaning my cereal bowl. Rose huffed out a breath, hopping onto the kitchen counter. “Look, I know Renee laid on the guilt trip, but you have to know that it’s not your fault that your dad died.”
“Isn’t it?” I whispered, a few rogue tears spilling over my cheeks. 

Bella Swan

Rosalie Hale

Bella and Rose's Apartment




Rose's Room







Bella's Room