So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter 6 Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter 6 Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter 6 Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter 6 Update on TWCS

“Bella, you should see the medic,” Rose hissed. We were seated in the house after we’d learned the contemporary choreography by Travis. I was in the first group that went up for our time to dance the contemporary piece. It was flowy, romantic and ethereal, matching the music, ‘A River Flows in You’ by Yiruma.  I’d been deemed safe by the judges and I was trying to stretch out my knee before the final solos. “It’s swollen and you’ve got a huge bruise.”

“I’m fine, Rose,” I barked back, but I knew she was right. “All I have to do is get through the last round of dancing and then I can rehab it at school until we begin filming. Almost six full weeks!”

“At least wear your brace, Bells,” Rose pleaded. “Remember what Alistair and what Edward said. If he knew that you were pushing yourself, he’d rip you a new one, Isabella Marie Swan!”

One of the producers shushed us and we apologized. I reached into my bag, pulling out my brace and a pair of long, black yoga pants. I tugged on my brace along with the pants, pulling my hair back into a messy bun. I couldn’t wait to get into the shower and scour all of the grime off my body. The production promised that if we did make it to the Green Mile, we’d be treated to a morning at the spa, along with professionally done makeup and hair. I was just anxious to have a full body massage. The other stuff was slim pickings.

The judges were downright lethal in this last round of choreography. Favorites were cut to pieces and eliminated. One guy, Jeremy, I thought he would win it all but he was downright clumsy in the contemporary round. The judges tore him up, dismissing him from the competition. I was lucky. I was with several contemporary and jazz dancers and I easily caught on to the choreography. I, personally, got rave reviews.

Alice did not.

It was a little bit childish, but I felt somewhat vindicated that the judges gave her such harsh critiques. They didn’t eliminate her, but they did say that her spot was in jeopardy if she didn’t show the wow in her final solo. She smiled, thanking the judges for the second chance, running off the stage. Her eyes were filled with tears, but I couldn’t bring it in my heart to feel sorry for her. She should have been eliminated based on her performance. 

"A River Flows In You" Orchestra Version, Featuring Yiruma

Contemporary Callback Music

"No Air" by Jordin Sparks, featuring Chris Brown
Rose's Final Solo Audition Music

"Everything" by Lifehouse

Bella's Final Solo Audition Music

"Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira

Bella's description of Edward's pelvic thrusts (LOL)

America's Top Twenty Dancers

Alice Brandon - Latin Ballroom

Angela Weber - Ballet

Bella Swan - Contemporary

Chelsea Brill - Latin Ballroom

Jane Volturi - Latin Ballroom

Jessica Stanley - Jazz

Kate McGovern - Contemporary

Maggie McCallister - Hip Hop/Crump

Rosalie Hale - Hip Hop

Tia Senna - Latin Ballroom

Alec Volturi - Latin Ballroom

Ben Cheney - Hip Hop

Demitri Chesterton - Contemporary

Felix Lester - Hip Hop

Garrett Gregory - Contemporary

Jacob Black - Contemporary

Jasper Whitlock - Tap

Mike Newton - Jazz

Nahuel Garza - Hip Hop

Tyler Crowley - Latin Ballroom

The Craziness that is my Life

It's getting close to that time of year again. That two weeks, or so, of theater fun where I live, practically, at work. This year, it's starting earlier than usual. So, updates will be suspended during that hectic time since I'll be home long enough to shower, sleep and then go back to work.

I love my job. I really do. I wouldn't be doing the musicals or the plays if I didn't.

However, it does make for craziness. You know?

Sooooooooooooo, the way I'm looking at it is that starting the week of March 7th until March 22nd, I will not be posting updates or teasers for any of my stories. Working over 80 hours a week, with no weekends off until I go on spring break, it doesn't provide any down time. I will poke my head in to my Facebook group, but don't expect anything fic-related until after the musical is done.

The plan for leading up to that week includes the following:

1. Update Buying Love, getting to the mid-fifties or so
2. Update SYTYCD and research dances (next update coming on Thursday!!)
3. Plan a new story (I've got it started, but I need to plan out the rest of it.)
4. Build a surplus for La Musica del Cuore and post an extended-summary on March 1st. 
5. Update Restoration ... this will be completed by mid-April

I'm busy, but I will be back. My hiatus from writing will be anything but calming. I'll be thinking of you guys and my updates as I'm driving home at eleven at night, only to get up at o'dark thirty the next morning. *Snorts*

I should change this to 'the end of the production.' LOL.

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“Bella, you should see the medic,” Rose hissed. We were seated in the house after we’d learned the contemporary choreography by Travis. I was in the first group that went up for our time to dance the contemporary piece. It was flowy, romantic and ethereal, matching the music, ‘A River Flows in You’ by Yiruma.  I’d been deemed safe by the judges and I was trying to stretch out my knee before the final solos. “It’s swollen and you’ve got a huge bruise.”

“I’m fine, Rose,” I barked back, but I knew she was right. “All I have to do is get through the last round of dancing and then I can rehab it at school until we begin filming. Almost six full weeks!”

“At least wear your brace, Bells,” Rose pleaded. “Remember what Alistair and what Edward said. If he knew that you were pushing yourself, he’d rip you a new one, Isabella Marie Swan!”

One of the producers shushed us and we apologized. I reached into my bag, pulling out my brace and a pair of long, black yoga pants. I tugged on my brace along with the pants, pulling my hair back into a messy bun. I couldn’t wait to get into the shower and scour all of the grime off my body. The production promised that if we did make it to the Green Mile, we’d be treated to a morning at the spa, along with professionally done makeup and hair. I was just anxious to have a full body massage. The other stuff was slim pickings.

The judges were downright lethal in this last round of choreography. Favorites were cut to pieces and eliminated. One guy, Jeremy, I thought he would win it all but he was downright clumsy in the contemporary round. The judges tore him up, dismissing him from the competition. I was lucky. I was with several contemporary and jazz dancers and I easily caught on to the choreography. I, personally, got rave reviews.

Alice did not.

It was a little bit childish, but I felt somewhat vindicated that the judges gave her such harsh critiques. They didn’t eliminate her, but they did say that her spot was in jeopardy if she didn’t show the wow in her final solo. She smiled, thanking the judges for the second chance, running off the stage. Her eyes were filled with tears, but I couldn’t bring it in my heart to feel sorry for her. She should have been eliminated based on her performance. 

"A River Flows In You" by Yiruma, Cello and Piano Orchestra Version

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter 5 Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter 5 Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter 5 Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter 5 Update on TWCS

“Bella, come on! We’ve got to go!” Rose grumbled.

“I’m just submitting my paper for curriculum development,” I said, trying to get the website to go faster. It was dragging since the server was slow. I had just finished proofing my paper, turning it in early since I was going to be in Los Angeles when it was due. I had turned in the rest of my assignments, but this was the last one. Too bad technology decided to be a bitch. “God damn it all to hell! The website just freaking crashed!”

“Can you print a hard copy and turn it into the professor as we leave?” Rose asked, her brow arching.

I nodded, printing my paper to our now functioning printer. Once it was out, I stapled it, tossing it into a folder and going down to my truck. Rose did not want to leave her Mustang in the long-term lot. My hunk of junk, which my father had bought when he was in high school and that loved immensely because it was my dad’s, was less likely to be stolen since you had to finagle the ignition and pray that it would start. I had the touch and no issues in getting it to start, but Rose struggled every single time. We put our bags behind the seats and drove to campus. I ran to the education office, finding my professor. I reminded her of my absence and handed her the paper. She scowled at me, explaining that it needed to be submitted online.

“The website crashed and my flight is leaving in less than an hour,” I said. “You and I both know that when the site goes down, it doesn’t come back up for days. I’ve turned in all of my work and I’m a good student.”

She sighed, pinching her nose. “Fine. I’ll let it slide, but don’t forget the final paper needs to be submitted online. I won’t accept a hard copy of that, Ms. Swan.”

“Thank you!” I smiled, darting out of the office and back to my idling truck. I pushed my car as fast as it could go to SeaTac. Parking in the long-term lot, Rose and I caught the shuttle to the terminal. We checked in and made it just in time for boarding. We settled into our first class seats, thanks to the production company, and finally relaxed on the plane for a week in sunny California, though the week was going to be anything but relaxing. We were going to work our asses off.

That’s putting it mildly. 

"On The Town" from the musical, On The Town

Magalehna, by Sergio Mendes

"Earth Intruders" by Bjork

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. 

One of the callback stages

Second callback stage

Alistair Simms

Carmen Santiago

Bella Swan, Contemporary

Rosalie Hale, Hip Hop

Jacob Black, Contemporary

Jasper Whitlock, Tap

Alec Volturi, Latin Ballroom

Jane Volturi, Latin Ballroom

Alice Brandon, Latin Ballroom

Edward Cullen, All-Star