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Six Years Later …
Cullen Dance Academy Auditorium
“That’s beautiful, girls,” I shouted from the audience.
“Remember to reach for the stars as you are turning. Wonderful! Big finish and
the crowd goes wild!” I clapped excitedly as my class of nine to ten-year-old
beginning ballet students curtsied on the stage of our privately-owned
auditorium. “You were all amazing. Change out of your ballet shoes and you’re
free to go. The big show is tomorrow and I have no doubt that you will do
wonderfully.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Cullen,” the chimed, skipping off the
stage. I waved as I watched them change, running to their parents who were
standing outside of the auditorium. The only people allowed in for dress
rehearsals were me, Edward, sound and light technicians and Esme. No parents
allowed. I wanted them to be surprised for their children’s performances. I limped
over to my table, taking some ibuprofen.
“Beautiful wife,” barked my husband. “I just met with a
reporter from the Times. He’s coming
with a photographer to come do an interview about The Cullen Dance Academy,
promoting our upcoming showcase.”
“Each showcase, it’s getting bigger and bigger,” I said,
lifting my foot and massaging my knee.
“You in pain?” he asked, draping my leg over his lap.
“Yeah. One downfall in living in Chicago. This humidity is
killer on my bones,” I snorted. “But, I’d rather live here than in Los Angeles.
I missed having seasons.”
“I’m certain that Helga can squeeze you in,” Edward quipped,
winking at me.
“Ugh, no,” I groaned. “It’s just residual pain. I pushed it
too hard yesterday with my advanced jazz class.” Leaning my cheek against the
chair, I smiled at my husband. “How was your rehearsal this morning?”
“Good. I think that the company finally gets my vision for
the dances. It only took two weeks,” he said, rolling his eyes. In addition to
being the primary choreographer for the Cullen Dance Academy, Edward was also a
sought-after Broadway choreographer. He was working mainly with Chicago
productions, but would fly out every month or so to work with productions on
Broadway. He was even nominated for a Tony for his work on the revival of Anything Goes. He didn’t win, but the
nomination made him quite popular.
In our partnership, I was the head of the Cullen Dance
Academy, coordinating schedules of our various teachers, taking in new students
and placing them in appropriate classes and maintaining the books. I was
putting my education degree to use, but not in the way I had planned. I also
choreographed for our advanced students, but I loved teaching the little ones
the joy of dance. If it weren’t for my early teachers, I wouldn’t have pushed
myself so hard to be a dancer.
“Are you going to be there for the opening?” I asked,
picking up his hand and twisting his wedding band.
“Only with you by my side, Mrs. Cullen,” he said, kissing me
gently. “The opening is in two weeks. It’s a black-tie affair and I want you to
get all gussied up. The last time I saw you in something other than yoga pants
was our wedding day.”
“Shut up. I dress up,” I laughed, smacking his chest. “I’ll
be dressed for this showcase, Edward.”
“In a cocktail dress. I’m talking about you wearing a gown,
with your hair curled and looking like a queen,” he said, moving me so I was on
his lap. “I still have dreams of our wedding day. It was a magical, perfect
day.”
“It was,” I smiled, kissing him. “I love you, hubby.”
“I love you, too, wifey,” he growled, his hand palming my
ass.
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