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Packing up my belongings and moving across the country freaked the shit out of me. My new job didn’t begin until mid-April, but I wanted to make sure that Bella and I were settled in our new home in the suburbs of Los Angeles. I decided to sublet my condo to Peter. He was taking a part in Hamilton, thanks to Lauren’s help. He’d live in my condo until his contract was up in the following year.

“Edward, I don’t think we’ll need this mountain of winter weather gear,” Bella laughed in our closet. “I looked at the weather and it’s in the mid-seventies.”

“We can leave it here. Peter said he was just going to stay in one of the guest rooms. He seemed squicked out at sleeping in our porn palace,” I said, poking my head in the closet. Bella was blushing, giving me a glower. “What? You have to admit, we’ve been going at it like bunnies since Christmas.”

“That’s because you’re horny,” she quipped. “And to be honest, so am I.” She winked at me, folding more of my t-shirts and placed them into an open suitcase next to her. “When will the moving truck get here?”

“They said early tomorrow morning,” I explained. “We need to get a move on.”

“Edward, we’re only moving our clothes and some personal items,” she said.

“And my car,” I argued. “If there is one ding on that baby, I’ll be pissed.”

“I swear, you love that car more than me,” she laughed, closing the bag and standing up stiffly. She was getting stronger and was starting to take some beginning classes at my mom’s studio. Once we arrived at Los Angeles, Carmen was going to take over her training, working with some local dance studios.

“I love you more than anything in my world, pretty girl,” I said, taking her into my arms. “Do you need some ice?”

“I’m fine. I was just sitting too long,” she said, kissing my chin. “I’m going to the gym with Jake in a bit. You have an office to pack up, mister.”

“What are you doing with Jake?” I asked as she changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight tank top. “You better not be running. Helga hasn’t given you approval to run yet.”

“I’m not running,” she said, twisting her hair into a messy bun. “Jogging, yes. Running, no. I’m also doing some strength training on my legs. Jake is gentle with me. I rather work with him than Helga. Ugh, I won’t miss her.”

“Helga did give us some recommendations to use in Los Angeles. She’s got a sister, Hildy,” I teased.

“No. Thank. You,” Bella sang, putting on her sneakers and a knee brace around her left leg. “Alistair said he was going to have work with one of the physical therapists from the show. She’s new. Her name is McKenna and specializes in working with dancers with significant injuries. I have no doubt that she’ll whip me back into shape.” Her phone rang and she picked it up. “Jake? I’m on my way down. Just reminding Edward to pack up the office.” She kissed me and tugged on her winter coat. “See you in a bit, Jake.” Tossing her phone into a pocket. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. The shredder has been emptied and the bubble wrap is in the dining room. Love you, baby.”

“Love you more, Bella,” I said, kissing her lips and watching as she breezed out of the condo.

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Packing up my belongings and moving across the country freaked the shit out of me. My new job didn’t begin until mid-April, but I wanted to make sure that Bella and I were settled in our new home in the suburbs of Los Angeles. I decided to sublet my condo to Peter. He was taking a part in Hamilton, thanks to Lauren’s help. He’d live in my condo until his contract was up in the following year.

“Edward, I don’t think we’ll need this mountain of winter weather gear,” Bella laughed in our closet. “I looked at the weather and it’s in the mid-seventies.”

“We can leave it here. Peter said he was just going to stay in one of the guest rooms. He seemed squicked out at sleeping in our porn palace,” I said, poking my head in the closet. Bella was blushing, giving me a glower. “What? You have to admit, we’ve been going at it like bunnies since Christmas.”

“That’s because you’re horny,” she quipped. “And to be honest, so am I.” She winked at me, folding more of my t-shirts and placed them into an open suitcase next to her. “When will the moving truck get here?”

“They said early tomorrow morning,” I explained. “We need to get a move on.”

“Edward, we’re only moving our clothes and some personal items,” she said.

“And my car,” I argued. “If there is one ding on that baby, I’ll be pissed.”

“I swear, you love that car more than me,” she laughed, closing the bag and standing up stiffly. She was getting stronger and was starting to take some beginning classes at my mom’s studio. Once we arrived at Los Angeles, Carmen was going to take over her training, working with some local dance studios.

“I love you more than anything in my world, pretty girl,” I said, taking her into my arms. “Do you need some ice?”

“I’m fine. I was just sitting too long,” she said, kissing my chin. “I’m going to the gym with Jake in a bit. You have an office to pack up, mister.”

“What are you doing with Jake?” I asked as she changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight tank top. “You better not be running. Helga hasn’t given you approval to run yet.”

“I’m not running,” she said, twisting her hair into a messy bun. “Jogging, yes. Running, no. I’m also doing some strength training on my legs. Jake is gentle with me. I rather work with him than Helga. Ugh, I won’t miss her.”

“Helga did give us some recommendations to use in Los Angeles. She’s got a sister, Hildy,” I teased.

“No. Thank. You,” Bella sang, putting on her sneakers and a knee brace around her left leg. “Alistair said he was going to have work with one of the physical therapists from the show. She’s new. Her name is McKenna and specializes in working with dancers with significant injuries. I have no doubt that she’ll whip me back into shape.” Her phone rang and she picked it up. “Jake? I’m on my way down. Just reminding Edward to pack up the office.” She kissed me and tugged on her winter coat. “See you in a bit, Jake.” Tossing her phone into a pocket. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. The shredder has been emptied and the bubble wrap is in the dining room. Love you, baby.”

“Love you more, Bella,” I said, kissing her lips and watching as she breezed out of the condo. 

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“Sir, you have to calm down,” said one cop.

“Calm down? My fiancée may be the one under the sheet! I will not calm down,” I snapped. The cop’s face hardened and he slapped a set of cuffs around my wrists. “What?! You’re arresting me?!”

“Only until you calm the fuck down,” he sneered.

“Jay, you’re such an asshole,” a female cop growled. She released me. “The guy under the sheet is the driver of the Uber. We pulled out a female, mid-twenties out of the backseat. She’s in rough shape.”

“Have they left?” I asked. “The ambulance?”

“Just left. I’ll take you to the hospital. If she has family, you may want to call them,” the cop said kindly.

“Thank you,” I whispered. She tugged on my arm, smacking Jay’s head before leading me to a squad car. I got into the back, dialing Alistair and explaining to him what had happened. I also called Rose, but she already knew and was on her way to the hospital. Rose was Bella’s emergency contact. We arrived at the hospital and I called my parents. My mom said she’d be on the next flight out and Dad would make it over the weekend. I was barely keeping it together.

She’s in rough shape …

What the hell does that mean?! Is she at death’s door? Did she lose a limb? What?

In the hospital, the cop, Amy, explained that I was the fiancée of the female car accident victim. I was led into a quiet room. I explained that there were more people on the way. The nurse nodded and said that the doctor would be in shortly. Alistair and Carmen arrived next with Rose and Emmett. Carmen sat next to me, hugging the shit out of me but I was numb. I needed to know what was going on.

She’s in rough shape …

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Bella stayed at the house after the elimination, helping Rose pack up her belongings. I knew that Rose’s elimination was going to be hard on my girlfriend, but she didn’t show it outwardly. If anything, Bella looked more determined to win. However, I was concerned for her and wanted to be there for her, supporting her the best way I could.

Just not tonight.

As I sat on my couch, watching the news, there was a knock at my door. Heaving my body off the sofa, I opened the door. Emmett was fidgeting with his watch and blushing furiously as he danced on my doorstep. “You okay, man?” I asked.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Sure. Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering him inside.

“Got any scotch? Bourbon? Tequila?” he quipped. “God, I fucked up. I soooooooo fucked up.”

“Emmett?”

“Just something strong,” he nodded absently. I shook my head and found a bottle of whiskey that Alistair left in my apartment from my welcome basket. I grabbed two tumblers and poured us each a glass. Balancing the bottle and the two glasses, I sat down on the sofa, next to my friend. He swiped one tumbler and downed the drink, pouring himself another. “Thanks, Edward.”

“Why are you so anxious, Emmett?” I asked. “Is everything okay? What did you fuck up?”

“You know Rose?” he replied, slugging down the whiskey and pouring himself another glass. “Rose. My partner Rose. The Rose that hates my guts because she thinks I’m a sexist pig? That Rose? Bella’s best friend who got eliminated? Her? Rosalie Hale?” He was totally rambling and I was concerned.

“Yeah,” I drawled out.

“We fucked,” he blurted, slamming his drink and grabbing the bottle. He chugged a few gulps, grimacing. “Damn, that burns.”

“Slow down, Emmett,” I said, taking the bottle away. “Drinking is not helping. You and Rose had sex?”

“No, we fucked. It was all anger, emotion and animalistic fucking,” Emmett replied. “Rose lit into me because I dropped her during our American in Paris routine. She had every right to be pissed. We’d kicked ass on that lift during rehearsals, but something just didn’t mesh when we performed live. After the show, she started yelling at me and I told her to calm down. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed her shit, walking to my car and getting inside.

“I drove us to my apartment and she continued to scream at me. I yelled back and the next thing I knew, we were pawing at each other like animals and clothes were flying all over the place. I fucked her on the couch, shocked at how tight she was. Oh my God … it was heaven being inside of her. Then, we went to my bedroom and fooled around, fucking some more and we crashed,” Emmett sighed, scrubbing his hands through his short hair.

“And why are you freaking about this?” I asked. “I thought you liked her.”

“Number one, I didn’t use a rubber What happens if she gets pregnant?” Emmett said, wrinkling his nose. “Number two, it was the best god damned sex I’d had. Ever. Rosalie Hale is my fucking dream girl, Edward and she hates my fucking guts. Gimme the bottle, damn it.”

He reached for it and I hopped off the couch, sitting on the leather chair. “No, Emmett,” I said, putting it behind me. 

"Cheap Thrills" by Sia
Hip Hop National Dance Routine

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Prior to the phone call from my mother, I was hyped about my performances in tonight’s show. I felt strong, confident and proud of how things went. On top of that I was excited about going out to dinner with Edward and his parents.

Okay, I was a little freaked out about meeting his parents so soon, but from what Edward described, they were down-to-earth people who loved their son.

I was just excited to spend more time with him. Edward was an amazing, sexy, loving man that made my body quiver with need. He made my girly bits tingle and I wanted him. I wanted him so badly. But, it wasn’t the right time. I had the competition to contend with along with the obligations after the competition. For now, we’d be coasting along the PG-13 highway of making out and over-the-clothes groping.

Maybe more?

“Bells, don’t let your mom get to you,” Rose said as she handed me my purse. “The She-Beast will be here, but you don’t have to talk to her, really. For now, go out with your boyfriend and his parents and enjoy the time away from our crazy.”

“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll pull a Scarlett O’Hara and worry about it tomorrow.”

“Just don’t be eating any raw turnips. They’re gross,” Rose snorted. Maggie nodded, her nose wrinkled.

“And you both know this how?” I laughed.

“I knew it because I used that monologue for an audition and I wanted to be authentic,” Rose answered.

“It was a dare for me,” Maggie shrugged. “See you tonight, Bells. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Going out with his parents,” I giggled, sneaking out of the dressing room and heading to the house where Edward and his parents were waiting. I ran into a few cast mates and Carmen, all congratulating me for an amazing job. I thanked them, blushing at my performance with Tyler. The rumba was definitely something I was not comfortable with, especially since I was trying to flirt with a man who was not my boyfriend. Tyler was an attractive guy, but he wasn’t Edward. Plus, I still didn’t trust him. I probably never would.

Out in the theater, I spotted Edward with an older couple, chatting with Alistair. The woman was about my height with rich caramel colored hair and a heart-shaped face. The way she carried herself made it obvious that she was a former dancer. She was graceful, even while standing still. Her posture was straight and her body was slender, but rounded from being a mother and from her age. She was beautiful. The man was tall, a little taller than Edward, with blonde hair that was graying at the temples. He had Edward’s jaw line and nose, not to mention his lithe body shape. Edward was a perfect combination of both of his parents.

“Bella,” Edward breathed, moving away and reaching me. He hugged me tightly before guiding me to his parents and Alistair.

“You were undeniably sexy tonight, Bella,” Alistair said, kissing my cheek. “And I mean that in the nicest way possible. I don’t want to come off as being a perv.”

“Thanks, Alistair. I think,” I snickered. “And you’re not a perv. The routine tonight was hot. Alex really gave us some sultry moves to perform. I only hope the audience liked it.”

“We loved it,” Edward’s mom gushed. “I’m Esme. I’ve heard so much about you.” She wrapped me into a warm hug, kissing my cheek. “If only I was half as seductive as you were on stage when I performed … wow!”

“You are, my love,” said Edward’s dad. “And then some.” He turned to me, kissing my cheek. “I’m Carlisle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear. Edward just can’t stop talking about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” I blushed.

“Nothing but the best,” Edward beamed, his arm sliding around my waist. 

The Dance ~ Contemporary Opening Number

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I was an anxious nervous mess. It had been a couple of days since I’d last heard from Bella. I knew that she needed time, but my impatience was making me sick. I really wanted to talk to her before rehearsals began for this week’s show, especially since I wanted Bella to be one of the featured dancers for the piece I had choreographed.

“Edward, you need to stop pacing,” Peter quipped, his feet on my cocktail table. He was in town for the premier and to watch the show. He was mooching from my fridge. “The girl will call you. Maybe she’s dealing with some shit.”

“This whole competition, she’s been dealing with some shit,” I growled, sitting down on the couch. “What if she decided that we’re not worth it? What if Alice convinced her that …” My phone interrupted my irrational rant. I nearly fell over my own feet to answer it. “Hello?”

“Jesus, Cullen,” laughed Rose. “You sound a little desperate, bub.”

“Shut it,” I growled. “What’s the deal, Rose? Why hasn’t she called me?”

“I love my roommate, my sister from another mister, but that girl has a stubborn streak a mile long,” Rose said. “However, Jacob, Maggie and I have told her that she needs to pull her head out of her ass. Alice is still acting all smug, making everyone believe that you really had hooked up with her. Bella needs proof.”

“I’ll give her proof. I’ve already spoken to Carmen and Alistair, getting the raw footage of our rehearsal,” I explained. “I’ll show her that Alice was the instigator in this whole charade.”

“Good,” Rose said. “I’m going to give her what for once I get off the phone. Can you be here at the house in like an hour?”

“I’m on my way,” I smiled. Rose, while the master kiss-blocker, had turned out to be a valuable ally. I wasn’t going to give up on Bella. Alice’s manipulations had driven us apart, but I was determined to not walk away from something that was potentially life-altering. I hung up the phone and gave Peter an anxious smile. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it. You can just give her a crooked grin and swivel your hips, she’ll be falling at your feet,” Peter snickered.

“I’ll have to do more work than that, Peter,” I deadpanned. “Bella’s trust in people is shattered. You saw what happened when Tyler gave her grief about being injured. He’s still trying to crawl out of the hole he dug for himself.”

“Edward, you and I both know that Bella is not going to walk away from you,” Peter said. “Now, go win back your girl and tell her all of the dirty deets about Malice.”

“Malice,” I snorted. “I like it.” I picked up my laptop and the rough cut footage of what happened with me and Alice. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it, but good luck,” Peter said, flipping on the television. 

Alice and Ben ~ Salsa

La Comay by Sonora Carruseles

Rose and Demetri ~ Disco

Last Dance (Samantha Ronson Remix) by Donna Summer

Angela and Felix ~ Lyrical Hip Hop

I Got You by Leona Lewis

Jessica and Alec ~ Contemporary

If It Kills Me (Casa Nova Sessions) by Jason Mraz

Bella and Tyler ~ Rumba

Meant by Elizaveta

Tia and Jasper ~ Broadway

All That Jazz from the musical, Chicago

Tia and Jacob ~ Jazz

Sweet Dreams by the Eurhythmics

Performance Show Opening Number ~ Party Salsa/Hip Hop (Edward Cullen, choreographer)

I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) by Pitbull

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I was an anxious nervous mess. It had been a couple of days since I’d last heard from Bella. I knew that she needed time, but my impatience was making me sick. I really wanted to talk to her before rehearsals began for this week’s show, especially since I wanted Bella to be one of the featured dancers for the piece I had choreographed.

“Edward, you need to stop pacing,” Peter quipped, his feet on my cocktail table. He was in town for the premier and to watch the show. He was mooching from my fridge. “The girl will call you. Maybe she’s dealing with some shit.”

“This whole competition, she’s been dealing with some shit,” I growled, sitting down on the couch. “What if she decided that we’re not worth it? What if Alice convinced her that …” My phone interrupted my irrational rant. I nearly fell over my own feet to answer it. “Hello?”

“Jesus, Cullen,” laughed Rose. “You sound a little desperate, bub.”

“Shut it,” I growled. “What’s the deal, Rose? Why hasn’t she called me?”

“I love my roommate, my sister from another mister, but that girl has a stubborn streak a mile long,” Rose said. “However, Jacob, Maggie and I have told her that she needs to pull her head out of her ass. Alice is still acting all smug, making everyone believe that you really had hooked up with her. Bella needs proof.”

“I’ll give her proof. I’ve already spoken to Carmen and Alistair, getting the raw footage of our rehearsal,” I explained. “I’ll show her that Alice was the instigator in this whole charade.”

“Good,” Rose said. “I’m going to give her what for once I get off the phone. Can you be here at the house in like an hour?”

“I’m on my way,” I smiled. Rose, while the master kiss-blocker, had turned out to be a valuable ally. I wasn’t going to give up on Bella. Alice’s manipulations had driven us apart, but I was determined to not walk away from something that was potentially life-altering. I hung up the phone and gave Peter an anxious smile. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it. You can just give her a crooked grin and swivel your hips, she’ll be falling at your feet,” Peter snickered.

“I’ll have to do more work than that, Peter,” I deadpanned. “Bella’s trust in people is shattered. You saw what happened when Tyler gave her grief about being injured. He’s still trying to crawl out of the hole he dug for himself.”

“Edward, you and I both know that Bella is not going to walk away from you,” Peter said. “Now, go win back your girl and tell her all of the dirty deets about Malice.”

“Malice,” I snorted. “I like it.” I picked up my laptop and the rough cut footage of what happened with me and Alice. “Wish me luck.”

“You won’t need it, but good luck,” Peter said, flipping on the television. 

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“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

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“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

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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