So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“Is it me or is Alice acting more secretive?” Rose asked as we sat down during our final rehearsal with Sonya. “She’s being all weird.”

“Define weird,” I said, stretching out my knee. It had been tight the past few days. The therapists worked with me to keep it loose, but it was still bothering me. Plus, the rare three days of rain in Los Angeles was the main culprit along with the insane rehearsal schedule.

“Weird, like on the phone all of the time and acting nice to most of us … well, except you,” Rose replied, arching a perfectly sculpted brow toward me.

“That’s normal, Rose,” I snorted. “I’m used to her snide comments, ire-filled glares and sneaky behavior. I constantly have my eye on her since she’s such a bitch. I don’t want her to try something that would cause me permanent damage. You know?”

“Have you heard from your incubator?” Rose questioned, taking a healthy swig of her water.

“Oh, yes. She’s bitching about everything, but I’m not really talking to her. I just delete her voicemails and erase her text messages. However, I’ve seen a few of them before they were erased from my phone. Why did she come if all she was going to do was complain?” I sighed, confused as hell. Shaking my head and tossing my sweaty hair up into a messy, sloppy bun, I leaned back. “Whatever. We have the dress rehearsal tomorrow and the show the day following. She’s leaving after that. She’s not staying for the results. At least, I don’t think she’s staying for the results. She never said that she was. I only got a ticket for the performance, not the results show.”

“Renee’s up to something, Bells,” Rose said cryptically.

“Probably, but I’m not worrying about it,” I countered.

“Okay, ladies, let’s run this one more time,” Sonya said, clapping her hands. “I think we’re good until your dress rehearsal tomorrow.”

We got into our open positions, waiting for the music to start. The Asian sitar began for ‘Pop, Drop and Roll,’ and our dance began in earnest. This piece was about geishas, dancing and interacting with each other. It was a fun piece, but hard on the knees since we did a lot of deep pliés. Thankfully, I did not have to interact with Alice. She was working with Tia and Maggie while I danced with Rose and Jessica. Our final run-through was successful and we were free until the dress rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. 

Girl's Dance ~ Contemporary/Jazz

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

I was so comfortable and content. I sighed, snuggling closer to my pillow. But, my pillow squeezed me. What. The. Fuck. My eyes flew open and I saw that I was in an unfamiliar room, snuggled on top of a man. Blinking up, I saw that I was on top of Edward. He was still asleep, holding me protectively to his chest.

Despite his hold on me, and the comfort I felt with him, I needed to go to the bathroom. I had to pee and I felt so gross since I hadn’t showered after that marathon rehearsal with Travis. I wriggled out of Edward’s arms and tried to sneak into the bathroom. However, once I put my feet on the ground, I let out a yelp when I put my weight on my left leg, collapsing back on the bed. Edward shot up, his eyes bleary and looking completely befuddled. He scrubbed his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

“I tried to walk,” I frowned. “I couldn’t.”

“It’s probably because you didn’t stretch out last night and the pain from the injury,” Edward said, yawning. He walked over to me. He pressed his hand to my knee, massaging it gently. “It’s still pretty swollen.”

“I’m going home,” I whispered. “My time on the show is over.”

“You’re not, angel,” he said. “You’re stiff, sore and a bit clumsy because you just woke up.”

“Says the man who can move normally,” I chided. He gave me a smirk. I shifted on the bed, still uncomfortable with my need to pee and how gross I felt.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

“I have to go to the bathroom and I can’t stand my own stench, Edward,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Travis is a slave driver.”

He swept me in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. I squeaked when he put me on the counter. He darted back into the bedroom, coming back with a bag. “Rose packed your stuff,” he explained.

“You are not going to help me shower,” I deadpanned, blushing furiously.

“As tempting as that may be, no,” he chuckled. “And I think a bath would be better suited for your soreness. The tub has jets.” He turned on the water and put some bath salts and bubbles into the tub. “While you soak, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“Nothing too heavy,” I argued. “I’ve got a girlish figure to maintain.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh, and can you help me down off the counter?”

“Anything for you, angel,” he said, lifting me off the counter. He kept his large hands on my hips as I steadied myself. He looked at me, his eyes swirling with so much emotion. Blinking a few times, he stepped back. “Take all of the time you need, pretty girl. Holler if you need help. I wouldn’t mind the free show.”

“Hey,” I giggled, smacking his arm. He laughed, ducking out of the bathroom.