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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. 

Inspiration for Bella an Edward's Wedding

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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,” they 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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“Thank you, Dr. Fredericks,” I said, getting up from the all-too-comfortable beige sofa in the warm, inviting psychiatrist’s office. It had become my best friend during the past two months. After the disastrous outing on Halloween and my complete blow up with Esme, I finally went to go see a psychiatrist. Dr. Fredericks worked collaboratively with Dr. Eleazar and we discussed my injury, how I was healing, coping mechanisms for my anger and coming up with a game plan if I am unable to dance, in any way.

It would appear that I would be using my teaching degree. It was a great place holder, but not my dream. Dancing was my dream. It was always my dream.

Was I better? Yes, and coming to grips with my new reality.

Was I bitter? Definitely.

Especially when it came to seeing people that I loved dance. Edward told me he was going to step back from dancing and choreographing, but after speaking with Dr. Fredericks, he felt that it would hinder my healing. So, I was bitter and pissed at my boyfriend. Even though he was my biggest cheerleader.

He even put on a damned cheerleader uniform, doing some crazy routine. I laughed hysterically, but in the back of my mind, I was still upset because he could do it.

Granted, I was getting better physically. My limp was almost nonexistent and I was working on rebuilding lost muscle. Helga was an overbearing task master, but she still was not positive that I was going to dance again. I was going to out-stubborn her and prove her wrong. Though, there were days that I almost believed her.

They were more often than not.

Slipping my purse over my shoulder as I slipped out of the office, I smiled at Carlisle who was waiting for me in the waiting room. He was taking me to physical therapy today. Edward was out shopping for Christmas presents with Peter, Lauren and Jasper. Peter had broken up with his longtime boyfriend, Charlie, and was staying in Lauren’s apartment until he could get back on his feet. She’d started a run, performing with the Chicago company of Hamilton. Jasper, who was now dating Lauren, was working with Esme since Edward refused to do any work on any sort of showcase.

Rose and Emmett were in Seattle, but were planning on moving to Chicago after the lease was up. Rose had packed up all my belongings and had them shipped to Chicago. She sold the furniture with my blessing, but my clothes, computer and other personal items arrived shortly before Thanksgiving. Edward helped me integrate them into his home, making it our home. He even insisted on having me redecorate our bedroom. I was hesitant at first, thinking that it was a waste of money. However, it helped us laugh and have fun as a couple while we painted the walls a warm grey-beige color and decorated with soft blues, creams and greys. It reflected us as a couple and not Edward as a bachelor, which was cold and stark with black furniture and white walls.

He kissed me. “Thank you for making my house into our home,” he whispered as we put the final pillow on our bed. I blushed, still thinking that he was going to kick me to the curb, but I pushed that thinking behind me. With a lot of discussion with Dr. Fredericks, I worked on not focusing on the negative. Edward was not like anyone else in my life. My mother made me feel like I was disposable, but I’m not. That was what I was working on in therapy. I was getting better, but there were moments when I couldn’t kick those feelings. 

Edward and Bella's renovated bedroom

Carlisle and Esme's home in Chicago

Carlisle and Esme's Living Room

Kitchen

Solarium

Center Pieces

Family Room

Dining Room

Edward's Present to Bella

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“Thank you, Dr. Fredericks,” I said, getting up from the all-too-comfortable beige sofa in the warm, inviting psychiatrist’s office. It had become my best friend during the past two months. After the disastrous outing on Halloween and my complete blow up with Esme, I finally went to go see a psychiatrist. Dr. Fredericks worked collaboratively with Dr. Eleazar and we discussed my injury, how I was healing, coping mechanisms for my anger and coming up with a game plan if I am unable to dance, in any way.

It would appear that I would be using my teaching degree. It was a great place holder, but not my dream. Dancing was my dream. It was always my dream.

Was I better? Yes, and coming to grips with my new reality.

Was I bitter? Definitely.

Especially when it came to seeing people that I loved dance. Edward told me he was going to step back from dancing and choreographing, but after speaking with Dr. Fredericks, he felt that it would hinder my healing. So, I was bitter and pissed at my boyfriend. Even though he was my biggest cheerleader.

He even put on a damned cheerleader uniform, doing some crazy routine. I laughed hysterically, but in the back of my mind, I was still upset because he could do it.

Granted, I was getting better physically. My limp was almost nonexistent and I was working on rebuilding lost muscle. Helga was an overbearing task master, but she still was not positive that I was going to dance again. I was going to out-stubborn her and prove her wrong. Though, there were days that I almost believed her.

They were more often than not.

Slipping my purse over my shoulder as I slipped out of the office, I smiled at Carlisle who was waiting for me in the waiting room. He was taking me to physical therapy today. Edward was out shopping for Christmas presents with Peter, Lauren and Jasper. Peter had broken up with his longtime boyfriend, Charlie, and was staying in Lauren’s apartment until he could get back on his feet. She’d started a run, performing with the Chicago company of Hamilton. Jasper, who was now dating Lauren, was working with Esme since Edward refused to do any work on any sort of showcase.

Rose and Emmett were in Seattle, but were planning on moving to Chicago after the lease was up. Rose had packed up all my belongings and had them shipped to Chicago. She sold the furniture with my blessing, but my clothes, computer and other personal items arrived shortly before Thanksgiving. Edward helped me integrate them into his home, making it our home. He even insisted on having me redecorate our bedroom. I was hesitant at first, thinking that it was a waste of money. However, it helped us laugh and have fun as a couple while we painted the walls a warm grey-beige color and decorated with soft blues, creams and greys. It reflected us as a couple and not Edward as a bachelor, which was cold and stark with black furniture and white walls.

He kissed me. “Thank you for making my house into our home,” he whispered as we put the final pillow on our bed. I blushed, still thinking that he was going to kick me to the curb, but I pushed that thinking behind me. With a lot of discussion with Dr. Fredericks, I worked on not focusing on the negative. Edward was not like anyone else in my life. My mother made me feel like I was disposable, but I’m not. That was what I was working on in therapy. I was getting better, but there were moments when I couldn’t kick those feelings. 

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“It’s not allowed, Edward. You shouldn’t be here!”

I groaned, covering my head with my pillow, grating my teeth as Alice’s obnoxious voice filtered into my room. “You’re breaking the rules! I’m calling Alistair.”

“Put a fork in it, Alice,” Edward snapped. “Alistair knows I’m here; so does Carmen. This tattling bullshit is completely elementary and uncalled for. Because of your ‘unintentional’ slip, Bella’s knee was jacked up and her wrist is sprained. Carmen gave me the thumbs to take her home and spend the night.”

“Bella gets preferential treatment because she’s the judge’s darling,” Alice sneered. “It’s unfair!”

“Says the girl who is in the final four,” Edward barked back. “Go back to your room and worship the devil, you wretched little snot. Bella’s still sleeping and shouldn’t be disturbed. We got back from the ER late.” Alice huffed, stomping away and her feet heavily running down the stairs. I heard my door open and Edward slipped in.

“I’m awake,” I said, rolling out from underneath my cocoon of blankets. He pouted, walking to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Alice’s shrill bark could wake the dead. Besides, I had to pee.” I sat up, grimacing at every aching muscle. My wrist was swollen and discolored, but didn’t feel too badly. My knee, though, was in agony. I tested it timidly, whimpering with each movement.

“Do you need a pain killer?” Edward asked.

“Let me see if I can put weight on it,” I sighed, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. Edward stood in front of me, holding his palms out in front of him. I grasped them and let him gently help me to my feet. I balanced on my right foot and gingerly placed the left on the ground. It hissed, but it wasn’t too bad. I took a few tentative steps, becoming more confident as I crossed my bedroom. “I’m okay, but two more ibuprofen wouldn’t be bad. I’m going to shower and see if that loosens me up.”

“I’ll wait until you get into the shower,” Edward said, arching a brow. “In case you fall.”

“You are overprotective,” I quipped, picking up a fresh towel from the linen closet.

“I’m not … just concerned,” he snorted, giving me a wry little grin. “Go shower, angel. I’ll bring up some breakfast along with your meds.” I nodded and slipped into the bathroom. Much to Edward’s dismay, I managed to get into the shower without incident and spent forty-five minutes washing off the grime of rehearsing and the hospital away. I felt much better after I was clean and I dressed casually, knowing that I’d be in a slew of costume changes tonight for the performance finale. 

Alice and Benji, Salsa

"Fuego" by Joe Bataan

Jacob and Jasmine, Jazz

"Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks

Jasper and Lauren, Contemporary

"All of Me" by John Legend

Bella and Edward, Fox Trot

"Fever" by Michael Buble

Alice and Jacob, Smooth Jazz

"A Daisy in December" by Mick McCauley

Jasper and Bella, Bollywood

"Ooh, La La" from Dirty Picture

Alice and Jasper, Broadway

"All for the Best" from the musical, Godspell

Bella and Jacob, Contemporary

"A Woman's Work" by Maxwell

Alice and Bella, Contemporary Jazz

"Game On" by District 78

Jasper and Jacob, Hip Hop

"Hip Hop" by Gyrated

Top Four with All Stars, Broadway

"Act One Introduction" from Smokey Joe's Cafe

Top Four, Hip Hop

"Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake

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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