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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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“This is my first time choreographing for the show. Some of you have worked with me during the auditions if you were asked to do the choreography round. This dance is different than that. The premise of the dance is this: it’s in the middle of hot spell. No one has functioning air conditioning and you’re all out in various locations on the stage, fanning yourselves and trying, desperately, to cool off. Then, you just can’t help yourself and you hear this music that has you wanting to move. The choreography is sexy, sultry and hot. There will be a lot of partner work and intricate lifts,” Edward explained. “Any questions?”

Alice raised her hand. “Are you going to feature the Latin dancers?” she asked, grinning smugly.

“I’m going to feature who I think is the best for the characters I’ve created in my head,” he answered. “A few are Latin dancers, others are not.” He stood up and pointed to the rehearsal space. There were various props littered around the room. “Find your opening position. Your names are on the spots I want you at.”

We got up and found our first location. I was sitting at a table, center stage, with Ben. What would begin the choreography was an argument between me and Ben, forcing me to walk away to turn on the radio. To get back at Ben, I would dance with Alec and everyone would join in. Two hours later, we have learned the whole routine and Edward wasn’t lying that it was a sexy routine. There was a lot of hip rolling, grinding and sexual tension. Almost everyone had a featured moment. Some were longer than others, but I noticed that Alice got the shortest featured section. She was pissed and vibrating with anger. Angela, Rose’s roommate in the house, and a beautiful ballet dancer, had the longest feature with Jacob.

We ran the dance three times before Edward dismissed us and beamed at the progress we’d made. He gave us a few notes before we left. As soon as we were done, I removed my shoes and put on my flip flops. Heels were the bane of my existence. Edward didn’t talk to me, but he did give me a wink as I left the studio. However, I ran right into Alice. “It was you,” she sneered. “You convinced him to not give me a solo!”

“What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to walk past her.

“This is retaliation for what happened last week, isn’t it?” she asked, her eyes narrowed and her face pinched sourly.

“Alice, get over yourself,” I huffed, pushing past her and walking down to the van.

Opening Group Number - Performance Show

Edward Choreography
"I Know You Want Me" - 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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“That boy should have been eliminated,” said a spitting image of Rose. “He made our Bella cry. I should find him and give him what for!”

“Lillian, behave,” the brute of a man said, forcing her to sit. “I agree, but it wouldn’t be fair. Compared to the boy who was eliminated, the judges made the right decision.”

“Whatever,” Lillian grumbled. “Bella has been through enough shit. She doesn’t need an asshole of a partner to make it any worse. Did you know that her mother has taken to calling me? I ignore the calls. Renee Swan is a bitch and I’m surprised that she gave birth to that sweet, wonderful girl.”

“I’m assuming she’s more like her father,” the man snickered. They got up and walked out of the auditorium. The taping had just concluded. Jane and Mike were in the house, talking with their parents and making plans to either go to a hotel or fly home. I got up, walking through the house and backstage. I ran into Tyler, who paled when he saw me.

“Ed … I mean, Mr. Cul … I mean, shit,” he blanched.

“Yep,” I snarled at him, gripping his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall. “Where in the fuck do you get off giving Bella shit for being injured and making the assumption that I’m fucking her? You are such a douchebag.”

“I am. I’m a horrible person,” he whispered. “I keep trying to apologize, but she’s ignoring me.”

“As well she should,” I snapped, stepping away. “You have a great deal of ass-kissing to do to get back on her good side. For now? Leave her alone.” He nodded, darting back into his dressing room. As he left, Bella walked out. She was dressed in a short skirt and a tight top. Her hair was braided down her shoulder. “Wow, Bella, you look …”

“Thanks,” she said, giving me a wide smile. There was something about her that was more confident, self-assured. “I’ve been looking forward to our trip along the Pacific Coast Highway all day. Though, being in the bottom put a damper on it, but Rose pushed me to go. I think it’s exactly what I need.”

“Good. A night away from all of this is just what the doctor ordered,” I said, taking her hand. She weaved her fingers with mine and we walked out to my car. The weather was warm, perfect for a night out with the top down and walking along the beach. I helped her into the car, jogging to the driver’s side. Lowering the top, I backed out of the parking lot. The rest of the cast were clambering into the waiting vans. Rose whistled, waving maniacally. Bella laughed, shooting her the bird and we were off. 

Edward's Car

Rosalie and Demitri

Bill's Bounce by The Big Elliot Swing Orchestra

Angela and Felix
Unstoppable by E.S. Posthumus

Bella and Tyler

Time by Billy Porter

Maggie and Jacob

A Thousand Years, Part Two by Christina Perri featuring Steve Kazee

Top Fourteen, Opening Number, 

Kata Kata by Raavan

Top Fourteen, Results Show Opening Number

Last Moment by Christophe Fillippi

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“That boy should have been eliminated,” said a spitting image of Rose. “He made our Bella cry. I should find him and give him what for!”

“Lillian, behave,” the brute of a man said, forcing her to sit. “I agree, but it wouldn’t be fair. Compared to the boy who was eliminated, the judges made the right decision.”

“Whatever,” Lillian grumbled. “Bella has been through enough shit. She doesn’t need an asshole of a partner to make it any worse. Did you know that her mother has taken to calling me? I ignore the calls. Renee Swan is a bitch and I’m surprised that she gave birth to that sweet, wonderful girl.”

“I’m assuming she’s more like her father,” the man snickered. They got up and walked out of the auditorium. The taping had just concluded. Jane and Mike were in the house, talking with their parents and making plans to either go to a hotel or fly home. I got up, walking through the house and backstage. I ran into Tyler, who paled when he saw me.

“Ed … I mean, Mr. Cul … I mean, shit,” he blanched.

“Yep,” I snarled at him, gripping his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall. “Where in the fuck do you get off giving Bella shit for being injured and making the assumption that I’m fucking her? You are such a douchebag.”

“I am. I’m a horrible person,” he whispered. “I keep trying to apologize, but she’s ignoring me.”

“As well she should,” I snapped, stepping away. “You have a great deal of ass-kissing to do to get back on her good side. For now? Leave her alone.” He nodded, darting back into his dressing room. As he left, Bella walked out. She was dressed in a short skirt and a tight top. Her hair was braided down her shoulder. “Wow, Bella, you look …”

“Thanks,” she said, giving me a wide smile. There was something about her that was more confident, self-assured. “I’ve been looking forward to our trip along the Pacific Coast Highway all day. Though, being in the bottom put a damper on it, but Rose pushed me to go. I think it’s exactly what I need.”

“Good. A night away from all of this is just what the doctor ordered,” I said, taking her hand. She weaved her fingers with mine and we walked out to my car. The weather was warm, perfect for a night out with the top down and walking along the beach. I helped her into the car, jogging to the driver’s side. Lowering the top, I backed out of the parking lot. The rest of the cast were clambering into the waiting vans. Rose whistled, waving maniacally. Bella laughed, shooting her the bird and we were off.

It was too loud with the wind for us to talk. I just turned on some tunes as we drove through Los Angeles, getting to the highway near Santa Monica. I decided to drive us to the Pacific Palisades. There were some gorgeous beaches along the drive that I figured Bella would enjoy, plus some restaurants for a late dinner. About ten minutes later, I pulled off the highway and parked the car. “Shall we?”

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BPOV

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.

Alice and Nahuel "Turn the Beat Around" by Gloria Estefan

Rose and Demitri, "Eyes on Fire" by Blue Foundation

Jessica and Alec, "Shake a Tail Feather" by Ray Charles

Bella and Tyler, "The Garden" by Mirah

Jane and Mike, "Jai Ho" from the movie, Slumdog Millionaire

Maggie and Jacob, "I Want to be Loved by You," by Sinead O'Connor

Show Opening Number, "Love Runs Out" by OneRepublic

Results Show Opening Number, "Let the Groove Get In" by Justin Timberlake

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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.