Thursday, April 28, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter Ten: Time Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter Ten: Time Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter Ten: Time Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter Ten: Time Update on TWCS

“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



Thursday, April 21, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“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?”





Thursday, April 14, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter Nine Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter Nine Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter Nine Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter Nine Update on TWCS

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

Thursday, April 7, 2016

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.