Saturday, August 27, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

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SYTYCD Chapter 18 Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter 18 Update on TWCS

“I definitely feel more confident about our disco routine,” Jasper said, sucking down some water. “Thank you, Edward, for your help. I know that you didn’t need to help.”

“Jasper, it’s not a big deal,” Edward replied. “I know how hard disco is.”

“I thought that disco was just like John Travolta in Staying Alive,” I snorted, stretching out my body. “You know what I mean?” I moved my arm, crossing it over my body with my finger pointed. Edward laughed and Jasper rolled his eyes. “What? You have to admit …”

“She has a point,” Jasper chuckled. “However, I’ll be happy once this is done. I’m just afraid that … I don’t want to be eliminated. I got this far and to be eliminated now?”

“We’re all feeling it,” I replied, putting on my sneakers and tossing my heels into my bag. “I’m grateful for the day off today, but knowing that tomorrow is camera blocking and then we perform the day following? It’s daunting. We’re so close to the end, but the dream could come to a screeching halt.”

“Don’t think of it that way,” Edward said. “Look at a number of previous contestants who were eliminated. They all have started lucrative careers in dance with the help of the show. Myself included. I got the opportunity to choreograph, performed in various locations and I’ve received offers to perform in other venues. Did I have these opportunities prior to being on the show? Not to the extent due to my celebrity. Don’t think as being eliminated as a bad thing. You will still be marketable because of your time on the show.”

“I never thought about that,” Jasper murmured. He shrugged, smiling at both Edward and me. “Thanks, Edward.”

“I do try. Let’s get something to eat before I drive you back the house,” he said. We put on some loose clothes and went to In-N-Out Burger, devouring delicious burgers and large milkshakes. I was quiet, not really paying attention to Edward and Jasper as they prattled on. “Bella? Angel, are you okay?”

“What? Sorry,” I said, blinking back to them.

“You were spacing out, Bells,” Jasper said as he stuffed some fries into his mouth.

“Just thinking about the competition, the rehearsal tomorrow, performances the day after that …” I said. “I didn’t mean to space out.”

“I still think it’s all of the sun from yesterday,” Jasper snickered. I nodded, still exhausted from National Dance Day. “I know I’ll have no problems falling asleep.”

“I’m going to soak in the tub and then crash,” I said.

“Well, let’s get you guys back,” Edward replied, taking out his car keys. We threw out our garbage and Edward drove us back to the house. Jasper waved and sauntered inside. I turned to face Edward. He looked very scruffy with three-day’s worth of stubble and a backwards baseball cap. “You sure I can’t convince you to come back with me? You said you sleep better with me.”

“I know, but when I came back from spending some time in the pool before going to our rehearsal with Jasper, I felt like my shit was rifled through,” I frowned. “I want to make sure that no one is pulling some bullshit. You know?”

“No one, meaning Malice?” Edward snorted.


“Bingo,” I said, smirking. “I love sleeping with you and snuggling next to you, but with a wild card like Alice, I just don’t trust her.” 

Alice and Benji, Contemporary
Fix You by Coldplay


Jacob and Jasmine, Bollywood
Tandau Music by Aatish Kapadia


Jasper and Lauren, Jazz
Emergency by Icono Pop


Bella and Edward, Hip Hop
After Party by Dorrough Music


Tyler and Emily, Broadway
Moses Supposes from the musical, Singing in the Rain


Tia and Amun, Salsa
Put it in a Love Song by Alicia Keys, featuring Beyonce


Alice and Tyler, Rumba
Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers


Jacob and Tia, Contemporary
Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler


Bella and Jasper, Disco
When Love Takes Over by David Guetta, featuring Kelly Rowland


Opening Group Number, Jazz
Ramalama (Bang Bang) by Roisin Murphy

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Public Service Announcement

I thought I could do it. I really did ...

But, I just can't.

I can't keep up with this updating schedule. I recently got a promotion at work. As a result, I have a lot more responsibility at work and I have to put in significantly more hours. Those hours cut into my writing time. When I get home, I want to decompress. Writing can do that for me, but with the update schedule, it feels like work.

So, I'm deciding to put some stories on hiatus and focus on ONE story at a time. The plan is to focus on Buying Love. That one is close to the end. There will be about one hundred chapters and I'm on chapter ninety-three. I'll post updates probably as soon as I finish them, or at least the following day (giving you a teaser). After Buying Love, my attention will turn to So You Think You Can Dance? I'm hopeful that it will be finished by Halloween. I'm thinking that it will be around twenty-seven chapters. Then, I'll come back to The One That Got Away and La Musica del Cuore. 

I hope you all understand my reasoning, but I'm just overwhelmed.

And that's putting it mildly.

I need more hours in a day. Or a personal assistant. Or both?

Thanks for sticking with me!

Thursday, August 18, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

I rolled my eyes, agreeing to pick him up. I made it back to my apartment with enough time to hose off the sweat. I grabbed a protein bar and some water, making my way to the car. Peter was waiting for me and I drove us to the studio. We went backstage. I had my costume checked, tightening it in a few spots. Peter just hung out since Jessica, his contestant, was eliminated. Though, he was on deck to step in for any male All-Star in case of injury. Benji, the guy partnered with Alice, was dealing with a calf injury, but was muscling through it.

“Edward! We need you!” barked the stage manager. “You and Bella are opening up the show!”

“Shit,” I grumbled, grabbing the hat and letting the costumer affix it my head. Darting out to the stage, Alistair arched a brow with a grin. “Sorry. My run this morning went a little long.”

“It’s not a big deal, Edward,” he chuckled. “You both ready?”

“Yes,” Bella said, her voice wavering. She was still freaking out about the hotel cart.

“Okay, we’re going to run this twice,” Alistair barked and we went off stage.

“You okay, Bella?” I asked.

“My knee is hurting,” she said, gesturing to her braced leg. “I spent some time with the physical therapists, but I woke up with it being swollen and a lot of discomfort. I may have to have a steroid injection, but I don’t want to resort to that.”

“Guys, you’re on in three … two … go!” one of the production assistants whispered. We rolled out and danced our hip hop routine. I could tell that Bella was marking it and there was a tight look in her eyes. We finished our performance and waited for the proverbial audience to finish their applause.

“Bella, are you okay?” Alistair asked, walking onto the stage.

“I’m hurting, but I’ll be fine,” Bella said, favoring her leg.

“Chris, did you get what you needed for these two?” Alistair asked the director.

“Definitely. We may add a steady cam in the middle, but you guys will be fine,” Chris answered.

“Go to the physical therapist, Bella. You’ve got time before you have to perform with Jasper,” Alistair said, rubbing her arms. He gave me a look and I swept her in my arms.

“Edward! I can walk,” she laughed.

“Too bad,” I snickered. Carrying her to the back, Ryan spent a half hour massaging Bella’s leg and then giving her some stim and ice. She wasn’t as stiff as before, but she was still in discomfort. “Tonight … you have a date with my hot tub, Swan.”

“Okay, okay,” she grumbled. “Do you think I’ll need the cortisone shot, Ryan?”


“I’ll call the doctor to have him examine you before your performance,” Ryan said. “Let me know how you feel tomorrow or send me a text if it feels worse.”

Edward and Bella, Hip Hop

Thursday, August 11, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Update

SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on FicPad

SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on AO3

SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on FFn

SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on TWCS

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

Thursday, August 4, 2016

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

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.”