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“What’s with the scowl, Edward?” Emmett asked, sipping his beer. “Did someone piss in your Cheerios? Your girl did great! She was a favorite and …”

“She did phenomenally, Emmett, but we had a moment interrupted by her best friend,” I grumbled. “I was going to kiss her when Rose burst in, talking about spending some time in the pool.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t kiss her,” Emmett said, arching a brow.

“You assume correctly,” I sighed. “I was this close, Em. This CLOSE.” I held up my fingers millimeters apart.

“It doesn’t surprise me that Rose ruined the moment,” he spat. “She is a total diva and a nosy busy body. I don’t like her.”

“Rose? She’s not too bad and totally not a busy body. She’s got shitty timing, but she’s not a diva. She’s hard as nails and Bella’s best friend. They have been through a lot together. The diva, however, that would be Alice Brandon,” I deadpanned.

“True,” Emmett replied. “She’s been nothing but a pain in the ass to her cast mates. Bella, in particular, is dealing with the brunt of her divaness.”

“She told me,” I frowned. “Alice is so fucking manipulative. I’m afraid that she’s going to do something to Bella. Sabotage her or ruin her chances to win.”

“Have you expressed your concerns to Alistair?”

“I told him about Alice during callbacks, but he said that regardless of her character, she was a hell of a dancer,” I sighed. “I’m not going to deny her talent, but I just hope that Bella doesn’t get burned by her.”

“From what I’ve heard, Bella ain’t taking shit from Alice,” Emmett snickered. “But, I’d keep a close watch on her, just to be safe.”

I nodded. “Who do you think is going to be eliminated tomorrow, Em?”

“I don’t know. There were a few performances that were subpar. Chelsea and Ben’s jive was awkward. They had no chemistry and neither one of them looked comfortable with the choreography,” Emmett said, sitting back on the couch. “But, I think the worst couple was Kate and Garrett.”

“Their Broadway number was a hot mess. I can’t believe that Garrett dropped her,” I shuddered. 

“They are beautiful dancers and it was shocking to see them look so disjointed.”

“It was a difficult lift. I’m surprised that Spencer put such a challenging lift into the choreography,” Emmett said. “During the first week?”

“I guess they’re weeding out the weak links,” I suggested.

“One thing for certain, Bella is not a weak link,” Emmett smirked. “Everyone loved her. I listened to the crowd as they left and almost all of them are voting for Bella and Tyler. She has this innocence about her that appeals to almost everyone in the audience and out there in their living rooms. On top of that, she’s sweet and genuine.” 

Opening for the Results Show

"Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson, District 78 Remix

Opening for the Top Eighteen

"Love Runs Out" by OneRepublic

Blog Only Teaser: SYTYCD

Opening Number for the results show

"Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson, Dist. 78 Remix

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“We should have gone to bed earlier,” Rose hissed, walking up the stairs. “Tomorrow is going to suck. We have rehearsal for that hip hop group number at nine.”

“It’s only midnight,” Kate said. Kate was a contemporary dancer. She was partnered up with a fellow contemporary dancer, Garrett. They had had a rough night. Garrett had dropped her in one of the lifts for their dance. Kate had a huge bruise on her hip and we spent most of the night in the hot tub, soothing our sore muscles. “Besides, if I had to guess, most people saw my epic fail and I’m sure as hell not going to make it. I may as well take advantage of this posh pad for as long as I can.”

“Don’t say that,” I frowned. “You never know. You may get a ton of votes or you’re in the bottom and the judges save you.”

“Meh,” Kate shrugged. “I’m happy to make it this far. I even got a battle scar.” She reached her room, opening the door. “I’m okay with that. But, tomorrow is a new day and we’ll see what happens. See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Kate,” Rose said. The door quietly shut and Rose turned to me. “Do you need me to act as your bodyguard from Bitch Queen?”

“Nah. She said she was going to get her beauty sleep. I’m going to quickly hose off the chlorine and then go to bed,” I said, hugging my best friend. “Love you, Ro.”

“Love you more, Bells,” she said, ducking into her own room.

Blowing out a breath, I slid into my bedroom. Alice was snoring, loudly. I grabbed my pajamas, using the light from my cell phone to maneuver around the room. Keeping the light on, I slipped into the bathroom and took a cursory shower before going back into my bedroom. I barely made any noise. Alice, thankfully, was still asleep and I crawled into my bed, drifting off into a deep sleep.

However, my sleep was interrupted at just after four in the morning. Alice was banging around the room, singing loudly to her iPod. After fifteen minutes, I sat up, glaring at her. “Do you mind?!” I barked.

She turned to me, pulling out her earbuds, smiling at me evilly. “You didn’t last night,” she snapped.

“I was quiet. I didn’t make any sound,” I growled. “I kept the lights off, UNLIKE YOU. I used my cell phone flash light and I didn’t …” I threw up my arms, grabbing my pillows and a blanket off the bed. “You are such a bitch, Alice. A backstabbing, petty bitch. You only worry about yourself and I can’t stand it.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” Alice smirked. “And no matter where you go, I’ll follow you. You disturbed my beauty sleep and I’m repaying the favor.”

I fell back onto the bed, covering my face with the pillows. She continued banging in the room and I tried, unsuccessfully, to get more sleep. Around eight, Alice finally went into the bathroom to take a shower. I managed to get some few moments of rest before the alarm went off. Begrudgingly, I got up and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. I used Angela and Rose’s bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Going downstairs, I made myself a strong cup of coffee. Jasper was downstairs making his breakfast. He ate cheesy eggs and bacon every morning. “You look like hell, Little Bell,” he said. “Eggs?”

“No thanks,” I said, gripping my coffee mug like it was a lifeline. “I’ll stick with my usual breakfast of yogurt and granola. And thanks for the compliment, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Would you rather I sugarcoat? You’re a vision of loveliness with your black circles under your eyes and rat’s nest atop your head,” he snickered. I gave him the finger. He rolled his eyes, turning back to his breakfast. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not a lot,” I sighed. “Your girlfriend decided to get up at four in the morning and was singing at the top of her lungs.”

“So that’s why the dogs were howling at o’dark thirty,” Jasper laughed. “And she’s not my girlfriend. She’s cute, but crazy. Completely certifiable.”

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“Bella, did you tell the post office to forward your mail to the ‘Top Twenty Mansion’?” Rose asked as she struggled to close her suitcase. “And the power? Telephone? Oooh, what about the newspaper.”

“Yes, Rose … and we don’t get the paper, you goof,” I said from my room, zipping my bags and dropping them off into the foyer of our shared apartment. I walked to her bedroom, laughing at what I saw. She was trying to zip up her luggage while sitting on top of it.  “Did you do the same?”

“I’m not that blonde, Bells,” she snickered. “I need your help.” I walked into her bedroom. She was sitting on her bag, bouncing on it and trying to zipper it closed. She was not doing too well.  “Put your skinny ass on here. Maybe your ninety pounds will help my bag close.”

“I weigh more than ninety pounds, you bitch,” I snorted, sitting next to her. My weight did help close the bag. She kissed my temple, slobbering all over my face. “Gross, Rose.”

“Sorry,” she said, removing her teeth whitening tray and walking across the hall to her bathroom. She was rinsing it out as she talked. “I want to make sure my pearly whites are white and not yellow. How do they look?” She came back in, giving me a freaky, wide smile.

“Fine,” I answered. “Are you almost ready to go? The limo is going to be here in twenty minutes.”

“That was the last bag,” Rose replied, wrinkling her nose. “Do you think I should pack another bag? I don’t know if I have enough clothes.”

“Rose, you brought your entire freaking closet. I think you have enough clothes,” I deadpanned. “And I think they have laundry facility in the ‘Top Twenty Mansion’.” Rose gave me the finger, checking her bedroom once more. I made sure I had everything in my carryon before I settled onto the couch. My cell phone vibrated on the arm of the couch. It was a text from Edward. I picked up the phone, dialing his number. I wanted to hear his velvety voice.

It was so fucking sexy. 

Top Twenty Mansion

Edward's Apartment

 

Alice and Nahuel's performance
"Mad" by Neyo

Rose and Demitri performance

"Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen

Bella and Tyler's performance

"Hip, Hip, Chin, Chin" by Club des Belugas

Tia and Jasper's performance

"Voices of the Savannah" by DJ Chius

Opening Group Number

"Brand New Day" from the musical, The Wiz

So You Think You Can Dance Teaser

“Well, rehearsals for the group number will begin tomorrow morning. Today, you need to get settled into your rooms. We have a few more people arriving, but almost everyone is here,” Alistair said. He handed us envelopes. “Inside are your room assignments along with the itinerary for the first week, first show. Tomorrow morning will be the group rehearsal with Tyce and then tomorrow afternoon, you’ll meet your partners. The day following, you’ll spend the morning at a photo shoot for the website and being fitted for costumes. In the afternoon, you’ll have another group rehearsal and time to practice with your partners.”

“This is going to be a random, probably stupid question, but what about food?” Jacob asked, arching a brow.

“Oh, there’s food in the fridge now, but you will be responsible for buying and preparing your own meals. Saturdays are usually shopping days for the cast,” Alistair chuckled. “And it’s not a stupid question. Now, there are tax forms in there that you need to fill out so we can pay you. You are working for us. Welcome to the show.”

We took our envelopes. It had our names and room assignments on them. As Edward said, I was not with Rose. She was in the teal bedroom while I was assigned to the bohemian bedroom. Lugging our bags up to our rooms, I was happy that Rose was across the hall from me. She was rooming with Angela. My roommate hadn’t arrived yet.

The room was different than the entire house. The house was sleek, contemporary and colorful. Nigel, the director, explained that the mansion belonged to Alistair. He had purchased it after his singing competition took off, making him a gazillionaire. He never stayed there, using it for the competitors for So You Think You Can Dance and the singing competition. It was redesigned for each show. Alistair lived in a smaller home in Brentwood or in a manor in London.

My bedroom had an exposed brick wall with two full-sized, four poster beds. The bedding was simple and white with a colorful red scarf behind the bed. The huge window was covered with various colored sheers and the room was filled with eclectic and unique trinkets. Next to each bed were desks that were quite distressed, with oiled bronzed lighting fixtures hanging over them. It was perfect, really. I smiled and went to unpack my belongings in one of the dressers, hanging up my dressier clothes in the closet. Once I finished unpacking, I went to the shared bathroom. It was a Jack-and-Jill bathroom. It was purple with dark, eggplant walls. There were four small cabinets along the wall nearest the shower and bathtub. Jane walked in, along with Jessica, from the other bedroom.

“Bella!” Jane smiled, hugging me. “When did you get here?”

“I just arrived,” I replied, hugging her in return. “We’re sharing a bathroom?”

“Yep. We’re just waiting for our last roommate,” Jessica nodded, giving me a hug. “We don’t know who it is.”

“I hope it’s not Alice,” Jane sneered. “I ran into her in Chicago before flying out here and she was bad mouthing all of us. Especially, you, Bella. She says that you’re a judge’s favorite. The words she used to describe you were not all that pleasant.”

“Well, she can build a bridge and get over it,” I snorted. “Can’t the judges see that she’s an epic bitch?”

“I assume so,” Jessica shrugged, hopping up on the counter. “But, we’re here to dance and not make friends. Outwardly, she’s sweet and that’s probably what the audience will see.”

“It is what it is,” Jane sighed, leaning against the door jamb.

Top Twenty Mansion

Jane and Jessica's Room

Rose and Angela's Room

Bella's Room

Jacob and Ben's Room

Nahuel and Mike's Room

Jasper and Felix's Room

Demitri and Tyler's Room

Garrett and Alec's Room

Shared bathroom between Bella, Jane, Jessica and the mystery roommate

Family Room

Basement hangout

Kitchen

Common Area in the second floor

Dining Room

Inspiration for the back patio/pool deck

Just an FYI - updates will be suspended, temporarily, for the next two weeks. I'm the director of the musical and we're beginning hell week (tech rehearsals and very, very late nights). Updates will be resume on March 21st. Thank you for understanding! Hugs to all of you!