Me: Hi! *smiles an evil smile*
Edward: Um…hi? Why are you smiling like that?
Me: Because I can now get you to do whatever I want you to do! Mwahaha *cue evil laugh*
Edward: Ok…how can you do that?
Me: Because. *Holds up a document* I have this.
Edward: *long pause* So, are you gonna tell me what that is yet or am I just gonna stand here…?
Me: *sigh* THIS happens to be the document saying that I own Twilight. Gosh, what else would it be?
Edward: Whoa. No need to get all PMS on me.
Me: (screams) I DO NOT HAVE PMS! MAYBE IM JUST ANGRY! DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT that EDWARD, HUH? *long silence with Edward staring smugly at me* *yet another sigh* Fine. Sorry. Here, even look at the document. I OWN TWILIGHT! *Jumps up and down excitedly*
Edward: *Looks at the document* Um…I hate to say this Faith, but this document is a plastic toy from McDonalds.
*Faith stops jumping*
Me: WHAT? Noooooooooo! *Collapses to the floor* WHYYYYY??? *Hands shaking in the air*
Edward: *says in a sing-song voice* Drama Queen. *Walks away leaving me in my misery*
Lawlz, yes. Obviously, I do not own Twilight. But, I DO own a toy from McDonald's! (Yeah, actually I don't even have that because I honestly hate McDonald's but you get the point!) Oh, and I got the idea of doing this kind of disclaimer from JasperSAYSrelax128! So, thanks for the idea! Haha
Hey guys, this one is actually going to be more than two chapters this time. Well, if you guys want it to be that is. So, this is something completely different from my other story and I think you guys will like it. Oh, and it is all Human. Read on.
Disclaimer-I don't twilight. Derrrr (same thing as Duh, but cooler! :D)
Chapter 1-Cullen Dance Academy
I am in the studio doing my daily routine—I have the whole room to myself since I can afford the private time—which is doing my dance to different songs, slow and fast.
Today, I decided to do a slow dance. Lyrical is beautiful. I love swaying and putting so much emotion into my movements. The song is Everytime We Touch, the slow version, by Cascada.
I get into my starting position—my head down and my arms making a circle above me.
I still hear you voice when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
I hate to brag but when, I am in the zone, I am IN THE ZONE. If you know what I mean. So, right now I am just doing simple movements with my hands.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.
Without you it's hard to survive.
I start to add a little more jump to my movements swaying from left to right. Just waiting for the chorus to start so that I can let go and start spinning.
Cause everytime we touch I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.
I am spinning around the room in graceful movements. Letting the music take me.
Can't you hear my heart beat fast.
I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
I love the feeling that I get when I'm dancing. I feel like I'm about to jump out of my own skin. Leaping, perowets (AN-I totally know that's not how you spell it but just sound it out…back to the story…), I make sure to point my toes within everyone of these.
Cause everytime we touch I feel the static.
And everytime we kiss I re—all the sudden the music was cut off.
I look around thinking that the plug from my CD player came out or something. But, instead I looked up to find a—dare I say it—Abercrombie model take off with bronze messy hair and green smoldering eyes leaning against the pole next to the chair I put my CD player on.
"Hey." I said in a questioning voice. "Can I help you with something? Was I bothering you or something?" I stammered nervously. He looked at me for a second with an amused look on his face before answering.
"Actually I was just dropping off these audition forms for Cullen Dance Acade—"
"CULLEN dance academy?!" I cut him off excitedly. "Really? I have always wanted to go there. Can I have one of those please?" I was suddenly filled with hope. Maybe my dream would come true. Maybe I can get into Cullen Dance Academy and prove to everybody that I am a wonderful dancer.
The Abercrombie model looked sullen but slightly amused still when he said, "No. Actually I can't give you one of these."
All of the hope that I had mustered up had faded quickly into despair.
"Wait, Listen. You didn't let me finish." He said, seeing my expression. I looked up at him with sadness in my eyes. What can he possibly add to that depressing sentence?
"I can't give you one because after that performance I just saw…you are already in." I beamed up at him and was about to respond when he added, "If you want to that is."
"W-want to?" I said when I could finally say something instead of just gaping openly at him. "I would love to! Oh my gosh!" It was really sinking in now. I'm going to CDA! "I'm going to CDA!" I repeated out loud doing my victory dance around the room. "Thank you so so much! You have no idea what this means to me!" I said giving him a hug. He seemed surprised at first, but then hugged me back.
"Ok," He said, getting to business. "I will see you bright and early Monday morning at 7:00 sharp. If you are not on time, you will be cut. Do you understand me?" He said the last part slowly as if he thought that the shock had made me unable to comprehend human talk.
"Yes, absolutely." I said with all the confidence I didn't know I had.
Monday morning
6:45 am
Oh no. I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be so late. I was running out the door with my keys in one hand, the other putting on my shoe as I hopped out of the house, and my blueberry bagel with cream cheese in my mouth. I had my bag over my shoulder with an extra pair of clothes and each of my dance shoes in it. I put the keys in the ignition once in got in the car and drove off.
I broke about 10 traffic laws to get there, but I got there at exactly 6:59. It was a miracle considering I live about 20 minutes away.
I put my bag down and sat down with all the other students and began to stretch.
Just as I got into the side splits, the door opened and our dance instructor came in.
It would be under exaggerating (AN/ yes that's a word. Look it up if you don't believe me) to say that I was surprised at whom it was.
It was no other then Mr. Abercrombie himself. Mr. bronze hair and green eyes. Or as he liked to call himself, "Mr. Edward Cullen. Our dance instructor for the year."
Ok, so get this. I actually thought of this plotline in the middle of the night (actually at 1:00 am) and I just couldn't get it out of my mind. So, I wrote it down on a piece of paper and started typing the actual thing soon after. I will not post the next chapter (which is already written) unless at least 1 person reviews. 1 person. I don't think that's asking too much. So…yeah! Review! Love it? Hate it? Any suggestions or constructive criticism? Go ahead. Just review!
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