A/N: So, I had this idea… It's not necessarily original, but I promise I'm not trying to steal any ideas. I'm not going to ask you to let me know if you would read it, because I plan to write it regardless. My writing is something I do to relax, rather than to please others. If you do read it, please let me know what you think. I do appreciate feedback, but I won't threaten not to write if you don't review. If you read this story and feel compelled to offer your opinion, please do. Otherwise, just read and (hopefully!) enjoy!

Anyway, this story is about dance, and will involve the characters of Twilight. I'm basing the order of the events on one of the only "reality" shows I watch, So You Think You Can Dance. I won't mention the name of the show, but I hope that by explaining this now, I won't end up with too many people upset over the idea of using it. A lot of the dance routines I mention in the story will be routines I've seen on the show that deeply affected me, and I will mention the choreographer and performers in the author's note at the end of each chapter, so if you want you can look it up on youtube.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or SYTYCD. Dance is just the easiest way for me to convey emotion, and I thought that would be a fun way to tell a love story. I only own my ideas.

Thanks for reading this story! Let me know what you think… I really have no idea how I'm doing.

BPOV

Terrified.

Petrified.

Horrified.

Bella couldn't think of any other words that ended in –ified, but if she could, she suspected they would have described her just as well at the moment.

Dance was not a hobby for her. It was a passion, a way of life. When everything else in her life seemed to be falling apart, she could still dance, and that made all of the problems a bit more bearable. It was the only constant element in her life, and she truly loved to dance.

But, loving something did not mean you had to love everything about it. Bella loved to dance, but dreaded even the thought of performing. She never felt she was good enough, and hated to feel like everyone was judging her. She was constantly told that she was talented, a great dancer, and even, occasionally, inspiring. But none of that mattered. She always felt that she was missing something, that she could be so much better.

So, now, sitting in this auditorium, waiting for her turn to audition, she wanted nothing more than to run out and find somewhere quiet to dance by herself, away from everyone. She knew she wouldn't leave though. She had promised to try, and couldn't bring herself to break that promise. Knowing she still had quite a while to wait, Bella let her mind ponder the last few weeks, which had been harder on her than the past few years.

The events that brought her here had begun with a simple phone call. She was in Seattle, studying to earn her bachelor's degree in Business, with minors in marketing and dance. The call from her dad didn't seem odd at the time, because he was always calling to check on her. What did appear out of the ordinary was that he asked her to come home as soon as possible. She had ditched the rest of her classes, and left for Forks immediately.

When she got home, she was surprised to find her dad's friend, Billy Black, waiting on the porch for her. It was then that she realized something was horribly wrong. Billy made her sit down on the porch swing, and began to explain. There had been a car accident, and her dad was in critical condition. He told her that Charlie probably wasn't going to last through the night, and then drove her to the hospital to see him.

Her dad hadn't seemed too banged up, but the doctors told her that there was quite a bit of internal bleeding. Recovery was considered highly unlikely, and they suggested she spend as much time with him as she could before he passed on. Though he was weak, and she could tell he was fading, he managed to tell her how much he loved her. He told her he would always watch over her. He told her that he wanted her to find happiness. And, most importantly, he asked her to make him a promise. His words were clear as a bell in her mind. "Promise me that you will give this dancing thing a shot. Bells, you are really good at it, and you need to give it a chance. Let people see you, and try to believe it when they tell you what they think. Believe in yourself." She promised, and they sat together in silence for a few more hours, waiting for the inevitable.

When she was about six, Bella lost her mother to cancer. Now, at eighteen, she had lost her dad, and felt truly alone in the world. She had avoided making close friends. Dance was her only companion, and she put all of her focus into her school work, and finding a way to keep her promise.

It seemed like fate when her Economics professor had asked her to stay after class about a week ago. He said he knew she was a talented dancer, and that a popular dance reality show would be holding auditions in Seattle. She wanted with all her heart to say, "Thanks, but no thanks," but she knew that, by auditioning, she could keep her promise, and just get it over with. She doubted she would be chosen as a contestant, anyway, so she decided that she would give it a try. She had nothing to lose.

Which brought her back to the present. Here she was, waiting to go on stage and make a fool of herself. She regretted making that stupid promise, and she just wanted it all to be over. As that thought crossed her mind, she heard her number being called. This was it. No more waiting, no more worrying. Pushing her thoughts out of her head, she walked as calmly as possible onto the stage, ready to dance her heart out for her dad.

So, there was chapter 1. This is only my second fanfic, so any feedback is greatly appreciated! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks for reading!!!