ALL THAT JAZZ
stephenie myer owns the characters.
i just play with them ;]
BELLA:
I can't believe I'm here. There is a positive and negative side to this statement.
The positive is that I'm sitting in the middle of the first row in the Theatre, waiting for the curtain to come up and see my favourite musical (for the fourth time) 'CHICAGO!'
The negative is that Mike Newton is leaning over his armrest trying to explain the plot to me, which he is getting shamefully wrong. But oh well, who am I to wound his ego?
"So then Roxie goes to jail where she meets Mama Morton, who is like the inmates' pimp or something. And then there is Velma Kelly, who kills her husband for cheating with some chick…."
And that's where I tuned him out and concentrated on the glossy program book I bought prior to entering the theatre, which had a list of the cast members, their role in the musical and their biographies with a picture of them next to it. I flipped through the pages, not paying attention to the actors and their life stories, but lingering on stills of the musical instead.
Mike must have noticed my not so subtle technique of ignoring him and turned to face Jessica (who has been in love with him for who knows how long), where he got the undivided attention he'd been hoping for.
I let out a silent sigh of relief. Looking around, it seemed that it was going to be a full house. I checked my phone and seeing that the show was to start any minute, turned it off. My foot started tapping in anticipation. The first time I saw this I was with—
NO. I won't think about him. Not tonight.
The overture startled me out of my silent self-scolding. An automatic smile spread across my features as the actors pranced onto the stage with a grace I could only dream I had. They began the opening dance, moving their bodies to the up-beat music, which the band in the center of the stage was playing reverently yet effortlessly.
It did not go unnoticed by me that ALL the male actors had well toned bodies (which I appreciated as fervently as I could with my eyes). Mhmm the costumes left little for the imagination and a lot for admiration. Strong arms and legs, and-- ohhhh well toned butts. Cue the drool.
I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts corrupting my uncharacteristically horny mind. Bella you NEED to get laid…soon. Looking at their faces was a difficult because I felt like too much of a pervert at the moment. Instead I kept perving…ahhhhhh. A wildly messy tangle of copper coloured hair caught my peripheral vision. It belonged to the actor with the most lickable body in my opinion. Those leather pants and that open leather vest should be illegal in public. I'm about to either have an aneurism or serious eyegasm (yes, eyegasm), which will lead to an actual orgasm.
Yup getting laid was definitely on the agenda. Seriously the last time I got--STOP IT BELLA!
The overture was building up to and morphing into the opening song 'All That Jazz' The actress playing Velma Kelly rose on a platform from below the stage. she sauntered sinuously to the front of the stage, where she began to sing in a low, seductive voice:
"Come on babe why don't we paint the town…And all that jazz,"
"I'm gonna' rouge my knees and roll my stockings down…And all that jazz."
The other actors began dancing along with her, moving their bodies to emphasizing the context of the lyrics and complementing her sensual movements. The copper sex hair was taunting me to look at its owner. I wonder what his face looks like? The hair is disturbingly familiar.
"Start the car I know a whoopee spot, where the gin is cold but the piano's hot!"
"Its just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all… that… jazz"
Hotcha! I finally braved up to look at the face of copper haired sex god. Whoopee!
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD
I could have died and gone to heaven (or hell) right there. Not because the sex hair belonged to a man that looked more like an archangel than any mortal man has a right to, but rather because it belonged to EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN!!!!
A/N : hope you enjoyed so far. i know its short but its just an intro. got the idea after i watched 'chicago!' last week. this is also my first fanfic so..be gentle.