So, first thing you need to know, I CAN'T GET ON MY E-MAIL, currently, and I'll alert you as soon as I can atually get on it. It's a long story, so please don't bug me about it, and please don't get mad if I don't answer your PM's or anything. Though I CAN still get on fanfiction (also long story), so I can go on my stories and look at the reviews and whatnot... In other words, YOU STILL NEED TO REVIEW! (smiles angelically)
Next thing you should be aware of, I HAVE A NEW STORY!
Oooooh! What's it called, Toastey?
IT"S CALLED CINATITE! Hahaha yeah that was funny. NOT! Gosh, I swear it's like I have sugar shock and I haven't even had any sugar today. Of all days...
Oh, now seriously, check out Blue Highlights and Boys. I'm aware that it's poorly written, but it has a nice plot. But if any of you are betas please talk to her and tell her Toastey sent you. She'll know. And, Lizard, if you're reading this, BETA or SPELLCHECK! Or you can just wait for my e-mail to work again...
Disclaimer- Roses are red, violets are blue, Twilight is Meyer's, PLEASE DON"T SUE!
1. The Opening Ballet
Soundtrack- (play towards the middle) Older I Get; Skillet
I walked across the stage, ready and on my toes. They expected me to be perfect, so I am. I never dissapoint my parents.
The spotlight came on, and then the music started. Swan Lake. Cliche, right?
Sorry, no introduction. I'm seventeen. My name is Isabella Marie Swan De La Amoure XI of France, Daughter of Elizabeth Renee Batista Swan of England and Charlie Fredrick Musao De La Amoure VII of France, named after my grandmother on my father's side, Isabella Marie La Fleur Musao X of Lithuania. My best friend is William Jacob Mackewitz Black of Poland, named after- UGH! You know what? I'm tired of these long names. Let's start over.
Hello, I'm Bella, my parents are the king and queen of France, and they are trying to get me to marry someone so I can continue the family, because after me my mother could have no more children, but I refuse to. I'm not ready for marriage. My best friend is Jacob, and his dad is William, but his close friends call him Billy (that includes me), and if I do say so myself Billy has been acting extremely odd lately. I am an only child, so my parents naturally got excited when going to one of the Teas and some of the local girls, Jessica, Lauren, and Tanya, told my mother that we were the closest of friends. Now they get invited to all of our parties, come over for tea frequently, and come to, not only ours, but since I'm their "friend", all of the balls and parties. Although, I'm pretty sure they don't really want to be my friend because of my personality.
The only real friends I can personally say that I haveis Jacob and Angela. Angela is one of the many people on our cleaning staff, and we met when I was hiding in one of our many closets from Jacob, and I don't really mind her name. It's just Angela Janine Webber, and it's not that long. The only other person besides them would be my grandmother (A/n: I think her grandmother is dead, though I may be wrong, but she's STILL ALIVE HERE!). I confide in her more than I do anyone else. But I won't get mushy on you.
As I was saying, the ballet had officially started. I started with a short interpretive dance, and the play was going flawless. The last few eight counts of the second-to-last song started, and I prepared for my stunt at the end of the show. Five, I counted. Four, steady. Three, focus. Two, breathe. One, get ready. Now.
I leaped across the stage, landed perfectly, and slid to the center edge and sat down. I had just five sixteen counts to get my shoes off and into my position. I threw them off and it took me a whole three eighteen counts, and I could just imagine the directors face. They were supposed to be of in two. So this ment I had considerably less time, so I made a split second decision. Instead of tumbling backwards like I had practiced, I would have to do a half-sit back handspring to get on to the stage, then do a mid air pirouette into Jaqueline's (a fellow dancer) arms. Keep in mind this is all in one second.
I took the shortest deep breath I could manage, and went for it.
I landed the spring, and had no time to think about whether I could land pirouette. I dived into it (metaphorically), and made it just in the nick of time.
Yeah, that's just the way I roll.
The audience sat and stared in awe for a moment, and I'm sure they had no intention of moving, which was working out perfect for me. I had to BEG all of the other dancers to not tell Madam Shangis (the director), because I knew she would be less than thrilled and make sure I had no way to do it, and also for most of the dancers to even do the dang thing!
So, as I had secretly arranged with the band, they moved all of their things to the back of the mosh pit and made room for the hard rock band I hired to play this song from USA. I'm sure no one here has heard of it, no one listens to their music here except for me. The band was called Past Konvictions (A/n: Guys that's not a professional band, okay, and if you're reading this and you actually know me AND know what the band name means, and this note is only meant for you guys, I LOVE YOU! SERIOUSLY! Even though we're like almost a whole country away from each other, you're my best friends and YOU BETTER BE THERE WHEN I GET BACK SO I CAN SQUEEZE THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU! Sorry about that. I miss them...). I heard one of their CD's, and I thought they were amazing.
Also, as told, the guards block off all the exits so no one could leave, also as told. The ushers were makeing sure people stayed in their seats and kept silent. The crew stayed in position, as told. The announcer I hired (What? It's for special effect...) made his way to the microphone, and the light crew dimmed lights as soon as I silently nodded to the guard to pass the note along to the next, then on and so forth until it reached the light crew. That was our cue. As soon as it was completely black, we silently scurried backstage. The band was to play a song (still in the dark) while we got ready for the last song that nobody knew was ever going on.
"This is going GREAT!", I whispered to Tianna, one of the many girls helping me get dressed. She nodded. I heard the tap on the microphone and I whispered to everyone backstage, "QUIET!"
The announcer's voice boomed through the theatre. "Hello, ladies and gentleman. Miss Swan has alterred the program slightly, if you haven't noticed. She would like to say, 'Thank you everyone for cooperating, of which I know you will. This is just a new style of music, as opposed to the boring music we are forced to like and listen to here." The crowd was split at this; half gasped and half laughed out loud. "Please enjoy the musical stylings of Past Konvictions!' And for those of you who are just dying to know, that is spelled with K."
As soon as he said K, the band started playing. The sweet... er, maybe not so sweet to some people... music filled the theatre, which our cue to continue dressing and getting ready. A girl's voice started to sing, and I instantly knew the song (A/n: Well, DUH! She picked the song! The french are stupid. Then again, maybe it's just me who's the mental one...). It was called The Posion of Passion (A/n: I have officially managed to put TWO author's notes in ONE paragraph! Anyway, I wrote this song myself, so THIS IS NOT PLAGERIZED!).
"I'll sit at this empty table alone
I wouldn't dream of letting you take me home
One more lie give me one more drink
I think I'll hold off on time to think OH!
That's what happens, that's the way it goes
Whenever you get a chance not to hold
Onto yourself!"
I peeked a look into the audience to see how they liked it, and forgot it was pitch black in there, and the security guards and ushers had to use nightvision glasses. I turned back to my dance crew to see if they liked it.
"So, how is it?", I asked. They all erupted into noise, loving the music. "GUYS! Shush!" They became quiet again, and continued getting ready. I turned my attention back to the same, but still subconciously listened to the song.
"'Cause it's poison! When my eyes want to take you in
That's called passion! My need for you again and again
You'd like to call it the power of love
You make me, no, you got it wrong
We all know I get under your skin
Sorry but you gotta see...
That's the poison of passion!"
I was now almost finished, and was completely engrossed in the song.
"Now we're her now I've my mistake
Now all you come on get up and take me away
Help me out and let me know I've done wrong
Make me aware of what I have become OH!
All these people get inside my head
My advice don't do what you'll regret
Later on
'Cause it's poison! When my eyes want to take you in
That's called passion! My need for you again and again
You'd like to call it the power of love
You make me laugh, no, you got it wrong
We all know I get under your skin
Sorry but you gotta see
That's the poison of pasion!"
My eyes were glazed over and I could see out of the corner of my left eye that everyone else was entranced, too. I knew they were awesome!
"I'll sit at this empty table alone...
Who would have thought that I'd let you take me home?"
The music slowly died down, and the audience applauded. I beamed. My plan was going off wothout a single hitch. Let's hope it stays that way.
I suddenly came back to reality as I realized that yes, we were almost done, but NONE of us were completeley done yet! We had gotten so into the song we never even had a chance to finish! "Crap," I whispered.
As usual, I sprung into action.
I quietly lept onstage, avoiding all the places that I knew would have props. I slid to the edge of the stage, and quickly jumped off, and since it was still dark and I had no thought to memorize the mosh pit, I had no idea what I was doing. So of course the theatre was sitting there in a merry little silence, and it was up to me to ruin it or keep it that way.
I crossed my fingers as I landed, hoping for solid ground. Here it comes, and... OH! I HIT! I was so excited I got on solid stable ground I didn't even think about landing it straight. So, lucky me, my foot slipped beneath me, and, my "luck" finally betrayed me. I braced myself for A) pain, B) loud noise, and C) my whole plan to be messed up. I closed my eyes (not that their was much need to, but oh, well), and held my breath, and just when I was sure the fall was coming, I hit a chest and arms suddenly wove around me. I almost gasped, then realized this must be one of the band members, and I HAD BEEN SAVED!
Then I remembered I had never properly seen the band members, and was wondering who had caught me. I reached my hand up and grabbed the head, and brought it down to my head. The head turned to my ear and whispered almost inaudibly, "Making a move so soon, are we?" I almost laughed and realized, to any halfway NORMAL person, this would seem like I wanted to kiss him (I decided it was a guy... hey, I can take hint).
I turned my head back and whispered, "Which one are you?" I knew all of the names, just none of the faces.
"Edward. Edward Mason. Now, may you explain why you are here and not performing?"
"Oh, erm, yes, long story. Tell you later. We'll have tea. But now I need you to play another song." I felt him nod.
"Which one?"
I hadn't thought of that. "Well, you could do... Happily Ever Laughter? I don't know, you pick."
"I like that one, we'll do it." I smiled. I liked that one, it was a duet, but you could almost never tell the difference.
"Oh, thank you so much. I'll anounce it, okay?"
"Yeah, but hurry. People amy think you're secretly commiting a mass murder." He chuckled.
I felt my way around for the microphone, only to slam into another member of the band. This time they pulled their head to me. "Hey, I'm Alice Brandon. Here, borrow my mike."
I thanked her and held the mike up to my mouth. "Hello, again! This is Isabella Marie, nice to speak to you!" The audience erupted into cheers. "Thank you, guys. So, now we have had another slight change. PK will be performing another song in the dark! This is called Happily Ever Laughter, I hope you enjoy it." (A/n: Again, Toastey's song)
I crept slowly back to the stage as the first bar erupted into the theatre. I got backstage and explained everything, while everyone got ready. Meanwhile, the song was going on.
"You heard them talkin' on the telephone
They still are thinking that they're alone
They say these stupid little words that mean
Nothing yet they still make a scene
Because you caught them saying;
So now you call me, I thought it was over
This roller coaster
When we gonna see, we weren't meant together
Always ain't forever
How could we live happily ever laughter
If love ain't what we're after...
The song continued in the background as we managed to finally get ready. We decided to wait until the song was done to get into action. As the final lines of the song were being sung, we found our places on stage. I wasn't supposed to be on stage just yet, so I stayed in the wings.
"So now you call me, my phone is on silent
I won't hear you cryin'
When you gonna see, we weren't meant together
You're words aren't in my Webster (A/n: HA! Roberta thought I couldn't make a song with the word Webster in it...)
We won't be livin' happily ever laughter
This love was like guns breaking plaster...
The ending note hung in the air, daring someone to speak. I ran quickly to the boy on stage who, since he had the loudest voice, he had been asigned this part, and ran back off. "BALLET IS FOR SUCKERS WHO NEED A LIFE!" A few people in the audience laughed at this, but no one could tell who said it becuase it was dark, but the light crew knew it was their cue. The stage lights flahed on for a split second, long enough for people to realize there was light but not long enough for anyone who wasn't ready for it to focus on anything.
But it was just long enough for the small girl in the front of the stage to nod slightly and the band to start playing. About five seconds in, the light crew started the lights flashing, and the dancers started to do their dance.
I don't think that dance would qualify for ballet, really. More like a mix of contemporary and hip hop, then maybe add a little krump. It was scary. Then the outfits, make up and hair were all done up like we just got out of our graves in fie. I picked that out.
Then it got to my part of the song. I ran onstage, and started dancing. As soon as I landed the assisted leap and roll with Dominique, the light went all on, and all of the dancers stopped, counted a four count, and then we all leapt in the air at the same time, the same height (which takes much practice, mind you), then landed at the exact same time as the lights went back off, and since so many of us hit the floor, it made a huge noise, just as expected. I smile, the lights went back to doing their thing, and the dance went on flawlessly. Even the final stunt we did, which was part the crew, join hands in your line, the leap across the stage at the other side, smack into one another, and fall to the floor. Yeah, even that went well.
Then, in that moment when you realized that you just accomplished something huge that no one else could pulled off except for you, I pulled my crew up and beamed. This was my life. I loved this.
Didn't I?
Okay, if any of you say this chapter was too short I swear I'll strangle you. I LOVE THIS STORY!
And there's a little challenge, and whoever wins the challenge gets a special prize.
The challenge is;
The title of this story my seem a bit other-language-y, but it's totally somewhat English. Whoever can figure out what it is first wins. These are the only two hints you will get.
1. Albert Einstein loved sad movies.
2. Alberto man also hated e's. Despised them with a passion. Ick.
R&R! SORRY IF IT WAS TOO LONG!