Chapter 2
My stylist, Alice Whitlock, a 30 something year old, had just finished my makeup. The look she was aiming for 'apparently' was the natural beauty look. I had never considered myself beautiful, I was in the nerd group growing up, and constantly picked on for the appearance I had not grown into yet. My mahogany was left down, soft curls swaying, my side fringe was clipped back. My lips were a deep shade of red and my eyes had been outlined with black eyeliner. I never understood the concept of makeup I'd just sweat it off anyway!
"OH MY GAWD" Alice basically screamed in my face. "I'm a genius, and you are looking FINEEEE"
Her husband Jasper walked up to the vanity where I was seated, he was also one of the judges. Alongside Jasper on the judging panel was the famous football player Emmett McCarthy and last but not least Jasper's sister and also Emmett's wife Rosalie Hale-McCarty, she was the one I needed to impress the most. She was the head of the department of dance at Juilliard. And she was rough, she would rip a ballet dancer apart if they didn't point their toe at the right angle. She wanted absolute perfection and her opinion was the one that counted the most.
The judges weren't allowed to speak to the contestants before the show so Jasper could only give me a good luck nod. I needed it. Alice ushered me into the changing room where I slid on my 1950's inspired swing dress. My dress was royal blue, the shade of midnight, it had a low neck but was pulled into a halter. After I fitted on my dress, the dress I would wear for the rest of the day, I slid on my black ballet shoes and waited until my partner of certain purposes, showed up.
20 minutes I waited! 20 MINUTES! Before the egotistical Edward Cullen strolled through the doors like he was forced to be here. Of course he didn't need the college placement, he came from money. His father being some kind doctor and his mother - well I have no idea what she did, and I didn't care. All I need was for his legs to move with mine at the right time.
"That's what you're wearing?" Edward asked with his eyebrow cocked on one side, not even a 'Oh hello Bella, how are you?' the bastard.
"Yes. We picked it out, remember?" My harsh tone of voice was in its place, ready for him
"Oh. It looked better on the mannequin" When I said I hated him before, I really meant it. Not like the sort of hate you have towards a fly that won't leave you alone, but pure hate. The kind of hate that makes you want to be Jigsaw from Saw. And use one of those of so fun traps on him. That kind of hate.
"Oh Isabella" Edward broke me from daydreams on ways to slowly kill him, "Isabellaaaa"
"How many times, it's Bella"
"Isabellaaaaaa" He sang my full name again
"What Edward!"
"We go on in 10 minutes"
"WHAT!"
"So why don't you get that drool off your and we go sit and wait. I really want to know what you're thinking, do I?"
"What? Are you ready? Shouldn't we go practise? Have you gone toilet? I don't want you peeing everywhere, like last time" A few girls from the audience giggled at my last statement.
"Darling, I was ready as soon as I walked in, and I think you'll find that the moment when you threw up on the judge in a certain competition, sort of rules my pathetic moment out, don't you?" He smirked that classic Edward Cullen smirk. It made me hate him that little bit more, how dare he use the smirk on me which he uses on so many other girls that usually fling themselves at him.
If he wasn't such an ass I'd fling myself at him but I knew the REAL him. I'd been dancing with him for years now, never liked him, never will. I will admit he looked good today, like he did most days. His tight black trousers pressed against his legs, he wore black dance shoes and a white sleeveless thermal. A plan outfit but a very sexy one, he left his hair in his normal copper mess.
It was soon time for the first round, the dance song. Our song? Lady Gaga – Love Game, and as soon she started singing through the speakers we had to put everything we had into our dance. Jessica Stanley and her partner Mike Newton had just finished their dance song, titanium by David Guetta. It was good they scored a 9 from Jasper, a 10 from Emmett and a 6 from Rosalie. Like I said she was rough. That 6 was the highest she had scored in the entire first round. Edward and I were the last couple to dance, now it was our turn as we got off from our seats to take our places. Jessica pulled me to the side and sneered in my face
"Don't crash and burn now" She smirked, what's with people and smirking!
"Oh sweetie I'm like a fucking firecracker" I smiled in return, as i pulled my arm away and turned to perform one of the best dances in my life
"Oh and Bella" Jessica called after me, "Break a leg... literally" I heard her mutter the last part.
And that was it and now I was up on the stage, with bright yellow lights beaming down on me, the audience was packed and this was being recorded live. It was make or break. Then the music started playing.