ALL THAT JAZZ

(A/N sorry for not updating sooner. i've been busy with last week of school but now im on holidays so i should have more chapts up sooner. PLEASE REVIEW)

smyer owns characters. plot is mine.

EDWARD:

I was in the dressing room, doing my stretches before opening act. I never thought I'd end up as an actor, especially not an actor for musical theatre. I'm still at university, working towards my Masters degree in Music, between acting gigs. The roles I get are usually quite small and are almost always in theatre. That was often by personal choice-- I avoided lead/big roles like the plague. Being the center of attention wasn't something I particularly enjoyed.

The reason I began acting was because my sister, Alice, said it would help boost my confidence. I wasn't so sure, but she was right as usual.

In high school I was ridiculously shy (therefore a social outcast). I was more that willing to change that status when my family left forks. The main reason I probably did it was because of... Bella Swan.

Bella. I smiled to myself, wondering how she was and if she became an author like she'd planned. Well that's what Alice told me she wanted to do…

"OI CULLEN! Haul ass! We're about to go on!"

Not so silent stage whispering interrupted my silent musings. Emmett, my best friend in the business was waving me over urgently. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics (pardon the pun) and went to stand by him, preparing to go on stage.

"Hey man, you ready?" Emmett asked. I nodded, not nervous in the least.

One…two…three…and enter.

And then I was moving to the rhythm of "All That Jazz", recalling the steps with perfection and executing them likewise. I put on my 'sexy face', as the director called it (the director is a woman), and looked out at the audience, never making eye contact, but making my gaze intense and full of promise.

And all that jazz…

I smirked as I heard a sigh from somewhere in the darkness.

I loved the adrenaline that coursed through my veins. Performing on stage live was always high energy.

Tanya, the leggy, strawberry blonde dancer made her way towards me for the lift we do during second verse. She had a 'fuck me' smile plastered on her face. As if…

Don't get me wrong, Tanya was beautiful but she was just so self-absorbed. Unlike…now is not the time Edward. Focus.

I decided to make eye contact with someone in the front row, being the smug little bastard I knew I could be and was at that very moment. Little did I anticipate that staring back at me would be the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I've ever seen. And I have seen them before. Bella.

She was the same and yet so different. I gave her my best smile and a wink for good measure. Then I had to tear my eyes off of her because I was at risk of screwing up the entire opening act.

I was hyper-aware that she was watching me closely. As I went through the routine I stole glances at her, marvelling at how beautiful she was, even more so than I remember.

She was the only girl I have every truly been fixated with. Who am I kidding? Been? I still am. And there she is sitting in the front row, ogling me shamelessly.

That's when I decided that I would try and catch her after the show.

…This should be interesting

BELLA:

That was the most sexually frustrating two hours of my life! I needed Edward now!

I waited in the foyer for about half an hour after everyone else left, sipping a glass of wine and drumming my fingers on the bar impatiently. He's not going to come looking for me. I'm so fucking delusional, he probably doesn't even rememb—

"Bella?"

Holy Hell! Muted, velvety sex voice… I gulped before slowly swivelling on the barstool. My eyes took a second to adjust to the perfection that was Edward Cullen. Messy copper hair, piercing emerald eyes…and he was just a few inches from me.

"Edward…" I breathed. I couldn't believe he was here and that he remembered me.

"Hello Bella. How are you?" he asked in a low voice, lust was a clear emotion splayed across his well-chiselled features. I gulped again, squeezing my knees together.

"I-I'm good. What about you?" I asked, my breathing speeding up in tandem with my pulse. He smiled that sinful smile and held out his hand to me. I took it without hesitation, revelling in the smoothness and the warm electric current that seemed to pass through him. Is that normal? Who cares it feels so good…

"Would you like to go get some dinner?" he asked. Wow… Edward really has changed a lot in two years. Instead of the shy hottie from high school he has become a sexy and mysterious charmer. I nodded in my consent, a smile forming on my lips. His eyes lingered on my lips a beat longer and he licked his before pulling his gaze back to my eyes.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, as he put a hand on my lower back, guiding me. My breathing hitched and I heard him chuckle quietly.

Halting abruptly, I looked up at Edward, who raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrows and looking adorably confused. I stood on my tiptoes, whispering in his ear (making sure my lips brushed his ear),"you don't look too bad yourself Mr Cullen." I retorted. I heard him moan deeply and there was no sexier sound than that.

"Come on." He growled, grasping my hand and leading me to the door which had 'dressing rooms' in curling golden letters, hung above it… hehehehe

(A/N) Hope you liked it. please REVIEW and give feedback. Should there be a lemon or not yet?