Chapter 4… On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any songs mentioned in this story.

EPOV

Edward felt a flurry of emotions as the girl danced; he was amazed at seeing her, nervous about performing after her, dazzled by her movements, motivated to dance as well as she did, and, above all, majorly bummed about her song choice. It was ridiculous, really. He didn't even know her. He had no right to feel this way. Fearless by Taylor Swift, was a song to describe how being with your true love was supposed to feel. It perfectly described the way he felt every time he thought about her.

Mentally, he smacked his hand to his forehead. He really was an idiot. How could he think of her as his soul mate, when they had never met? She had every right to be in love with someone else, someone she actually knew existed. While watching her dance, he noticed she seemed much more confident than she had before the music started, and he wondered how hard it would be to convince her that they belonged together. He made the decision, that, right after his audition, he would walk up to her and introduce himself.

As the judges stopped the music and the girl stopped dancing, Edward watched as the girl's confidence almost visibly shattered. She suddenly looked just like the scared little girl she was when he first saw her. He had an intense urge to run up to her and hug her, to tell her just how amazing she was. He managed to control himself, and focused his mind on the routine he had to perform in only a few minutes. When the judges said she was through to the next round, he looked up and saw that she was both shocked and excited. She went to get her ticket, while he began moving quickly toward the stage.

Walking onto the stage, he looked around the auditorium, but couldn't see her. In the few seconds before the music started, he thought about the song he chose, Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Bublé. He had first heard the song a week ago, and knew instantly that it was the right song to use. It fit into his favorite genre of dance, a mix of Broadway and jazz, and would easily allow him to show his personality. The music began and he took a deep breath, and then began to dance.

It felt great to be up there, and it seemed like only seconds later that the judges stopped the music. One of them said they weren't quite sure if he had enough training, which made him nervous. Luckily, though, the other two judges both liked him, and he got through to the next round. He thanked them profusely, collected his ticket, then began to wander the theatre, hoping to find the girl.

After looking everywhere, Edward gave up, assuming she had just headed home to spread the good news. He grabbed all of his stuff, and began walking out to his car. Right outside the building he heard a beautiful giggle, and turned to see where it had come from. There, leaning against the building and talking on a cell phone, was the girl. He knew he couldn't interrupt her phone call, so he leaned against the wall and pulled his phone out calling Rosalie.

She answered right away, and had obviously been waiting for his call. "How did it go?"

"OK, I guess… I made it."

"Really? Oh my gosh! That is so great! I'm proud of you!"

"Wow. That's a first. Rosalie Cullen saying anything positive about the pure evil that is dance," he chuckled.

"Shut it, Edward. Just because I prefer to limit my dancing to grinding on random guys in clubs does not mean I can't appreciate the talent of my stupid brother."

He could hear the joking tone of her voice, and couldn't help but to laugh. He looked to where the girl was standing, and noticed she was saying bye to whoever she was talking to. Quickly, he thanked Rosalie, said he had to go, and hung up without waiting for a response. The girl was walking toward the parking lot at the side of the theatre, where his car was parked. He followed, and tapped her on the shoulder when he got close enough.

It wasn't until after he had done it that he realized it was a bad idea. The girl jumped, dropping her bag in the process, tripped over the bag, and fell to the ground. She sat there for a moment, apparently wondering what had happened.

"I am soooooo sorry!" Edward exclaimed, leaning down to see if she was alright. She looked up at him, and he couldn't read the look on her face. She didn't say anything, but kept looking at him with a strange expression. "Are you OK?" he asked.

She blinked quickly, as though trying to clear her mind, then said, in the sweetest voice Edward had ever heard, "Yeah. You just startled me, I guess."

He gave her a slight smile, thinking to himself how great it was that she wasn't upset. She smiled back, and he stood up, offering her a hand. "Here, let me help you." She took his hand, and he pulled her up a bit too hard. The girl flew up and slammed into his chest. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him to prevent herself from falling, and he couldn't help but to wrap his arms around her as well.

As soon as he realized the way he was holding her, he dropped his arms, not wanting to scare her away. She let go as well, and took a step back. All Edward could do was stare at her, a silly lopsided grin on his face. He had never felt so completely tongue-tied in his life. She seemed uncomfortable with the silence, staring at the ground and shuffling her feet, and the only thought he could manage was, 'She is so adorable!'.

A couple minutes later, the girl broke the silence. "So, was there a reason you tried to kill me?"

He knew from her smirk that she was joking, but he really felt awful about causing her to fall. "I truly am sorry. My name is Edward… Edward Cullen." He reached out to shake her hand, reveling in the tingling sensation that shot through him at her touch, then continued. "I was inside auditioning. I danced right after you, and I wanted to tell you how horrible it was to have to follow you, because you really are an amazing dancer."

She just smiled lightly at him, and having her eyes on him made him nervous. He found it utterly impossible to read her expression. Finally, just when he thought he would explode, she spoke. "I'm not that great, really. And I'm sure you did just fine. It's nice to meet you, Edward. My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer to be called Bella."

"What a perfect name," he blurted out without thinking. He felt stupid, but when he noticed that she… that Bella was blushing deeply, he wanted nothing more than to compliment her all day, as long as he got to see that blush on her cheeks.

"Well, Edward, I should go. I have homework to do tonight, and better head home," Bella stated, obviously in a hurry to get away from him. He wanted to say anything to make her stay, but felt it would be better in the long run to let her.

"Alright. I should probably head home, too. Congratulations, by the way. I guess I'll see you in Vegas?" he said, hoping he would.

"Yeah, I guess you will. Congratulations to you, too." She turned to walk away, and Edward headed back toward the entrance, not wanting to seem creepy for following her to the parking lot. He had barely taken a step when he heard the sound of her calling his name quietly. He turned quickly, and she shouted, "My number is 206-329-9533. Text me sometime. You know… if you want to."

He grinned widely. "I just might do that Bella. Thank you."

"Bye," she said, turning back to the parking lot. Edward watched her walk away, while entering the number in his phone. Then he turned toward the theatre, doing a "happy dance". He knew he probably looked like a total dumbass, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. It had been a great day.

A/N: So, what did you think? The thought of Edward doing a happy dance totally made me smile! This chapter is longer than the rest, and I'm trying to make all the chapters after this one about the same length as this one. As always, let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading!!!