Sorry I haven't updated this story in so long, but thing have been kinda hectic for me and I wanted to get more of Black Night done cause that story has a lot more going on right now. But here is the next chapter for this story, once again I am sorry it took soooo long to post! Enjoy!
Chapter 8
Hell Pt. 5: Giving In
As soon as I hung up the phone I heard Alice say, "Bella, you own high heels!" I turned to ask what she was talking about but closed my mouth but when I saw what she held in her hands, I smiled. "Two pairs of heels I never knew about!" she wagged her finger back and forth, scolding me. I snickered.
"Alice those aren't high heels," I walked over to her and took the two pair of shoes out of her hands, one pair was tan and one was black, "they're characters shoes." I let out a small laugh and sat back on the couch, holding one of the black shoes in my hands and examining it. "I've done a lot of shows in these."
"Wait," Emmett said, her pointed to the shoes, "you walked in those?" His tone was disbelieving.
"Walked?" I scoffed, waving my hand absentmindedly towards him, "I had to tango in them."
It was at that moment I realized I had never seen a Cullen go into shock, mostly because they never had a reason to go into shock. It was also at that moment that I found out that a shocked Cullen was very funny to watch. They all stood there, staring at me with those penetrating topaz eyes and their mouths agape. Almost as if they were frozen in time, or in a trance. But I had just had to break the trance with my laughing, but they didn't even flinch when I fell off the couch. Just stood there, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Y-you can tango?!" That was Rosalie. Her look was totally shock, with the slightest hint of amusement.
I took a deep breath, sucking back the tears that were about to fall from laughing. I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. "I know," I replied, sitting up straight again on the couch, "its very hard to believe, I still can't sometimes."
"When did you have to Tango?" Jasper asked, his arm firm was around tiny Alice's waist.
"In RENT during Tango: Maureen," was my answer.
"How did you manage that without falling?" Came the velvety voice that almost made me melt. I had completely forgotten Edward was next to me. I turned and stared into those perfect golden orbs.
"Let's just say I got very familiar to the feeling of hanging from a wire and the bruise on my waist." His lips quirked up into a crooked grin as he chuckled.
"So what do you think, Bella?" Alice asked me in her most innocent, sweetest voice. I tore my gaze away from Edward to stare at Alice.
"What do I think about what?"
"About doing the school play, of course!" She said it as if it was the most easiest thing in the world. But quite frankly, it wasn't. Did I really want to do the show this year, especially without Maxx and Jimmy? Does my voice still sound as good as it did two years ago? Will I enjoy it as much as I used to? I sighed, no, I couldn't do it. It wouldn't be right without my regular partners with me. But there would be other chances, right?
But then a quote from 5 years ago popped into my head. It was from 7th grade, when we had done The Music Man. Something Maxx had said as Harold that, to me, couldn't have been anymore true. "Pile up enough tomorrow and you'll be left with nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays."
It was true. That's all my life had been for the past year and a half, a bunch of empty yesterdays. I needed to do this. It could be my last chance of theater, if I ever did get Edward to change me.
And so I nodded with the ghost of the smallest smile on my face. Alice squealed, and threw her arms around my neck and hugging me so tightly I nearly choked.
Was I ready for this? Yes, I was. I would get the lead role and sing my heart out. Who knows? It may be the last time I ever would.
Here goes nothing.
