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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight but I do own a copy of Center Stage.


I wasn't in the same cast as James or Edward.

Alice did a mini cabriole leap out of excitement when she found out that we were in the same one, at least.

They split us up into different groups, and set about teaching us all too quickly what routines we were going to do. Since I was in the corps, I already knew I'd be in all of the group scenes. Even though we were the lowest of the low in the company, I always felt like we had the toughest jobs. If one person didn't do something correctly or on time, if she or he didn't mirror the person closest to them, it was like a drop of black ink on white paper.

Once the corp was moved to rehearse in a different studio, I only got to see Edward, James, and Alice during company class before we were pulled into different rooms for four hours of rehearsal. Each group was in their own room, learning and perfecting their choreography before Carlisle put it all together.

Everything was fine, except for the fact that only a handful of the other dancers talked to me.

So, on Friday after company class when Carlisle requested that we all rehearse what we had covered over the week, I sat with Alice on the edges of the dance floor while the other cast went on. Those who weren't dancing were stretching and going over their routines on the other side of the room.

"Ooh, Edward is about to do his duet with the mother of all twats," Alice whispered when the two Principals that had been going over their routine walked to the corner of the room.

Sure enough, Edward and the blonde that had grabbed his arm earlier in the week got into position. I would have liked to say that she sucked but she didn't. She wasn't amazing but she was really good even though her facial expression was so disjointed and faraway that she reminded me of a robot.

"They don't have any chemistry together," Alice said under her breath. "I've tried telling Esme that cyborgs aren't capable of having feelings but she won't listen to me."

I had to slap a palm over my mouth to stop from laughing out loud. "Is she the T-800 model?" I hacked out, trying to disguise my laugh as a couch. I'd lived off Terminator as a kid. Alec and Riley worshipped the ground Arnold walked on, so I had to, too, or else I would've been fearing for my life. Well, my ass would fear the wedgie I'd get harassed with.

Alice's face turned pink before she looked away. "Bella Swan, you are bad!" she cackled facing another direction.

Once, the first cast finished, the rest of us got up to go over our part. It was fine with Carlisle making corrections for what we needed to work on. Two hours later, the entire routine was done and we were dismissed for the weekend. Alice pulled on my arm on our walk over to grab out stuff.

"Do you want to go out with us tonight?"

I bit my lip and smiled. "I don't really drink."

She squealed and nodded. "Me neither! It's fun to just sit there and watch everyone else get drunk though."

"Who's going?" I asked her, stopping to pick up my backpack.

"Me, my boyfriend—," I felt a little ignorant because I didn't even know she had a boyfriend. "James, Edward, and Emmett, Edward's brother." She waggled her neat black eyebrows. "Please? I hate being the only girl."

I caught a glance of Edward standing just to the right in deep conversation with the twatty blonde Alice had pointed out. There was a wrinkle in his forehead as he spoke to her.

"Please?" Alice asked again, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "Bella?"

I had a feeling she didn't hear, "No" very often.

"Sure, but you're going to have to tell me how to get there." I answered her.