Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Twilight Saga. All the credit goes to the brilliant and talented Stephanie Meyer. Kudos!
AN; IMPORTANT
I...AM Sooo sorry!!!!!!!! It's been what? A month? I am the biggest loser at updating and I deserve to lose any reader that had stopped because of the mess my life.
All right, so, good news, I'm finished with my science fair project,(obviously). And I promise I won't be lazy and wait a month before updating. I've just been having a writer's block and self doubts and crap like. But now I back, and I'm ready to work. XD. The other thing is, I checked my profile the other day and realized...none of the outfits I posted wre valid anymore!! Well that sucks. I mean, I wasn't going to repost and rewrite, they would just get expired again. So anyway, I thought, 'why don't I just draw their outfits?'. I am a fashionista if I do say so mself;D, so I've been doing various outfits and fittings for all of the characters and I never really knew I could draw. ^-^!! So I have to keep expirimenting for a little while more--and I know I haven't talked about them much in the story but I'll have outfits for the guys tooXD--and soon I'll have the links for their clothes on my profile that I will post on Deviant art.
ps, thank you to all the readers that did stay and didn't give up on me. It means the world.
p.s.s, as for Twilight Realm, I will either post it sometime this weekend or on Monday.
Now--what you've been waiting for...XD
BPOV (Bella) Chapter 11
I was already warming up when a majority of the class entered the studio. Of course, Lauren didn't fail to give me her look, placing a plastic mat on which she stretched on far across the room.
"Look who came on time today" Jessica muttered, her shoulder knocking into mine as she made her way next to her master.
I sighed and shut my lids. The only way I was going to make it through today was if I got into my bubble.
Yeah, that's right. I've had my bubble since I started dancing, which is pretty self explanatory. I was going to focus on nothing other than my dancing and Madame Zerone's screeching voice.
"Ballon!"
The dancers bounced, lightly landing on their feet.
"Coupé" we touched the tip of our toes to our ankles, and as soon as she yelled "Arabesque" I threw my left leg in the air, straightening my knee so that it was perfectly linear. Except, when my foot connected with something hard, followed by an almost hysterical scream, abruptly dropping it back down was all I could manage.
Lauren was lying on the floor with a quivering hand cupping her jaw. "Sorry! Oh here, let me help--
"You ogre! Get away from me" and just like that she jumped upright, scrambling to put some distance between us.
I swear I heard Jessica giggling behind me.
"Miss Lauren, remove your hand from your face so that I may examine it" Madame Zeronie called out, seemingly uninterested.
"NO! No way, I-I think it's swollen" she cried, moving her palm with it as her head shook ferociously.
"Now, Lauren" Zeronie sighed.
She sniffed, and deliberately little by little, her arm lined itself up against her torso. There was a wave gasps as the bulging purple swelling became visible.
Lauren whimpered.
"It's not too bad" Madame Zeronie observed.
"Not too bad?! I have a friggin' grape for an eye!" she said as she studied it on the colossal mirrors we had for walls.
"Well, from the way you had lingered on her every step, it seemed to me that you would expect much worse, Miss Mallory"
"Gah!" Lauren's livid eyes flickered to me. "You--you--"
"Students, back to our lessons" Zeronie said abruptly, clapping her hands. "Go down to the reception desk and obtain an ice-pack. I will not have my class interrupted by your melodramatics" Zeronie concluded.
I could see Lauren's automated retort forming on her lips, but she had enough brains to stop herself. She let herself out of the studio as we returned to our session with an Arrière, never to revisit again that day.
"Gather around dancers," Madame announced at the end. "It is that time of year again--our annual Fall Musical" there was a ripple of applause and cheers coming from the dancers. And to avoid raising my hand and singling myself out by asking what exactly this was, I listened more to try to obtain more information.
"As it has always been, it is not obligatory. The Fall Musical"--she pronounced the a in "cal" part as if she were saying the word "cat"-- "is for exceptional performers that are skillful in the art of singing, dance, and drama--and wish to exceed their talents in a way that molds them all together. Auditions will be held in the Theatre Auditorium this Saturday. Details are on the flyer right outside this studio. Don't be late" she concluded, exiting the room herself.
The students poured out after her to find the necessary information for the auditions.
Huh. Must be a big deal.
I grabbed my duffel bag and walked towards the main exit downstairs. The last thing I needed was more competition.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I said the next morning. We were still seated inside the mini-van at the entrance of Forks High. The windowpanes were constantly sheeted by rain.
She had the most exhausted look on her face. And it took too long for her to answer me. She first rubbed her temples with two fingers, seeming to force on a smile when she removed them from her face.
"Nothing's wrong, honey. Why--?"
"You seem so…off lately. What's going on?"
"Wha--I''" she sputtered, shaking her head. "Nothing's going on, Bella. Now why don't you go on off to class? Go on" she urged.
I opened the car door on the passenger side, the worry never leaving my eyes. She didn't give me enough time to appraise her much more. As soon as I was about a foot away from the sidewalk she drove off, leaving me ruminating, and contemplating.
I hadn't even taken three steps, and was bombarded by a really perky black-head.
"Why didn't you tell me? Do you know what this means? Ugh, major shopping spree" Cassade gushed.
"Tell you what? What are you talking about?" I asked.
She peered both ways dramatically, pulling me under a covering near the entrance of the school. It felt like having my arm dragged by blocks of cement. Jesus she was strong for a size three.
"Guess what little Miss Bean Head was raving about today this morning?" she raised a brow. How can someone look so devastatingly fabulous, and be soaking wet at the same time?
"Umm…I'm guessing Jessica got a new manicure?"
"Wrong. She said she was gonna get the lead role in some musical--yelling it so loud you'd think she was deaf. She said it was at her dance school--your school. So I said--"
"Oh no"
"--That the only way she'd get the part was if she killed you first"
"Cassade! You didn't!"
"Oh but I did. Bella, you can beat her! You can get the lead, --and I'll provide the support you need to get it" she finished proudly. But I'd stopped breathing; therefore I lost the ability to construct a response.
"Bella? Are you okay? You look a little blue"
I just shook my head, hyperventilating now.
Cassade rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you're scared of Jessica. The girl can barely spell her own name"
I shook it harder, "Not Jessica"
She frowned for a second before it sank in. "Oh, that Lauren girl. Eh, nothing we can't handle" Cassade shrugged off.
"We? You don't have to be tortured by her everyday" I said, feeling extremely warm even though the highest temperature it must've been was twenty-five degrees.
"Don't worry about Lorry--"
"--Lauren--"
"--Lauren. I'll help you with her and her bimbo friend. From now on, we are gonna work on your many talents, modify your image…" her eyes skimmed me from top to bottom "and maybe enhance your boobage a bit"
"Cassade!" I clutch my raincoat closer to my chest, bulging my eyes in horror.
But she just laughed, "JK, Bella"
We began walking inside, realizing that the bell would soon ring.
"That's not funny" I said, still a bit insecure. My boobs weren't that small, were they? Maybe I should take some estrogen pills.
"I'm sorry" Cassade said, but a giggle escaped her lips.
I sighed, "I really don't have a good feeling about this. I wasn't meant to be center stage. Please don't make me do this"
"Bella, you cannot let people like Lauren run everything just because they live for attention. And…I've heard you sing"
"What?"
"At the sleepover, when you were changing in my room--oh don't blush! You were incredible! Are you sure it's just a hobbie. You could be in like--Julliard! Bella, you've got it. You can do anything! Just need a little push"
"Really?" I squeaked.
"Rule number one, don't ever ask that question. If I tell you you're good, then you're probably way better than I'm able to tell you"
I fidgeted with my left foot, my eyes traveling to the gray skies. "All right--"
I hadn't even finished before Cassade was squealing like she was five. "--but…one condition"
She sighed. "Don't rain on my parade, Bella"
But I continued, "You absolutely cannot--I repeat--cannot tell Alice. Promise?"
Cassade right cheek lifted itself up, like I was missing some inside joke. "I promise you Bella, I will not tell Alice anything"
I decided to live with that. Because for now, Bella + Alice & makeover = an unhappy ending.
I inhaled deeply, half from exhilaration of the ballet class we'd just had, and half from the nerves. I stood awkwardly outside the studio as the dancers passed. There wasn't a single of them left, when I daringly took a peek at the flyers on the small table across the hall.
Most of it was gone. But when I got a closer look I realized they were packets, of parts and contact information and the where's and what's.
You had to either be a actor, dancer, vocalist, or all three. It read:
Fall Musical: High School Musical…3!
"Are you serious?" I whispered to myself, then realized there was no one around to watch me freak out.
What the hell have I done? Speaking hypothetically, --as in, if Jessica/Lauren doesn't actually kill me--I'd have to play someone's love interest in the play. What if we have to kiss?
Oh god, do you know how many boys I've kissed in my life?! Nada. Zilch.
--Well, unless you count that time when I was six and licked some poor boy's cheek.
But other than that, I was in no position to be the lead role in anything.
Oh who was I kidding, I was doing this whether I wanted to or not.
I read it further; it said auditioners for the lead roles had to perform a song, dance number, and a scene from the play. As I flipped through the papers I came across several pages of lines to perform.
The dance part was manageable. And maybe I could come up with a song to sing…nah--too embarrassing. And acting--aw, what's the big deal. You show up, you say some stuff, you go home. (Anybody watch Drake and Josh? ^-^)
AN; What do you think? I do admit that the chapter as not as good as it should be, but I can't wait to post chapters about the play!!!! I have a feeling it's gonna turn out awesome!XD
ps. Eclipse trailers!?!!! OMG, they were really creepy, but in an epic-ly awsome way? IDK, but what I do know is that this movie is gonna rock when it comes out. And do any of you listen to music they put in the trailers? It's absolutely beautiful!!!! My fav is "Moving mountains" by Two steps from Hell.
p.s.s, I swear, I'm gonna start some kind of club agsinst people who hate on or trash twilight. I do admit the fanatics--me!--can get a bit annoying with their obbsessions and screamings and such, and they are entitled to their opinion. But what infuriates me is that the only reason they hate twilight is because there are so many that love it. Well, whoever thinks that way can rot in hell. If they could feel the admiration and awe Twilight has struck upon millios of people around the world, they would put a cock in it and find a new hobbie.
...anyway, review plz!
--ElisaXD Man, when have my AN's gotten so long?