Hello. A little note before starting the chapter. The story was written 10-11 years ago. It was the second story the author wrote and her first-time trying humour. I've read your reviews (being guests I can't reply privately) and I understand that in some chapters the dialogue isn't exactly the best, but it is what it is, and I can't change it. I can tell you though, that it gets better, okay? The story has more than 40 chapters and we're not even a quarter away. The way I see it is that there are two options: 1) keep reading or 2) leave the story. Whatever your choice will be, I respect it and, maybe, we'll see each other again in some other story :)

PS: Yes, I know the word "idiot" appears a lot of times. The Spanish word was that on every occasion. Again, I can't change it.

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Chapter 9

Rock and Roll, baby!

Rhythm is something you either have it or you don't, but when you have it, you have everything

Elvis Aaron Presley

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POV BELLA

Alice looked at the entrance of MusiC as if there was a bomb there, and we were standing across the street. Hundreds of journalists crowded the entrance of the building trying to circumvent security.

"I'm not going in there," she said without looking at me, as she was too busy staring straight ahead in panic. I sighed loudly. I couldn't go in there either, but I had to, still, I couldn't be too flashy either. I looked down at my black leggings, orange top, and comfy dancing shoes. With each passing day ,the press thing was getting worse. The long-awaited video was going to be shot in a few days and the girls were training hard by my side, as Jace Luvitrier was a famed video director and a fucking pussy who was willing to ruin your life and career if you missed a step, the girls' words not mine. The asshole would only show up for two days along with his entourage of cameramen and shoot non-stop. He was fast, efficient, and confident. Of course, he had to be when he was making too much money to swim in it for every video that was signed under his direction and his fame.

A Mercedes parked in front of us, and Jasper rolled down the window.

"A ride?" Alice snorted and growled at him.

"Not with you or heaven, Hale," Jasper smiled openly mockingly.

"What's your poor definition of heaven, sweetheart? I know a few that I'm sure would make you blush." Alice turned red and I'm sure she didn't do it because she was embarrassed, because her hands were fisted. I couldn't help but smile and take a little revenge on Alice for forcing me to wear her tiny corset the other day.

"Why don't you get a room in a hotel and work it out?" Jasper smiled even wider as he got out of the Mercedes, saying dramatically:

"Finally, someone who speaks my language!" I got into the car and Alice followed me, mumbling something about stupid blonde sexies.

That was the way we made it into the building without attracting attention. I walked awkwardly to the dance salon, as everyone was muttering behind my back looking at the papers. I rolled my eyes at that. A senator can be a property thief right under your nose, while I, on the other hand, cannot make an honest living dancing. When I walked in the girls looked at us as if we had three eyes instead of two.

"How is it possible that a woman like you could be teaching us how to dance?" Amber asked, tossing a newspaper into her backpack. The truth is that it hurt me the way she said it, but I'll never let these knuckleheads know.

"Anyone who has a problem with my employment at The Dolls' Salon can tell me and get the hell out of here. I'm not going to put up with your bullshit when none of you have taken the time to even look up on Wikipedia what pole dancing is," I said sounding harsher than I meant to.

"This is stupid," Lucie sobbed. "I'm not going to get the part in the musical because of all this fuss."

"If you don't get it, it won't be because of me, Lucie. I won't dance for you." Alice sat back in her chair smiling as she watched the girls pale, making sure none of them would disrespect me.

"I am just like you," I said, standing up. "I can do break dance or jazz; ballet or rock and roll. Pole dancing is not a crime. There are dance studios that have included it in their advertisements to get attention. I didn't graduate from Juilliard, but I'm going to graduate from New York University with a degree in Art History. It doesn't matter what I do for a living. Pole dancing pays my bills and my college. I'm not a prostitute. I just dance and that's not a mistake." When I finished speaking something had changed. I started to stretch and when I saw that none of the girls were following me I ignored them.

Alice stood up and typed on her phone before a rock and roll mix started to play. The girls looked surprised as Alice stood next to me and smiled at me as soon as the music flooded my senses. The two of us began to move across the room. Moli smiled and did the same, dancing with us. The other girls followed us, a little unsure, and suddenly we were laughing while we were dancing. Rosalie came into the studio, and we all stopped when we saw her upset, but she smiled and put her planner on the table saying as she held up her hands:

"Rock and roll, baby!" The girls screamed like crazy and kept dancing. We didn't notice Edward, Emmett, and Jasper until Emmett pulled Rosalie making her spin impressively, and let out a scream as she fell into his arms. Jasper did the same with Amber, but Alice took his hand and immediately made him dance with her, impressing me by being territorial.

I looked at Edward moving his feet, but his arms were crossed, and seemed to want to escape from the room. Alice pushed me by the hip and gestured to me to encourage me to ask Edward to dance. I moved through the girls and smiled at him. He blushed and uncrossed his arms.

"Hey," he said shyly. I rolled my eyes and grabbed one of his hands but released it instantly, because it was as if it was electrified. Even so, I took his hand again and forced him to turn me around. When Edward understood what I wanted he stiffened and shook his head before leaving the room. I felt stupid but I didn't even have time to think about it since Jasper made me turn and cheered me up a bit, even though my mood was shit that morning.

In the afternoon, I tried to focus on my studies. I couldn't direct an art gallery if I didn't graduate, and I am not genius at all. Besides, even though Edward defended me from his mother, it still doesn't mean that he is my friend.

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"The periodization of the history of ancient art is based on the different civilizations where it arises, being used in a way equivalent to the stylistic divisions of the later periods of the history of western art..."

I took notes and saw the images that scrolling behind Professor Martin who was explaining about ancient art. It was my last class of the day and later I had planned a quiet dinner with grandpa.

"Alright guys, I want a complete essay on the art of ancient Greece." The professor ignored the groans that signified the end of our weekend off as he walked out. An essay for him was a full research paper of about a hundred pages, no less no more. Great. That topped off my night.

"I'm home grandpa!" I shouted, sighing with relief.

"Isabella, you have a visitor. Why are you late today?"

"A visitor?" I asked confused, leaving the dinner bag on the dining room table and turned to where Grandpa was. "I was on the extra class I had to took this semester. Who is visiting me?" I stopped in amazement when I saw Edward with a cup in his hand.

"And I still haven't told you about the time I went to Ireland and had an affair with a model who was the wife of a mobster I put in jail."

Edward looked at me for a moment before he keep talking with grandpa.

"That sounds interesting, Charles." Stop the world because I misheard. Did he call grandpa 'Charles'!? Did grandpa let him!? Edward laughed at some joke I didn't hear and then Grandpa sighed.

"I'm going to serve dinner. Are you staying, boy?" Edward looked at me and I narrowed my eyes.

"If Isabella doesn't mind, I would be very happy to accept your invitation." My grandfather smiled and mocked me.

"Nah! She's okay with it. Besides, I won her at poker last week, so she owes me one," Edward laughed outright and grandpa walked out of the room leaving us alone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, without moving from my place. Don't get me wrong, I'm upset and that's not good. Edward cleared his throat nervously.

"I was very rude from my part to leave you alone dancing this morning. I wanted to apologize." I shrugged and, since I wasn't in the mood to deal with hot bipolar crazies, I told him:

"Sometimes I forget my place. I'm just and employee. Not your friend. Don't worry, it won't happen again," Edward said nothing at that and I turned to leave but he spoke, stopping me.

"I haven't had any friends since I was in college."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said with my back still turned. Edward sighed.

"Well… Do you want to be my friend?" I didn't say anything back. Still, I turned and tried a smile before turning again, this time to leave for the kitchen.

"So… did you already reconcile with your boyfriend?" Grandpa asked when I entered the kitchen.

"He is not my boyfriend, grandpa," I clarified, sitting down at the table. Charles turned to look at me and his mustache twitched slightly.

"He's better that boyfriend of yours you had recently... What was his name? Rats, Rams…"

"Randal, grandpa. And he was my boyfriend in high school. Four years ago." I corrected him, putting my face in my hands. Grandpa laughed at me and ruffled my hair.

"He doesn't look like a bad boy, and he's had to pass the test earlier."

"Did you test him?" Grandpa smiled broadly and then looked behind me and said:

"Edward, why don't you wash your hands, and we'll sit down to eat?" I felt my face heat up and muttered:

"Men."

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The dinner was filled with anecdotes of grandpa's war and his adventures.

"When I met Marie in Brazil I saw her dancing with a huge African American. She was dressed as a gypsy, and I was wearing my captain's uniform. She winked at me, the flirt, and blushed beautifully. I married her as soon as I could get rid of the African-American and we lived together for almost fifty years." I smiled helplessly. Grandpa rarely told that story.

"She must have been a beautiful woman." Edward guessed as he set his empty coffee cup on the table. Charles smiled and then cleared his throat

"Oh, she was. She had a waist that invited you to sin, not to mention her face and her feline gaze. She was like Renesmee, my other granddaughter." Great, now I was like the ugly duckling of the family. I crossed my arms and blew out the lock of hair that had escaped from my ponytail. Charles hugged me and added "Although Isabella inherited her shape and her dancing grace." He left a kiss on my cheek as Edward asked.

"Who is Ren…?" He frowned when he couldn't remember my sister's name and I helped him.

"Renesmee. My younger sister."

"Oh" Charles stood up, calling dinner over, and muttered:

"It's late." A little harsh, but Renesmee hadn't called for days, and that had grandpa upset. Edward got up and fixed his glasses.

"I'd better go."

"I'll walk you out," I stammered. When we were in the hallway of the building Edward put his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

"I didn't know you had a sister." He broke the silence. I sighed heavily before answering.

"Neither did I, until a few years ago, before my mother's death." There was an uncomfortable silence, which I did not know how to eliminate.

"You have a great grandfather Isabella." I smiled and watched him walk down the stairs to his car, but he stopped halfway and turned to walk back to me. "I'm sorry about today."

I shrugged and was about to downplay the matter when he took my hand and spun me around three times making me scream when we were glued together. Edward stroked my cheek and whispered.

"The next time I'll be the one to ask you to dance. -We stared at each other, standing very close to each other. I looked down so I could see his lips, sweet. When I thought, he was going to kiss me, he stepped back and fixed his jacket before leaving.

"Rock and roll, baby. Rock and roll, fucking hot dancing nerd."

Things are starting to happen, and Edward seems to have courage (at least at times)

See you tomorrow with the end of this marathon week!