I hope you are enjoying this story. Remember it's a REPOST of my original story with a few edits and tweaks for now! I'll be sure to label it when it's a new chapter. Keep reading and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Dancing with the Stars. Too bad, huh?


EPOV

I sat in my room pouring over all of my music. I was trying to find the best songs possible for the upcoming season. Obviously I had to follow whatever themes the show had, but I wanted to pull out all the stops and really go for glory this year. Every season, I've been a favorite to win and every season I get edged out due to the fact that my partners are never up to par. Hell, I know I have high standards, but I have to. I'm one of the best dancers in the world, and I'm definitely the best on Dancing with the Stars.

Ok, I know that's really high and mighty for me to think about, but really, I am good. So, I'll be slightly more modest and say that I am one of the best on DWTS. Oh, who am I kidding?! I'm Edward Masen for crying out loud!

Ugh.

That's part of the problem. Ever since I've been seen on television, I can't seem to go many places without having at least one person recognize me. Don't get me wrong. It was actually great at first. People would come up to me, saying how much they enjoy watching me dance, that I'm really good, etc. What an ego boost!

But, after a while, it drags. Women come up and practically fall all over me. It used to be flattering, now it's just down right annoying and honestly, creepy. These women need a life.

Hell, I need a life. I dance twenty four-seven and that's about it. But I don't have time for anything else. I want to remain the best and if I loosen up my drive and routine, then what the hell am I doing?

I feel my pocket vibrate and reach for my phone. Alice. Lovely.

"Yes, Alice?"

"Edward, what are you up to? No, wait, let me guess. You're...looking through your music, again." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"No, Alice. That's not what I'm doing." I hope I sounded convincing. I didn't want to let her know that she was right, again.

"Well, that's not what I see!" Suddenly the little pixie was standing behind me. How had she gotten in without me hearing? It happens more often than I would like to admit. I need a dog. Or an alarm system. Or both.

"Geez, Alice," I said, trying to restart my heart. "You know, one of these days you'll kill someone sneaking up on them like that."

"It's not my fault you didn't hear me. You were apparently too intense with your music search. You need to back off a bit and just enjoy the competition."

"You know, you just don't understand. You've won once. How? I'll never know. You had that damn boy band wannabe. How the hell could you two have won?!" I was frustrated. She had won. So had Jasper and Rosalie. Hell, even Tanya had won! Now, that just makes me sick…

"Don't take your frustrations out on me, Edward. I am a great dancer and you know it, but more importantly, I'm a great teacher. I have patience with my partner, something you seriously lack." Well, that was rude of her. Apparently she wasn't finished. "It's not about the best dancer, Edward. It's about the best pair of dancers. Once you get that through your head, you may be surprised at what can happen." She spoke with passion and all with a smirk on her face.

I did what I do best. I sulked and turned back to my music. Maybe if I ignored her, she would go away. Ha! I wasn't that lucky.

"Oh no you don't. You are coming with me. Why else would I have come to get you?" She said, tugging me up from the floor.

"Because you like to make my life a living hell?" I asked innocently.

"Edward, I'm your sister. That's my job," she continued in her playful banter. "No, I came to get you because we are wanted at the set to meet our new partners!"

With one final tug, she had gotten me out the door. She may be small, but damn she's feisty and much stronger than she looks.


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