Still a REPOST for twenty-ish more chapters, with tweaks and edits from the original version. Let me know what you think!

As I started this version with Tom Bergeron as the host, I will continue it that way since I really enjoyed him as the host. You'll see him pop up from time to time, especially when we get to the actual show!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Dancing with the Stars. Aw, shucks!


BPOV

"Angela, remind me why I'm doing this again?" We had parked the car and were walking to the filming studio. I was trying to concentrate on not falling, making a bigger fool out of myself than I was going to. Luckily I was in my flats, so it should make it easier, right?

"Because you were asked and you accepted. And because it's going to be such a wonderful thing for you, to help you out of your shell."

"But I like my shell," I said, pouting, hoping beyond all hope that my puppy dog eyes would get me out of this. I pleaded silently with Angela but she didn't budge.

"Ha, nice try. Now get in there!" She pushed me towards the door of the large building in front of us, following closely behind me.

We made our way through the doors and were shown onto the DWTS set. You know, the stage where all of the madness and mayhem happens. Where my life will probably cease to exist after I critically injure my partner, whoever that may be. God help his soul.

I was pleased to see that we weren't the first to arrive and by the looks of it, we weren't the last either. I exhaled a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Angela came up beside me and led me by the elbow over to the small group of people in the middle of the floor. Apparently, I had stopped moving. Tripping in front of Angela was an everyday occurance. I do it all the time. Tripping in front of these strangers, pretty much unavoidable and not really high on my To-Do list. It wasn't a surprise that I had stopped moving on my own.

From a distance, I was able to make out two men and one woman. There was a man with dirty blond hair and light skin who was dressed in a light blue button down shirt, tucked into his khaki pants and a dark blue tie. He was cute; an adorable cute. The kind of cute that makes you want to look into his baby blue eyes, pinch his cheeks and pat his head.

The second man definitely made the first guy look like a boy next to his more manly physique. His black tight fitting t-shirt left little to the imagination. His broad shoulders and chest were emphasized by the stretching of the material. His legs looked long in his blue jeans and his feet were tucked into a pair of bright red converses, which made me think he was younger than he'd want you to believe. His dark tan skin complemented his black eyes and white teeth stood out brilliantly. He was good looking, that was for sure.

The woman standing with them was very pretty and by the way she held herself, she knew it too. She had long legs, although she was fairly petite and athletic looking. She was in a miniskirt and bright red top that also screamed for attention.

Well, hell. I was definitely not going to get votes now, seeing these three. Even the slightly nerdy-looking one would probably one up me. Just great!

All three looked at us as Angela and I approached. I smiled timidly and readjusted my simple blue dress and cardigan. I felt very self conscious with all of their eyes glued to me. I quickly looked at the woman, feeling the burn of the two men's stares. She gave me a smile that I couldn't tell if it was genuine or not, but it was still a smile.

"Hi! I'm Jessica Stanley, from the E! Network! I'm so excited to be doing Dancing with the Stars, aren't you?! I mean, what a wonderful way for millions of people to watch me! Oh, I hope I get a good partner. That Jasper Whitlock is a looker, but I would kill to have Edward Masen as my partner! What a hottie! He just screams sex, don't you think?!"

I don't think she took a breath in that entire speech. Whoa.

"Who are you?" she continued

"Oh, I'm Bella."

"Oh, where are my manners?! This here," she said, motioning to the blond haired male, "is Mike Newton, software designer and CEO for Newton Technologies."

Mike leaned forward and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Bella." He looked a little flushed and sounded slightly choked up.

"And this," Jessica rambled on, "is Jacob Black, race car driver extraordinaire. I interviewed him last month and let me tell you, it was one of the highlights of my career. Wouldn't you agree, Jacob?" Jessica's voice oozed with lust. It was rather disgusting.

Mike didn't seem to know where to look. He kept gazing from Jessica, to me, back to Jessica, but I could feel the burn from Jacob's stare. I looked up and met his eyes and I could see fire in them. I could see his gaze drifting towards my chest and I made a conscious effort to pull my sweater around me tighter. I looked to my right and noticed that Angela was no longer at my side. Where the hell had she gone now that I needed her?!

I looked over at a series of craft services tables and saw Angela there, talking with what looked like other assistants and maybe some studio reps. Who knows.

"It's a pleasure," Jacob drawled, lust coloring his tone. I had to look back at him. I shivered slightly, but recovered.

"It's nice to meet you all," I said after clearing my throat and looking away from Jacob.

"So, Bella, what is it that you do?" Jessica asked, clearing wanting to seek out as much information as possible. She was definitely a reporter.

I was about to open my mouth when the door behind us burst open and in walked the biggest guy I had ever seen in my life! He was tall, just barely fit under the clearing of the door frame. If I thought Jacob was built, he was damn near scrawny compared to this guy. This man had dark brown curly hair and a childish grin that seemed in conflict with his overwhelming exterior. For some reason, I knew he would be a character, as if he would do just about anything to have a good time. With that smile, he also looked like a big teddy bear that I wanted to hug and it helped me relax after my initial shock of seeing someone so huge.

"Oh my god! Emmett McCarthy?! Emmett McCarthy from the Seattle Seahawks! This is the most amazing day ever! I love watching you play! You are so wonderful and I think you look just…AMAZING…in your uniform!" Jessica was a screamer. Wow.

Emmett McCarthy? I didn't really follow the game, but I had heard his name before. He was one of the best defensive ends in the league, whatever that meant, and played for the football team in my home state. I totally wouldn't have expected him to look like that. Big and massive? Yes. But like he was a kid in a candy store? No. Where was that gruff exterior that football players tended to have?

Don't judge a book by its cover, Bella.

I guess I know to not get on his bad side. I'm sure he could pack a wallop.

Emmett just smiled, apparently used to the attention, and strode forward to meet everyone. Jessica was practically a time bomb waiting to go off. I could see her shaking with anticipation as he drew near. Jessica took it upon herself to introduce the group again, skipping my last name since I never gave it to her before, the small talk began once more, with the focus being mainly on Emmett.

He had a booming laugh that made you jump the first time you heard it, but it was so warm. He didn't seem to mind the clingy nature that Jessica had taken on, and Mike looked at him as if he were his hero. It was kind of sweet.

Jacob pulled his attention back to me once more and I tried to ignore his stares and focus on what Emmett was saying. He inched his way closer to me and was about to initiate a conversation when the door opened again.

I recognized Tom Bergeron, the host of DWTS immediately. I had seen him whe he would announce the contestants on previous seasons of the show on national television, but I had never seen him actually host the show. I still hadn't seen the show, no matter how many times Angela pushed me to watch clips. I had seen enough photos to know that this wasn't really my thing, but too late now.

But I wasn't thrown by seeing Tom. It was the line of people following him that stunned me as they were five of the most beautiful people I had ever laid eyes on.

The first person who caught my eye was a petite woman who had black hair in a short but stylish cut. She looked like Tinkerbelle. She was adorable, with an eye for fashion, as she was dressed in the poshest of clothes. I was getting images of Audrey Hepburn when I looked at her. She held a wide smile on her face and appeared to be hopping closer to us in excitement instead of walking. She and I made eye contact at one point and responded to her contagious smile with one of my own.

Behind her was a handsome man with blond hair who held hands with the little pixie. He was dressed down in comparison to her, wearing jeans and a simple long sleeve henley with a pair of well worn cowboy boots. He had an easy and serene look on his face. My first impression was that he was fairly mellow for a guy who was attached to a hyperactive doll.

A drop dead gorgeous blond woman followed behind the couple. She could stop traffic without a doubt. Just looking at her made me want to crawl up into a little ball and hide. No one would be looking at me if she was in the vicinity, as if they would have to begin with. She had a set of heels on her feet that I would have deemed stripper shoes, but she made them look classy. I glanced over at Jessica, who wore similar shoes and noticed a very envious look on her face. Emmett, however, looked like he was about to pass out. He stared at this woman so intently. I thought he might fall over.

The fourth person who walked through the door was yet another beautiful woman. Hell, I would never catch a break. Why did they want me here again? She had long, beautiful strawberry blonde hair that caught the light brilliantly and was a lovely color against her pale ivory skin. What I did notice was her overt confidence as she walked towards us, similar to what I noticed with Jessica when I first met her. It wasn't an attractive look on either of them. The blond woman in front of her, knocked them both out of the park.

Finally I settled my eyes on the final person in the line. He was tall, but not as tall as Jacob. He was muscular, but not as bulky as Emmett. He wore a pair of black jeans that fit his legs perfectly and a green button up shirt that hugged his body in all of the right places. His face had very defined, angular features and his hair was a warm rusty red. More bronze than anything. Lastly, I looked into his eyes, which was a big mistake. Two orbs of green were staring right back at me and I felt completely mesmerized.

There in front of me was the most perfect man I had ever laid eyes on and he took my breath away.


Thoughts?! I've adjusted some of my descriptions to be a bit clearer and more colorful. I hope you are enjoying it!