Chapter 8:
She had been in a dream. She was in a dark abyss, completely hidden from light, surrounded by intense heat. But strangely enough…she liked it.
It was peaceful.
It was beautiful.
It was…it was…
It was 7:45 pm!
"Oh my God," Kim said as she fell off the bed. Edward was staring at her, as usual. He was awake the whole time, no doubt.
"Edward? Why didn't you wake me?" she said, blushing as she pulled the purple cover over herself.
"I didn't want to."
"Well, why not?"
"You reminded me of an angel, in your sleep."
She felt a smile destroy her frown. She could forgive him, just this once.
"Well, we have to get ready. Quick."
She pulled on her dress and put on his clothes for him, still blushing the entire time, surprisingly. She combed back his hair, struggling to get each strand of hair into place. She took a step back to take one last look at him. His skin seemed more human and far less pale after what had happened about an hour ago. The ensemble he was wearing did well to conceal his eerie, thin body. He looked so…normal. The only unnatural looking parts of him were those scissors replacing his hands and the massive amount of jagged scars on his face. Aside from that, he looked like the perfect human, his deep eyes penetrating through any and every person's soul.
"Okay, let's go".
It was 8:20 when they got to the theater. They would've gotten there sooner, but with New York's busy night life, they kept on getting stopped by passing people and asked all sorts of questions, like "How long have you had those scissors for hands?" and "Would you cut up this one guy up for me…?". One person even thought Edward was some kind of terrorist. People could be so stupid sometimes.
"You're late", the director said, when they arrived, catching their breath.
"Yes, I know, we're really sorry, but-"
"It's alright, no problem." A new voice entered into the conversation. It belonged to a man, in his twenties, with a bright smile and longish brown hair that slightly fell into his face. Kim thought he looked pretty attractive, but wanted to slap herself for even thinking that. She was already in love.
The man held out his hand to her.
"What happened to 'we don't need him' and 'I'm not waiting a moment longer?', son?", the director cut in, laughing.
"Well, you didn't tell me such a lovely young lady was coming. Hello. My name is Leon, you can call me Leon."
Kim couldn't help but laugh at this. What was happening to her?
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kim, and this is Edward, who's here to show you that's he's perfect for your crew."
"Well, yes, I know all about that, and I'm sure he must be tired, so I'll just agree to give him the job, on one condition."
"And what condition is that?"
"I want to see you dance."
"…Are you kidding?"
"Hardly. Judging by your body, you seem like you've danced before, am I correct?"
"Well, yes, I used to take dance lessons for cheerleading, but I stopped doing it a while ago."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Different things started to interest me. The whole cheerleading thing became so shallow to me," she said, turning her gaze to Edward and exchanging a quick smile.
"Well, can I see you dance anyway? We could always use more dancers-"
"No, actually we have more than enough", his father intervened finally.
"Well, ONE more couldn't hurt. So go on, Kim, and show us something. Anything."
"Well…" she looked at Edward, who made a faint smile and gestured her to do it.
"Okay."
She moved to the center of the stage. She tried to remember her most complex routine, complete with back flips and other rather impressive movements. She just had to remember the song…"Just Like Heaven" by the Cure. That was it.
The tune played inside her head, and she began to twist and turn her body. It felt really awkward dancing in a short black dress, but if it would get Edward the job for sure, she had to do it. She leapt from the left side of the stage to the right, everyone's eyes on her. She ended with a back flip, landing almost perfectly on her feet and raising her arms in the air.
"Bravo! Very nice! You're perfect for the job!"
"Job? I'm getting a job?"
"Yes, you'll be great. God, this show will be great: beautiful dancers, a wonderful storyline, a score by Danny Elfman, what could go wrong?"
"But son we have dancers. How are we going to fit her into our routines?"
"Look, if you can't afford to do that, we can always get Danny to compose another song especially for her."
"Okay, fine, she can stay, along with Edward."
Kim felt like she could just sprout wings and fly. She came over and gave Edward a hug in front of everyone.
"We did it," she said.
Little did they know that someone was watching them the entire time, hidden from view in the shadows.
"Little slut", the shadowed figure said to itself and walked away.