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Chapter 9:

"Kim!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Focus! You were looking somewhere else and messed the rest of the dancers up! AGAIN!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Get it right this time!"

She smiled politely, turning it into a grimace when the director turned his head. Only about a week since starting the job, and she was already beginning to despise it. And it wasn't because of the intense dance rehearsals, either.

"Oh Edward, please be careful when making that set piece. You wouldn't want it to fall on me while I'm singing!"

That was why.

Pamela's already loud voice echoed on the stage. All the time. The worst part was her shrill little laugh, the phoniest noise that could ever reach a human ear. When she wasn't singing one of her solos, she was clinging to Edward while he made the sets, saying virtually every unimportant thing that popped into her head.

"I think my hair grew a little. Can you cut it again for me?"

"My, those things are sharp. Careful, don't stab my heart!"

But the one Kim hated the most was this one:

"You're so good at cutting hair, why don't you cut your own?"

The phrase itself was already kind of offensive, but what made it worse was that Pamela would always follow it by running her bony hand through Edward's bushy black hair.

"No, I like it better when it's long.", she would finish. And she would always look to see if Kim was watching and smile a mean, fake smile. That made Kim's blood boil the most.

But she knew the only reasons Edward didn't do anything were because he was too polite and shy, and if he used his hands to push her away he could seriously injure her and that would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. At least, she hoped they were. No, no, she KNEW they were. She just knew it.

Quite honestly, she was amazed he didn't react angrily and always managed to suppress his feelings with a little nod. She honored him for that. If she had razorblades for hands she would slice and dice that little-

She shook her head to get the thoughts out. She was surprising herself. All this jealously, and for what? Edward loved her. Edward loved-

"KIM!"

Oh no. She messed up again.

"Father, relax. She'll get it right."

"Son, I love you and all, but she's causing far more trouble than her worth!"

Pamela suddenly jumped in.

"If you want to hear MY opinion, I think that if SOME PEOPLE can't get their parts right, then SOME PEOPLE should be let go."

Kim saw Edward staring at the whole spectacle. He slowly raised his arm up, inches away from Pamela's big blonde head. He wasn't about to let anyone step over Kim like that!

"Oh, God, don't. Please don't hurt her. It's alright, she's not hurting me", Kim thought to herself as she shook her head, looking straight at him.

Edward took his anger and pain out on the piece of scenery next to him. He drove his blades into the replica of Frankenstein's home, a piece he had been working on for the whole day. But everyone was too focused on Kim to notice it.

"See? She's not even listening to us!"

"I'm telling you, the only good thing she did was bring Edward. She's just not good enough for the Broadway world, I suppose," Pamela said as she puffed her hair.

Kim suddenly had had enough.

"Well, if SOMEONE wasn't busy flirting with MY boyfriend, I'd be focusing a lot more!"

Pamela staggered back. So did Edward. Boyfriend?

"Boyfriend? Why, on earth, would an exceptional designer, like Edward, EVER go out with a gothic, talentless freak like you?"

Kim felt moistness on her eyes. Damn, why was she crying? But…but she couldn't stop.

"Oh, are you going to cry now?"

Edward couldn't find anything to say. He just lashed his other hand into the scenery. If he had said anything, he would end up killing Pamela. Literally.

"Pamela, shut your dirty mouth."

Kim felt the tears dry up.

Leon looked straight into Pamela's eyes.

"In my opinion, you should be fired."

Before Pamela had time to react, a loud crashing noise was heard from the far end of the stage. The scenery fell to pieces at Edward's feet, causing all heads to turn to him.

"I'm…I'm sorry."

Leon took in a deep breath.

"Alright…Edward, rebuild the piece…dancers, take a break…Kim, try to focus more…and Pamela, since you're feeling SO confident today how about we pick up from your second song, hmm? Come on, come closer so I can hear you."

The day went by a lot quicker after that. Kim worked hard not to think about Pamela or Edward, and she did do a lot better. Both directors seemed to, by the end of the day, regain their trust for her.

She and Edward also got their first paychecks that day. So it wasn't so bad.

On the way to their apartment, which they had moved into a few days ago, Edward's curiosity got the best of him.

"Kim?"

"Yes?"

"When you said I was your boyfriend…"

"Oh, that. Well, you are, aren't you?"

"I…I don't know…I don't really know what it means…"

"Edward?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"And I love you back. See, when that happens, people tend to want to stay together and be devoted to only each other. So that's what 'going out' is."

"So… you want to do that, then?"

"Yes, of course. I want to stay with you. Forever. With no one ever getting in the way again."

Edward couldn't help but smile at this.

"But, I think now, that we have everything we need, we should invite Jonathon Price to stay with us."

Yay! Chapter 9 is complete!