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On with the show!

Five Golden Rings

Sunday the Twenty-First of December

I jumped out of bed this morning at the sound of a car horn.

BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEP.

As the horn became increasingly less patient, I'd jumped out of bed and peered through the curtains. I smiled as I saw Edward leaning against Carlisle's car, a casual grin on his face.

I quickly dressed and bolted to the front door; upon opening it I found myself face-to-face with Edward.

"Hi," I said breathlessly.

"Morning," he said, kissing me on the cheek. I felt my face flush.

"I brought breakfast for the road," he indicated to the small paper bag in his hands, "Blueberry bagels," he tempted.

I smiled, grabbed my coat and locked the door behind us. As we jumped into the car I asked, "Where are we going?"

"The Sullen Cullen," he answered, "Where else?" he added with a grin.

I felt myself smile. I seemed to do that a lot around Edward.

"Where's Charlie?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh, he had to go into work for something early this morning. He told me he'd meet me at The Sullen Cullen, apparently there's some big show happening tonight?"

Edward's grin widened, "Yeah, Charlie's always been a big fan," he said with a chuckle.

"What does this show involve?" I asked.

"You'll just have to wait and see," he winked.

At this I reached into the paper bag and grabbed a bagel. Just as I was taking the last bite, we were parked in the parking lot of the carnival.

As we walked through the gates, Edward bent down and whispered something in my ear, "We have to be quick – there are only four golden rings today."

"Five," I corrected him quietly.

"Four," he said.

"It's five," I insisted.

"Four."

"Look, do you want me to burst into song? It's five!"

"Yes, I know there are five in the song. But there are only four to find today."

I looked at him perplexed.

"You'll see," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the carousel.

Once we were there, he opened up a little box attached to the centre pole of the carousel which revealed countless little wires and metal parts. It looked like a very untidy and miniature car engine.

"Keep an eye out for Rosalie for me," he said as he started twisting a few of the wires around the strange metal object I'd seen him with yesterday.

As I was watching him, I heard a voice.

"Edward?"

Rosalie. Damnit! Gulp.

"Hi Rose!" he said, jumping down from the carousel after closing the door to the 'engine'.

"What were you doing?" she asked suspiciously.

Edward paused, "Just taking a look at the motor," he said.

"You won't get it running," she said in her usual icy tone, "I was working on it all day yesterday."

Edward turned and pressed a button on the control panel in front of him. The carousel started to spin.

The look on Rosalie's face was priceless. I tried to suppress my amusement. Then, the look changed, like she'd come to a brilliant conclusion.

"You did mess with it yesterday, didn't you?" she asked Edward suspicious, menace lacing her voice.

"Not at all Rose," Edward said politely, then he grabbed my hand and headed away from the carousel, "Perhaps you're losing your touch?" he called back to Rose as we darted away.

"Maybe you shouldn't say stuff like that to Rosalie," I suggested as Edward and I searched the Hall of Mirrors for one of the 'golden rings'.

"I'm sure she'll be in a better mood tonight," he said.

"Is the show that good?" I asked.

"Good enough to melt the ice queen?" he asked, "There's only one thing which can do that."

I waited for him to continue, when he didn't I just rolled my eyes.

"I saw that!" he said, watching me through one of the many mirrors. I poked my tongue out.

"I saw that too!" he said as he whipped around and started tickling me. I laughed uncontrollably for a few seconds before he stopped to let me breathe. I panted and leaned into his chest for support.

"Let's go," he said, looking down at me. I leant back from him reluctantly and we walked out of the Hall of Mirrors.

We spent most of the day dodging other Carnies who were looking for help to set up for the show and searching for a ring – to no avail.

Soon enough Edward did have to go and help set up – he wouldn't let me join him because, "It would ruin the surprise," apparently. So I sat outside the big top for a while, watching Carnies that I didn't recognise (and a few that I did) carry things in and out of the tent.

Before I knew it, the sun had given way to a multitude of stars. I was staring up at the sky when I felt a hand gently grab my own.

"The show's about to start," Edward said quietly.

I exhaled quietly and stood up allowing Edward to lead me into the tent. We sat on seats in the middle of the crowd, as Edward informed me that this was best for seeing both the tightrope performances and the magician. I asked why Edward wasn't in the show. He laughed.

"It's not really my thing," came his answer.

Across the tent I spotted Charlie seated with Billy and Jacob. I waved. Edward followed my line of sight and waved too. I was surprised to see that Jacob had waved back at Edward. I guess they were over their 'guy thing'.

The lights suddenly dimmed and a spotlight showed us Carlisle walking towards the centre of the tent, dressed in a highly amusing red ringmaster's costume.

"Welcome," his voice boomed, "to The Sullen Cullen! We are here tonight to present to you our annual Christmas show Five Golden Rings! Let me introduce you to our leading performers for the evening..."

The spotlight moved to the little doorway underneath the opposite grandstand.

Carlisle then introduced the audience to a very enthusiastic and graceful Alice, dressed as she had been the night I'd seen her in the sword throwing act. Then Jasper, who was smiling – only slightly – and managed to win over the ladies in the crowd with a simple wave of his hand. Next came a string of Carnies I'd never met before – everything from the lion tamer to the magician. Last, but not least, came Emmett – juggling about seven oddly shaped bottles as he rode in on a unicycle.

"He's a very modest clown," came Carlisle's retort as Emmett stacked the unicycle and the bottles fell with a crash around him. He smiled under the clown makeup and the audience laughed.

The first act was Alice walking the tightrope. She was wearing a golden tutu over her leotard as she carried a silver umbrella and walked to and fro on the tightrope high up in the tent. She flipped and spun in a mystifying way which made me feel like I was a character in a dream. I didn't even have the sense to be scared for her. At the end of the act, she bowed atop the tightrope and skipped lightly down the ladder. The audience thundered with applause.

The next act was the magician. A very stereotypical and entertaining magician – complete with a top hat and a rabbit. His act flowed perfectly on to Alice and Jasper's sword throwing act.

At the end of their act, when the audience was calling for an encore as Alice and Jasper bowed, hand-in-hand, Alice reached up on her tiptoes and kissed Jasper lightly on the lips. Edward wolf-whistled next to me as Jasper's eyes lit up and they continued bowing, walking slowly off-stage – still holding hands. I think I cheered the loudest at this point.

After a few more performances which included some fire twirlers and the lion tamer, Carlisle came on and announced that the last act was up next. Emmett's act.

It was light-hearted and lots of fun – including audience participation by the children in the front row. The audience was holding their stomachs in laughter by the end of the performance. One poor businessman in the front row landed a cream pie in the face as the final note played in the music. Applause and cheers shook the tent.

At that moment, the roof of the tent seemed to be lifting. It had split right down the centre and it seemed as if it were controlled by mechanics as the two halves lifted open like doors. The applause died down as everyone tilted their heads skyward to see the suddenly exposed stars. It was then that I caught sight of Rosalie, manning the controls of what I assumed was the roof, in a little box at the bottom of the grandstand. Then I heard Emmett's booming voice.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" he said, "I hope you all enjoyed the show!"

He was answered with more applause, as it died down he continued.

"I have a confession to make," he said, "I know a lot of you were looking for the fifth 'golden ring' today. My confession is that I had it all along."

I looked at Edward, who was watching my reaction. I gave him my best questioning glare, but he turned back to Emmett.

"You see, there's something rather important I thought I'd do with it tonight."

Was he about to do what I think he was about to do?

Emmett walked over to the control box Rosalie was seated in and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the box.

He bent down on one knee.

I gasped and saw Edward turn to me in my peripheral vision.

"Rosalie Hale," Emmett said quietly, but it was easy to hear every word, the audience had gone so quiet that you could've heard a pin drop, "I love you more than anything else in the world. Would you be so stupid as to make this clown even happier by marrying it?"

With that he pulled a golden ring from inside his pocket and offered it to Rosalie. When she didn't say anything he stood up. She kissed him and said, "If it's a stupid thing to marry you than you can call me the thickest person on the planet."

She kissed him again and the crowd burst into applause. Some wolf-whistled and others cheered. I clapped along with the rest, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The applause eventually died down and the crowd began to leave.

Edward turned me towards him as he pulled something out of his pocket. He removed his hand, holding a ring identical to the one Emmett had just given Rosalie.

"Don't worry," he said quickly, "I'm not proposing."

I laughed.

He placed the ring in my hand, "A golden ring for your collection," he said smiling.

By now, most of the crowd had left the tent. Edward and I still stood facing each other in the stands.

"It's not much of a collection without a piper piping and a goose a-laying," I joked.

He grinned, "I don't think I'd notice if you stole a couple from my collection."

It went quiet as Edward leaned towards me. I mirrored him perfectly. My heart was racing so fast that I swore Edward would have to have been able to hear it.

He placed his hand softly against my cheek –

BANG!

We snapped apart and looked up just in time to see the culprit of the interruption. A golden firework. It was followed by a brilliant red and green one. The display went on for several minutes – all in Christmas colours – before everything went back to silence, which now seemed more deafening than the fireworks.

Edward smiled at me, "Charlie will be waiting for you," he said with smouldering eyes.

I nodded, unable to gain complete control of my vocal chords at this point in time.

The car ride back with Charlie went by quickly as we discussed the best parts of the show.

And I went to sleep that night, dreaming of Edward again.

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