This chapter is dedicated to "Pianolinist" your review made my whole day and I'm glad you enjoyed my story that much.

This chapter was inspired mainly by the song "Swing" written by Savage Feat and Soulja Boy and all of the music written by the Blues Brothers. Just in case you want something to listen to while you read.
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The next chapter is going to be the start of the dreadful "Vegas Call Backs"….Bum, Bum, Bum!

Chapter 3: Break a Leg

POV-Bella

"Ooo look at that one Bella he's cute."

A few weeks later, Summer and I were lounging on the bed in my room watching the last week of auditions as it airred on TV. Only eighteen dancers from Phoenix had made it to the next round and so far the auditions in Seattle were going no better.

"Yeah he is, you think he takes steroids?"

I made my voice sarcastic but there was some real question there. The boy who had just entered the judge's room was huge! He had short, curly black hair and had to be at least six feet tall. He introduced himself as Emmett Cullen and he would be doing a Hip-Hop routine for the Judges.

"You think he'll make it?"

Summer asked as she pushed our bucket of popcorn closer to me. I stuck a piece in my mouth and looked down at our list. We were keeping a list of the names of all the dancers who had made it to the second round so far. My mom thought it was kind of stalkerish but we just thought of it as researching the competition.

"I don't know. No one else has."

They must have shown us at least a dozen auditions so far but, none of the Washington hopefuls had been what the judges were looking for.

Emmett nodded to the man working music and "Swing" by: Savage Feat and Soulja Boy started playing. I stared open mouthed as he started moving to the music. Summer was shaking at my side as she giggled and about half way through the song she fell off the bed.

"Oh My God!?!"

She said slowly pulling herself back up our eyes completely glued to the screen. I nodded along and stuck another piece of popcorn in my mouth. He was amazing! I hadn't been sure a guy could shake his hips like that but, apparently they could. Or maybe a better thing to say was apparently "he" could shake his hips like that.

He dropped, thrusted and swung with the music as the judges watched. They looked about as dumb struck as we were. As the music came to an end, Emmett turned to face the judges and took a deep bow. A smile that could have rivaled Summers painted across his face. He was breathing hard and I noticed that one of his dimples was slightly smaller than the other. It was cute.

"Damn." Summer commented as the judges clapped and took a second to compose themselves. Once they were done Mary raised her hand and said-

"I want him in Vegas." Then she screamed.

Nigel nodded his agreement and they looked over at Courtney waiting for her opinion on Emmett's dance. She hesitated for a second, stunned into silence, before nodding her head and smiling at him.

"Most Definitely, welcome to Vegas Emmett."

Emmett did a little dance and actually gave Mary a hug before grabbing his ticket and bounding out the door. He jumped over to a group of people who were probably his family before shouting the signature "I'm going to Vegas" line at the camera.

I added his name to the list and Summer put a little star next to it.

"What's the star for?"

"People I want you to get as a partner on the show. He's hot Bella! I could totally see you dancing with him. And you wouldn't have to worry about him dropping you on any lifts. He's build like a tank."

I giggled as she drooled over the TV, where Emmett was still dancing around. "What if I got him as a partner and then picked ballet as our style for the week? Something about him makes me think he wouldn't be very good at Ballet."

She shrugged. "You suck at Ballet too so it wouldn't make a difference. You better pray to every God you know that you don't draw Ballet out of the hat."

"True." Ballet was the first style of dance I had ever taken as a young girl and it was the only one I couldn't do, for whatever reason I had never been able to master the slow delicate dancing. I preferred to move faster and had an easier time keeping a faster tempo.

We turned back to the TV as the next dancer came onto the stage and Summer let out a low whistle as we both leaned close to the screen.

"Speaking of hot, check him out Bella."

I was checking him out. The next dancer that came on stage was a boy about my age with messy, reddish brown hair. He was shorter than Emmett and his muscle was leaner, rather then bulky like Emmett's had been. He was wearing black dress pants and a black hat with a dark blue button-up shirt. The shirt's dark tone matched the color of the dress his partner was wearing.

He introduced himself as Edward Cullen and he and his partner would be performing a Latin style Cha-Cha for the judges. His partner was named Tanya and she was a friend of his from the school where they took lessons. She was using this performance as her audition too.

Tanya looked to be about 5'7 in height but the heels she was wearing made her even with Edward. The dress she had on was an elegant, floor length, formal number. It was held up by two thin straps and the neck line plunged to her belly button held closed by a diamond clasp. A slit ran up the center of the dress leaving only a few inches of skin concealed.

"I hope she's wearing a leotard." Summer commented, wrinkling her nose at the dress.

"Me too."

"I bet he makes it." Summer said.

"I certainly hope so." I agreed.

He was absolutely breath taking. His eyes were the brightest shade of green I had ever seen on a man and he liked Latin style dancing. A more rational part of me was feeling stupid for drooling over a man I didn't know and another part of me was telling the more rational side to shut up and let me dream.

"He said his last name was Cullen. Do you think he's related to Emmett?"

I shrugged, my eyes glued to the screen. "Probably, that's a pretty unusual name. They don't look alike though."

"Well, if he can dance anything like his brother he'll get on for sure."

I knocked on my wooden bedside table and playfully hit Summer's shoulder. "Don't jinx him." She rolled her eyes at my superstition and turned back to the TV.

Edward and his partner took their opening stance and the music began. There were no words in the music but it was definitely Latin. You could hear a Spanish guitar, and a trumpet as well as a grand piano playing and they moved perfectly together.

The Cha-Cha was slower than most Latin dances. It focused on precision and tricks performed seamlessly by both partners. Edward was leading as he and Tanya twisted and spun around the stage. The music picked up tempo and Tanya spun away from him only to return and have Edward throw her into a lift.

Tanya landed on Edward's shoulder then flipped backwards and landed behind him. She spun him around and he proceeded to lift her up and flip her right back. They picked up a faster set of steps and for her last move Tanya took the hat right off Edward's head and placed it on her own mess of strawberry blond curls.

The judges made a few comments and pointed out one spot in the dance where Tanya had fallen a half a beat behind. Mary was impressed by how Tanya had fixed her mistake and soon Courtney presented them both with plane tickets to Las Vegas.

Tanya screamed and launched herself into Nigel's arms only releasing him when Edward took her hand and lead her back into the hall. Tanya screamed again when they got into the hall and Emmett was there with a small group waiting for them.

"You'll have to be careful of those two Bella. I'll bet they work together on the show."

"You think so?"

"We would have helped each other if I had gotten a ticket." She pointed out and added both of their names to our growing list. She drew a small line connecting their names so we wouldn't forget that they knew each other and then left to make more popcorn.

As the show continued, eleven more dancers from Washington made it to the Vegas callbacks. Among them was a girl with black hair named Jessica who danced Contemporary and a boy with long blond hair named James.

"Put a mark next to that one." Summer suggested pointing to another girl who had danced Contemporary for the judges. I didn't remember her routine too well but I knew her face. She had light blue eyes, her cheeks were covered in freckles and her hair had been blaze red.

"Why?"

"I didn't like her."

I chuckled and put a tiny frowning face next to her name. I took the tape out and made arrangements to meet at Summer's house the following day to watch the next set of auditions.

We watched auditions take place in: Austin, Texas, Miami, Florida, Boston, Massachusetts, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Chicago, and New York City. By the time the last dancers New York had to offer were finished dancing, a total of 164 tickets had been given to people who had advanced to the second round in Las Vegas.

I flipped off the TV and gave a hopeless glance at my suit cases which were lined up by the door waiting for me. I was leaving tomorrow morning and the more I watched the more pointless this all seemed.

"A hundred and sixty four dancers Summer. Do you really think I have a chance against that many people?"

I glanced down at the list in front of me. Six of the dancers had been awarded Summer's frowning face of disapproval, every other boy had a star next to their name signifying hotness and twenty seven of the dancers had exclamation points next to them. The ones with exclamation points were ones Summer wanted me to watch out for.

"You're going to do fine Bella." She scooted over and wrapped her arms around my waist. "It's going to be hard. No one said it was easy. But, this is what you want to do isn't it?"

I pulled away from her. "Of course it is. You know I want to dance more than anything."

"Then stop worrying about it Bella. If you think you're going to lose you will lose. You have to go Vegas and kick as much ass as you can then when you get back you can audition for Julliard again. With the show on your transcript they can't say no."

I rolled my eyes and folded our list up. My last audition to Julliard had been a disaster and I wasn't sure I wanted to try again. There were plenty of other schools in the country that were equipped to give me a degree in dance and probably some that were better suited for someone who liked Latin and Hip-Hop.

I tucked the list into my backpack and grabbed my pillow from my bed. Summer and I were having a sleep over before I left and we had piled almost every blanket and pillow in the house on the floor in my room to make a sort of nest for ourselves. This had been a weekly tradition for as long as I could remember.

"Let's watch the Austin auditions again."

Summer groaned. "We've watched it four times already Bella."

"I want to see it one more time. Those blonde twins are going to be hard to beat." Thirty seven people had been chosen from Austin and out of them two had really stuck out. The first was a honey blonde boy with dark blue eyes named Jasper. He and his twin sister Rosalie had blown the judges away one after another even with their radically different styles.

Rosalie looked like a love child born from Madonna and Fred Astaire. She was blonde, most of her height came from two perfectly sculpted legs and her Hip-Hop dance had been dangerously sexy. The only thing in the room hotter than her confident moves was the scanty little thing she had tried to call a dress. The judges had hardly spoken before they handed her a ticket and she strutted off the stage in four inch, blood red heels.

Her brother was a head taller and shared her blonde colored hair. He had performed a freestyle Jazz routine to the Blues Brothers and blown the judges away. I was pretty sure during his whole audition he had only spoken five or six words but he walked out with a ticket just like his sister. I labeled him 'silent but deadly' on the list.

Summer hit the eject button and took the tape back out. "You should get some sleep Bella. Watching them won't make you better than they are. You need to be in tip top shape for when you arrive in Vegas. You never know what the judges are going to spring on you. Remember it's not "America's best dancer" their looking for, its "Americas favorite dancer". You're so much fun to watch Bell--everyone around you can feel the emotion you put into your work."

I scowled at her. "What about that little Jazz dancer from New York? How am I going to beat her? The judges loved her."

Sixty people had moved on to the second round from New York and the one who stood out the most was a girl hardly five feet high. She had spiky black hair, intelligent green eyes, and a lot of attitude.

She had told the judges her size was one of her biggest tools since people tended to underestimate short dancers and from the way her audition went I was determined not to make that mistake with her. She was going to be a force to be reckoned with.

"You'll meet her and the others tomorrow in Las Vegas." Summer kicked my pillow at me and hit the lights. "Go to sleep."

I tossed and turned for a long time running over all of the dancers I could remember. There had been two boys from Minnesota who had passed with ballroom auditions. Another girl from Atlanta had done a Broadway dance to "Steam Clean" from The Pajama Game. Every dance style I could think of had won a ticket to Vegas.

I rolled over and heard Summer sigh. "If I put the Austin auditions in will you try to get some sleep?" She mumbled into her pillow.

I sat up as quickly as I could and grabbed the popcorn bowl. "Yes! I promise! Put it in."

"Lay down first. You can't sleep if you're sitting up."

I grumbled a little bit but laid down so I could still see the TV. Summer stuck our tape of the Austin auditions in and somewhere in the middle I finally fell asleep. My dreams were colorful. I couldn't remember too much except for a bunch of faces. After three weeks of nothing that didn't involve dancing and watching my competition I had memorized the faces of practically all the other dancers. At least the ones they had shown on the TV.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when summer was shaking my shoulder. "Bella? Bella you've got to get up now."

I rolled away from her. "Five more minutes."

"No, you already over slept because you wouldn't go to bed last night. Get some clothes on or Renee and I will drag you to the airport in your PJ's."

I jumped to my feet and got tangled in the sheet I had been sleeping with. I was going to Las Vegas today! I tried to untangle myself and tripped over my pillow. As I finally managed to get to my feet Summer slumped to her knees giggling at me.

"I'm glad you find my pain so humorous."

"Oh Bella" She sighed. "I'm going to miss you so much." Summer stood up and gave me a big hug. When she pulled back she shoved a pair of jeans and a shirt into my hands and ordered me to be ready and down stairs in five minutes.

I pulled the clothes on and made myself presentable with enough time to grab a piece of toast before my mom pulled me out the door.

Phil was driving and I road in the back seat with Summer as we made our way to the airport. It took an hour to get through baggage and security and for all the rush we had been in we still found ourselves in the terminal an hour before boarding was supposed to start.

"Bella! Bella behind you! Turn around! Over here!"

I spun around and found Erik racing at me down the hall. Sam was only a step behind him and within seconds I was being pulled into a bone crushing hug. I wouldn't have thought stringy little Erik had that much muscle on him.

"Can you believe it's finally time?" Erik yelled, passing me off to Sam for another hug.

Erik and I had been in almost constant communication since our auditions and it amazed me that his enthusiasm never seemed to die. Sam had let me go and moved to give Summer a hug. They hadn't stopped talking since the auditions either and whenever I brought it up Summer would give me a dirty look and say that they were just friends.

Sam, Erik, Phil, Renee, Summer and I piled ourselves in a corner and talked while we waited for the plane to start boarding. I couldn't decide if time was moving too fast or too slow. The sooner we got on the plane, the sooner the competition would start, and the sooner I would see if I could stand up to some of the countries best dancers. The sooner I would have to leave my mom and best friend behind. The sooner my big chance to get known would start.

"Attention we are now boarding first class for flight 1092. North West Airlines, nonstop flight to Las Vegas, Nevada." I jumped as a flight attendant announced our flight and scrambled to my feet.

My mom pulled me into one last hug. "Calm down Bella you're going to do just fine. I love you honey."

She passed me to Phil and we hugged briefly. Phil was a good guy and Renee loved him but we weren't that close yet. "Good luck Bella."

"Thanks Phil."

Summer was in tears as she grabbed me away from my parents and claimed her hug time. "Bella I'm so happy for you. We're going to watch you on TV every week. Don't let the other dancers push you around and don't over work yourself. You're a great dancer and you need to believe that before anyone else will, Ok?"

"I promise."

"You've got your cell phone on you right?"

"It's in my back pocket."

"Good, text me when you land in Nevada."

"You can count on it."

The flight attendant called for business class seats and I stood in line with Erik and Sam. The flight attendant checked my ticket and I waved goodbye one last time.

"Good Luck in Vegas Bella. Break a leg!"

I gave Summer a thumbs up and boarded the plane. Erik and Sam had seats a few rows behind mine. I tucked my backpack under my seat and plugged my head phones in. I tuned out the attendant as she went over the emergency rules. With all of the planes I had used to go back and forth between my mom and dad's houses I had them memorized. My late night caught up with me on the plane and I fell asleep shortly after we were airborn, my head phones plugged into my ears.

I slept hard on the plane and it was the jolt of landing that finally woke me up. I grabbed my bag and tapped my toes impatiently as I waited for the people in front of me to move out of the way. I found Erik and Sam in the lobby and we got our things from baggage claim together.

"There's supposed to be someone here to take us to the hotel." Sam said scanning the room for some sign of who was waiting for us.

Erik pointed across the room to a small cluster of people. "I think that's them. They look like dancers."

"What is your definition of dancer?" I asked as I looked over the group. They were all from our plane and I felt stupid for not thinking of it earlier. All of the dancers who lived in Phoenix were probably on that plane and I hadn't even tried to spot them.

The man at the center of the group stepped forward and I could see the sign he was holding. It read "So You Think You Can Dance".

"Looks like our ride alright." Sam led the way and we walked over to them.

There were five dancers already there, three girls and two boys. We waited a moment longer and were joined by one more girl. She had soft brown hair and was an inch taller than I was. The driver looked over our group then pulled out a list of names.

"Jennifer?"

A girl with long black hair jumped to her feet, startled. "Here." She realized what the driver was doing and sat back down on her suitcase. The driver went over the rest of his list calling names and every one responded.

"Alex?" "Here"

"Sam?" "Over here"

"Tracy?" "I'm here."

"Erik?" "Yo"

"Isabella?" "Just Bella" Why was the whole world determined to use my full name?

"Bradley" "Here"

"Jason?" "Here"

"And lastly, where is Angela Webber?" The girl with brown hair standing next to me smiled as he said her name. "Here, finally."

Our small group followed the driver outside and found a small limo waiting for us.

"Wow! Check out the ride."

"Nice"

Two men loaded our things into the trunk and then held the door open as we all climbed inside. The interior was black leather and small lights were lined along the seats. Angela was the last one in and she glanced around nervously, unsure of where to sit. I caught her eye and patted the seat next to me, inviting her in. She smiled warmly at me and quickly claimed the seat at my side.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"You're Isabella right?"

"Just Bella, yes."

"I saw your audition. It was great. I'm Angela by the way."

"Thanks, it's nice to meet you."

Most of the limo was trying to make small talk. Erik had his nose pressed against the glass and he was the first one to spot the hotel.

"Look there it is!"

Everyone crowded around the window and we watched as our home for the next few weeks came into view. Hopefully it would be my home for the next three months. First I had to out dance everyone in this limo and all of the other dancers waiting inside. My feet were already sore.

~Darkrose

Wow! The inspiration for this story just won't stop. I already have ideas for "The Terrible Callbacks" and the top twenty group dance. I love reviews so please feel free to leave one. It's nice to know when others are taking the time to read your story and even nicer when they like what they see.

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