Victorious

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OK- you guys are seriously cracking me up with your reviews. My poor family has no dinner as I try and write this next chapter. I hope you like it. I feel a bunch of pressure! OK I hope you like the song I picked for Bella- I think you can tell from the end of last chapter it's not your typical stripper song but I just couldn't see her doing that. Alice and Rosalie will come through in the end and their song (some of you have guessed correctly already) is funny. Enjoy...

BPOV

I could hear the first few notes of 'When you're Gone' by Avril Lavigne before the curtain came up. Rosalie had picked it for me so I could dance without killing myself. I channeled my inner ballerina that I hadn't seen in many years. I tried to remember all the spins and lines I had learned in ballet class to make my body look long and beautiful.

The curtain came up, and I took a deep breath. I kept my back to them, I wasn't read to look yet, I just might hurl. I swayed from side to side with the music at first and ran my hands down the sides of my body. After that, instincts took over. Some of Alice's lightness and Rosalie's grace must have rubbed off on me this weekend because I was able to move smoothly across the floor without falling off stage.

I still hadn't turned to face them yet, but I realized it was now or never. Slowly, I turned around. I kept my chin to my chest so my hair fell like a veil over my face. I sauntered my way over to the pole in the middle of the runway. I thought to myself 'Please don't hurt yourself, just do what the girls showed you backstage, it was easy. Grab the pole and spin, no pain, no bloodshed.' I grabbed the pole with my left hand, placed my foot at the base of the pole and allowed myself to free fall around it.

Amazingly, the next thing I knew I was standing right where I had started, I spun and didn't die. However during the spinning, my hair brushed away, exposing my face. I looked up and saw Emmett's face staring back at me. He let out a huge gasp and then his eyes nearly exploded from his head. Jasper was also facing me, but I knew the only thing he was looking at were his eyelids. He had a big smile on his face anticipating Edward's reaction. I took one more spin on the pole to get my confidence up, and then I turned to the table.

There he was, my Edward. He was sitting with his back to the stage, not wanting to see anymore of the evenings' shows. He was banging his hand on the table saying something to Emmett, but couldn't hear over the music yet. Emmett was paying no attention, he was staring at me and I don't think he was even breathing. I winked over at Amber and Bob the bouncer who were the only two people left in the room. They gave a thumbs up and left.

Alice's perfume trick must have worked because Edward's head didn't spin around as I crept closer to him. I raised my finger to my lips for Emmett to keep quiet and not say anything. I didn't want him to ruin the surprise. I wanted to see Edward's face when he figured it out, and from the looks of it, he was paying no attention to what was going on behind him.

I walked right to edge of the stage behind Edward's head and took off my little sailor hat and flung it onto the table at Emmett. He grabbed his chest like he was having a heart attack. I bent down right next to Edward's ear and sighed. "Come here often sailor?"

I could tell he stopped breathing before he turned around, probably from the horrible perfume Alice doused me in, but again, it worked and bought me the two seconds I needed to compose myself while he turned to face me.

I was inches away from his beautiful face but when he saw me. He had such a frightened look on his face like he was expecting a three headed dog to be standing behind him. He didn't move or say anything. I stood up and took a few steps back in case he was going to start yelling, but nothing. He look over at Emmett and then back at me. "Do you see her too Emmett or have I completely gone mental?" He must think he's hallucinating. I let out a chuckle.

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