So You Think You Can Dance?

Someone to Watch Over Me

So, here we are ... starting a new story. I'm dreaming that it's summer time and the favorite thing about summer time, besides the longer days and warmer weather is the return of my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance? I love it ... the beauty, artistry and athleticism is amazing. Plus, the music they play? Damn ... makes me happy.

Now, I'm doing something that I normally don't do, having multiple POVs in one chapter. I have done it other stories, but during situations where it was like the climax or the epilogue, because it's not something that I like to do. I will be sticking with Edward and Bella. However, when I was planning out this chapter, and the subsequent chapters, the story would mainly revolve around Bella. As much as I like to focus on her character, I do want to make sure I include Edward in the mix. Soooooo, I could have done two shorter chapters or combine them into one longer chapter. I'd figure you'd like longer chapters with a combination of EPOV/BPOV.

You're welcome. *Snorts*

On that note ... onto the story.

Chapter Eight: Someone to Watch Over Me

EPOV

"What's with the scowl, Edward?" Emmett asked, sipping his beer. "Did someone piss in your Cheerios? Your girl did great! She was a favorite and ..."

"She did phenomenally, Emmett, but we had a moment interrupted by her best friend," I grumbled. "I was going to kiss her when Rose burst in, talking about spending some time in the pool."

"I'm assuming you didn't kiss her," Emmett said, arching a brow.

"You assume correctly," I sighed. "I was this close, Em. This CLOSE." I held up my fingers millimeters apart.

"It doesn't surprise me that Rose ruined the moment," he spat. "She is a total diva and a nosy busy body. I don't like her."

"Rose? She's not too bad and totally not a busy body. She's got shitty timing, but she's not a diva. She's hard as nails and Bella's best friend. They have been through a lot together. The diva, however, that would be Alice Brandon," I deadpanned.

"True," Emmett replied. "She's been nothing but a pain in the ass to her cast mates. Bella, in particular, is dealing with the brunt of her divaness."

"She told me," I frowned. "Alice is so fucking manipulative. I'm afraid that she's going to do something to Bella. Sabotage her or ruin her chances to win."

"Have you expressed your concerns to Alistair?"

"I told him about Alice during callbacks, but he said that regardless of her character, she was a hell of a dancer," I sighed. "I'm not going to deny her talent, but I just hope that Bella doesn't get burned by her."

"From what I've heard, Bella ain't taking shit from Alice," Emmett snickered. "But, I'd keep a close watch on her, just to be safe."

I nodded. "Who do you think is going to be eliminated tomorrow, Em?"

"I don't know. There were a few performances that were subpar. Chelsea and Ben's jive was awkward. They had no chemistry and neither one of them looked comfortable with the choreography," Emmett said, sitting back on the couch. "But, I think the worst couple was Kate and Garrett."

"Their Broadway number was a hot mess. I can't believe that Garrett dropped her," I shuddered. "They are beautiful dancers and it was shocking to see them look so disjointed."

"It was a difficult lift. I'm surprised that Spencer put such a challenging lift into the choreography," Emmett said. "During the first week?"

"I guess they're weeding out the weak links," I suggested.