So You Think You Can Dance?

Fuego

Plus, a quarter of a million bucks and a featured part on a Broadway production was also pretty fucking sweet.

Not to mention several other Latin dancers got kick-ass gigs on Dancing with the Stars which meant even more money and working with celebrities. More notoriety. I was in this for me, for Alice. Fuck everyone else.

"Alice, you're spacing out, darlin," Jasper drawled. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just thinking about the upcoming performance. I'm nervous about my duet. I'm doing contemporary," I grumbled, wrinkling my nose. "It feels weird to be on the stage on my bare feet. How can they stand it? I mean, it's gross. Give me heels any day."

"I'm with you. Give me my tap shoes and I'm a happy camper," Jasper chuckled. "Though, this week, I'm doing a cha-cha. It's rough. After my rehearsal with the guys, I'm working with Tia to get this middle part. I suck at that shit."

"I can help you, Jazzy," I said. Okay, maybe I did have a heart. Jasper, while friends with Bella, was a sweet guy. He even forgave me for my faux-pas when I slept with the Cameron the Camera Guy to get that doctored footage of me and Edward. It really did look like we were fucking, especially with the moaning and grunting. But, she didn't buy it. Well, she did for a moment but Edward pulled some strings, showing her what really happened. Alistair called me into his office and said that I should be eliminated on principle, but the votes I'd received were staggering. One more toe out of line, and I'd be out. So, I had to behave.

No more screwing the camera guys. But, I had to figure out a way to get Bella eliminated, either by injury or by fucking up. I had to win and no one is going to stop me, especially not her.

xx SYTYCD xx

BPOV

"Is it me or is Alice acting more secretive?" Rose asked as we sat down during our final rehearsal with Sonya. "She's being all weird."

"Define weird," I said, stretching out my knee. It had been tight the past few days. The therapists worked with me to keep it loose, but it was still bothering me. Plus, the rare three days of rain in Los Angeles was the main culprit along with the insane rehearsal schedule.

"Weird, like on the phone all of the time and acting nice to most of us ... well, except you," Rose replied, arching a perfectly sculpted brow toward me.

"That's normal, Rose," I snorted. "I'm used to her snide comments, ire-filled glares and sneaky behavior. I constantly have my eye on her since she's such a bitch. I don't want her to try something that would cause me permanent damage. You know?"

"Have you heard from your incubator?" Rose questioned, taking a healthy swig of her water.

"Oh, yes. She's bitching about everything, but I'm not really talking to her. I just delete her voicemails and erase her text messages. However, I've seen a few of them before they were erased from my phone. Why did she come if all she was going to do was complain?" I sighed, confused as hell. Shaking my head and tossing my sweaty hair up into a messy, sloppy bun, I leaned back. "Whatever. We have the dress rehearsal tomorrow and the show the day following. She's leaving after that. She's not staying for the results. At least, I don't think she's staying for the results. She never said that she was. I only got a ticket for the performance, not the results show."

"Renee's up to something, Bells," Rose said cryptically.

"Probably, but I'm not worrying about it," I countered.

"Okay, ladies, let's run this one more time," Sonya said, clapping her hands. "I think we're good until your dress rehearsal tomorrow."

We got into our open positions, waiting for the music to start. The Asian sitar began for 'Pop, Drop and Roll,' and our dance began in earnest. This piece was about geishas, dancing and interacting with each other. It was a fun piece, but hard on the knees since we did a lot of deep pliés. Thankfully, I did not have to interact with Alice. She was working with Tia and Maggie while I danced with Rose and Jessica. Our final run-through was successful and we were free until the dress rehearsal tomorrow afternoon.