Title: Dance with Me
Summary: A major league baseball player with a bad rep needs to clean his image. He signs on to do a reality dance show. Will he clean his image and have the right kind of chemistry with his partner?
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer I own nothing.
Comments: Based loosely on the t.v. show Dancing with the Stars and because Edward/Bella are my new favorite ship.
Hmmm. I'm not sure what was going on in my head when I wrote this. I guess I thought it would be interesting to write Edward/Bella this way. DWTS is a reality dance show for those who don't know what it is. I mainly watch it because my mother adores the show, but I found myself liking it. And even though there hasn't been many "A-list" celebs on the show it is still pretty darn entertaining. And the costumes are pretty. LOL. Oh and I've taken ballroom before. It's hard really. But it's fun. So give this a try please. And let me know if this is horribly bad. Be constructive if you want. But don't flame me please.
RuthPerk from PTB-Project Team Beta is helping me make the necessary corrections. Thank you, Ruth!
OK happy reading!
January 22nd 2008
"Major league baseball player and heartthrob, Edward Cullen, was seen last weekend with a perky blonde. The duo met at the local restaurant Fire, and later were pulled over by the authorities for drunk driving. This is Edward' Cullen's second DUI to date. His rep could not be contacted for comments."
"Jasper, turn that shit off!" I cried.
My best friend, and manager, gave me an exasperated smile but reluctantly turned off the t.v.
"Edward, we have to do something about this," he sated, looking tired.
I swung open my fridge and ducked my head inside, looking for something to drink.
"Edward?" he questioned.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"We need to get rid of this gossip and bad press."
I closed the fridge. "And what do you suggest we do?"
"You know, you wouldn't be in this situation if you would just grow up," he grumbled.
"I pay you to do your job. Shut up," I spat back at him.
"But you don't pay me to be your friend." he amended. "Your contract is up and no one has shown any interest to pick you up. They're all apprehensive because of your cocky behavior," he explained.
I opened up my sports drink and took a long drink. I knew he was right. I was an asshole, and a cocky one at that. It's not that I couldn't play fair or that I wasn't a team player, I was a very committed player. But I knew how good of a player I was. After getting into the major league at the young age of eighteen, coupled with the fact that girls everywhere seemed to take notice of an up and coming athlete, my ego was pretty big and all that mattered was materialistic things.
Even though there were many rumors around me, and I was painted as something of a womanizer, I had never done half the things those magazines said. Sure a lot of them came on to me, but I'm not that superficial. It was tempting, but my mother raised me better than that. Esme Cullen is the epitome of motherly love. She loves me and my brother and sister wholeheartedly. She raised my older brother, Emmett, and I to be respectful of women.
But, it seems now my reputation had finally caught up with me. Or so it seems. Six years of being in the major league and my contract came to a halt. No one wanted me, and that sucked major balls. I knew I desperately needed someone to put up an offer. Any team would do at this point, at least according to Jasper.
"I don't see why my behavior has anything to do with my playing ball."
"They're afraid you're unreliable and a fight risk."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stared back at Jasper. "That's bullshit. My rep can't have that much effect on this."
"This sucks, man! What am I supposed to do? I'm too young to retire." I stated.
"Well, Alice and I have been thinking. We think it would be good if we tried to clean up your image a bit. You're twenty-four years old, yet you act like a hot-shot kid of eighteen. Time for you to grow some balls, dude."
"Oh, fuck you!" I cried.
"Edward, as your friend, I say, you should consider the options. And as your manager I say, if you don't fucking listen to me, you won't be playing ball at all," he screamed back.
Damn it. I knew Jasper was right. In all his accusations. It was either Jasper's way or be a one-hit wonder, fading into nothingness.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, and sighed. "What do you suggest we do?"
He sat down and pulled out his BlackBerry. "I have a few options." He was scrolling through his BlackBerry and motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat next to him on the kitchen table.
For the next couple of hours, Jasper and I argued back and forth about what we wanted me to do. His ideas ranged from having an ESPN documentary on me, an in depth interview on me, hiring someone to pose as my fiancee, and making generous donations to charitable organizations.
Now, some of them weren't so bad. But I hated the idea of the documentary because it made me feel old. And I am most certainly not old. The interview wouldn't be so bad, but there's no guarantee that that alone would help me clean my reputation. I would no way in hell hire some whore to pose as my good-girl fiancee. I may be an asshole, but I'm an honest asshole. I, of course, already make many donations to charitable organizations so that wasn't going to help much.
All these ideas didn't seem good enough. Jasper explained we needed the general public and the people in major league to see me- the real me or the real me pretending to be better. We needed something personal yet it had to have some boundaries. A reality show was considered, but I said that I wouldn't sign up to date twenty women like the "Bachelor" and I wouldn't do some MTV reality show. I wasn't that desperate.
When it seemed like all my options were coming to an end, Jasper suggested a contest reality show, something that could show my competitive side yet something new so that the people could get to see me from another perspective. But what? I'm an athlete, I play baseball. What could I possibly do?
"How about Dance X?" chirped the voice of my younger sister, Alice.
Alice is Jasper's wife and my younger sister. She's only two years younger than me, but she dotes on me a bit. And I on her. We're pretty much a tight brother and sister duo.
"What the hell is Dance X?" I asked. "And when did you get here?"
She walked into the kitchen and placed herself across from Jasper and I.
"Dance X, is only my second most favorite show ever!" she screeched. "After Project Runway, of course. And I just got here. I have a key to your place, duh."
"I don't think I like it, it's called Dance X and it already sounds cheesy," I said.
She rolled her eyes. "It is not cheesy. It's beautiful and sexy and competitive."
"Explain," said Jasper. Alice beamed, she had gotten Jasper's attention.
"Dance X is a ballroom and Latin dance competition. It has a vast and diverse range of celebrities and athlete's and comedians, all competing for a little trophy. It pairs these people," she gestured to me, "with a professional ballroom and Latin dancer for fourteen weeks. Everything is captured on camera. The professional teaches you a different type of dance each week and you perform on stage and get graded. The audience at home votes for who they like best, based on looks, personality, or the best dancer. It's a popularity contest, but it helps if you actually look like you can dance. Each week they eliminate a contestant until there's only two left standing, and they have this grand finale and announce the winner."
I looked at Jasper, he was smiling. He seemed to like the idea. Uhh. No. That will not do.
"Edward, would you do it?" Alice asked.
Is she fucking kidding me?
"Edward, it would give you a chance to clear your dirty reputation and you'll be surrounded by beautiful female dancers, who are half naked. What's not to like?" she asked. She was trying to make it appealing to me.
I cleared my throat. "How would it clear my rep?"
She smiled and said, "It would clear your rep by having a cameraman attached to you every single practice. They would see you trying to take something new on."
"What if I stink at dancing?" Holy shit, was I considering this?
"Well, that's why you have a professional teaching you. I'm sure you're not that bad." she chided.
"Fourteen weeks you say?" Jasper piped up.
Alice nodded her head. "Prior to the season premiere the celebrities and their professional partner have four weeks to get their first dance ready but after that they have less than a week. It's a challenge, Edward."
"I don't know..." I said uncertainly.
Alice nodded again. "I see, you're afraid that you'll make an even bigger ass of yourself. It's ok, I didn't think you'd go for it anyway." She walked over to the fridge and looked at a takeout menu. "I'm ordering pizza."
Jasper looked at me and said, "We should try, Edward."
"What the fuck? Are you out of your mind?" I asked.
"It's perfect, if you think about it. Challenging, different, surprising, personal, and everyone knows dancers are hot."
"People are gonna think I'm a pussy," I said.
"Shut up Alice!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry. But the fact you said that, means that you are considering it," she all but laughed.
I glared at her. It was way out of my comfort zone. It was a hell of an idea. But it couldn't be that bad, right?
"If it makes you feel better, four athlete's have won Dance X and only three of them are retired," Alice informed me. "The show is always looking for current athlete's and stars. They like variety."
I ran a hand through my hair, sighing, "Dancers are hot, right?"
"Very hot," Alice agreed. "And this show is so popular. Over twenty-five million people watch, and all the news and media outlets are always at the show. After each performance and elimination night, you do press. So, you will most definitely be media covered."
"What do you say, Edward? Jasper asked.
I was stuck. I knew I needed something like this dance show to prove myself. That I could change and/or and be responsible and stop acting up But it was a fucking dance show. On the other hand, the idea of dancing with a half naked girl is something I didn't exactly want to pass up. Even if I didn't win, at the very least, I'd spend four or five weeks with some dancer.
"I'll do it, if you can get me on that show."
January 26th 2008
"Cheers! To a fantastic last show!" cried Jessica Stanley.
We all clinked our glasses together in a toast. We were in Vancouver, and it was our last show of the Winter Tour for Dance X. In the past five seasons, we've had three tours, two winter tours and a summer tour.
I looked all around me and saw the cast and crew of our tour. Many of these people and I go way back. Most of us are dancers, and some of the cast are celebrity contestants or winners from our show.
I was the reigning champion, having just won season five of the show. I was paired up with a young Disney teen actor. He and I got on well, and we had managed to get to the finals and win. He was young and sometimes immature, and I felt a big sisterly love towards him. I've only been on the show for two seasons. Miraculously I had managed to win in my sophomore season.
The show was garnering new audiences every day. It really depended on our cast for that specific season. I've been a fan of the show since its inception, and I was honored to be given an opportunity to be a part of the show. Growing up in Forks, Washington, I had always been (and still was to this day) a clumsy girl. And that's solely the reason why my parents enrolled me in dance classes. It was ballet first, for the obvious grace it gives you. But then when I was nine years old, I started dabbling into ballroom and Latin dance. I loved how prim and proper the ballroom dances were; it gave an intensified grace.
Even though I'm a dancer, I still manage to fall on flat surfaces. On the hardwood dance floor, I'm graceful and elegant. But put me in a pair of flats and let me walk on the sidewalk, I end up tripping. I'm a graceful dancer, NOT a graceful person.
It was the middle of January now and the winter tour had just finished. In a matter of weeks, the producers would call us to inform us of our new celebrity partners. We get the basic 411 on our new partner, who they are, what they're known for, where to meet them. And surprisingly us dancers can size them up just by reading their occupation. Athlete's normally do quite well on our show. But there are a few who are just not made to dance. And as for the entertainers, they can do quite well, too. They're comfortable with the glitz and glamour of our show.
"Bella! Come here!" called Mike. I looked over at him, he was holding a drink in one hand and had his other on his wife's Jessica's waist.
I went over to them, "Yeah?"
Jessica turned over to me and said over the music, "Wow do you think you'll get next season?"
"Uhhh, I don't know. Maybe someone really difficult, because I won this time. You know the network likes to spice things up," I responded.
Mike nodded. "Yes, they hate two-time champions. Gotta give the rest of us a chance, Bella." Jessica slapped him playfully on the arm. "Mikey!" she chastised him.
I laughed it off, "Yeah, I bet I get some guy who can't dance at all."
February 10th 2008
It was yet another hot day in Los Angeles. It was the middle of February and you would think the weather would be cold and rainy. I've come to learn that in Los Angeles there are only three seasons. Spring, Summer, and Fall. In L.A., there really is no winter. No snow. No weather below 50 degrees. Very much like Phoenix, but oh so different from Forks.
I'd only been living in L.A. for about a year. I mainly live here because of my job. And I have to say, I do quite like it here.
Today I was having a "girly day" with my friend and fellow co-worker, Angela Weber. Angela and I go way back to our dance competitions. We'd met about five years ago in London at the Junior Blackpool competition. Many of the other dancers, both male and female, could be so mean. There's a difference between competitiveness and downright hardass. Angela was a rare friend. Though she loved dance, she wasn't a hardass by any means.
I normally don't like doing girly things. That may be hard to believe because I'm a dancer, and being on the show, I'm used to being plucked, spray-tanned, glitterized, prodded, poked, all in the name of show business. And the costumes we wear leave nothing to the imagination. But I endure it for my job and for the love of dance. Off the dance floor, I usually wear jeans and ratty t-shirts, hardly any makeup and Converse.
Angela and I had done a little shopping, and now we were on our way to the nail spa to get mani's and pedi's. I'll admit the time length to get our nails done gets on my nerves but the feeling is pleasant. We were seated next to each other in the plush leather chairs, our hands being filed and our feet in the warm water. The t.v. was on and it looked like one of those gossip t.v. shows.
The host was announcing Dance X rumored contestants. Go figure.
"In shocking news, it is rumored that baseball star, Edward Cullen is going to be on this season's Dance X. His rep and the show's network have yet to comment."
"Oh, my God!" Angela squealed. "I so hope he's going to be on the show. How cool would that be?"
I looked over at her, puzzled. "I don't know who he is," I confessed.
Angela stared at me dumbstruck. "How the hell do you not know who Edward Cullen is?"
"I don't watch baseball," I told her.
Angela sighed, "You don't have to watch baseball to know who Edward Cullen is."
"Is he that famous?"
She nodded. "Oh yes. He's almost on every cover of the tabloids magazines, and he's very handsome."
"Why is he on the magazine covers?"
"Oh, he's a bit of a Hollywood type of athlete." She saw my puzzled expression the further explained, "He's a ladies' man and has had some DUI trouble. You know, so Hollywood."
"Oh," I said.
"But he's so handsome that women overlook his faults," Angela finished.
"I hope he doesn't do the show," I said.
She cocked her head to the side. "Why?"
"Because if he's anything how you said, then I hope none of us have to put up with him," I told her. She shrugged and we went back to enjoying our time at the nail spa.