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Okay teensy bit of confusion on what Bella meant by 'it's like this',
she meant it was they way Edward was feeling right then. Confused,
overwhelmed, temperamental, pain, etc. It wasn't exactly as much of a
cliff hanger as you guys thought it was, but it's keepin ya readin!
Haha

"I'm in trouble, I'm an addict; I'm addictied to this girl. She's got my heart tied in a knot, and my stoach in a whirl."
Nevershoutnever in Trouble

BPOV
After my talk with Edward, we seemed to make some sort of a
connection. He was talking to me for the rest of the rehearsal, and I
felt more comfortable around him.
We walked back to the auditorium together side by side when the break
was up.
Now we are doing the last run through. The final shot at doing the
show correctly before we do it live.
And we were at scene twelve.
I walked away from Lauren, who was in the lasts scene, and out of the
'prom' into the 'hallway'. I sat down on a bench and the word irony
came to mind, but I pushed it out.
I buried my face in my hands, reveling in my stupidity.
Edward stormed out of the door and slammed it behind him. He looked
amazing when he was mad.
"Maizie have you lost your mind?" he asked furiously.
"Maybe," I said, my voice cracking,
"but maybe if you haven't been sending me mixed signals all my life I
wouldn't have gone and practically used Michael. One day you would be
sweet and kind and loving and the next you would act like I wasn't
even there or treated me like nothing; like I was useless. But even on
your worst days I would continue to put up with you because of how
deeply in love with you I was. I'm sure you had moved on from me after
I moved and got yourself a new best friend and pretty girlfriend and-"
"Do you still love me?"
"Yes," I admitted very quietly.
"Kiss me."
He took my hand and helped me off the bench. He slowly slung his arm
around my waist, and even slower began lowering his head to mine, as I
stood on my toes. He was about six feet and I was a meager five foot
four.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down a little
fast until my lips me his.
The fireworks surged through my body and my eyes drooped closed and
our lips moved in synchronization for the next ten seconds.
He pulled away then. We needed to finish the scene.
"I must be dreaming," I said shaking my head.
"Impossible. This is better than dreaming."
He gently placed his warm hand in mine and lead me back to the prom to
perform "Two is Better Than One".
I sighed and savored the moment while it lasted.

Monday Night.
I scrambled around the dorm grabbing random make up items I had from
previous shows. I tripped over everything in my path; I was in a
hurry. I needed to be at the auditorium in a half an hour.
I picked up my large, sparkly sliver cosmetics bag and started filling
it with everything I could possibly need from glitter, to foundation,
to contacts solution.
"Here, Bella, use this," Alice said handing me her liquid eyeliner.
"It will stand out better than the pencil you have."
"Thanks, Ali!"
I took it and threw it in the bag. I then quickly jumped in the
shower, but I didn't need to dry my hair, Caitlin, who was a senior
and volunteered to do hair, told me not to. I ran to my closet and
pulled out my canvas tote bag. I put the makeup, my phone, a few
snack bars, and a mountain dew inside.
I threw on a t shirt and a pair of Pink sweat pants, courtesy of
Alice. 'If you are going to wear sweatpants they may as well be cute,'
she had said.
"See you after the show!" I called to Alice as I ran out the door.
I flew down the stairs, I was too impatient for the elevator. I
started sprinting in the direction of the auditorium.
I tripped and I caught my fall with my hands. I got up and shook them
out trying to ease the stinging pain.
Honk! Honk!
I turned around as saw Emmett hurdling down the sidewalk in a golf
cart. Behind him were a pair of landscapers trying to get their cart
back. I rolled my eyes as he pulled to a stop in front of me.
"Hop in!" he said and patted the seat next to him. I jumped in and he
quickly sped off to avoid the landscapers.
"I can't wait for the show," he said as he dropped me off.
"It'll be great!"
I thanked him and jogged to the door. I wasn't late anymore, and I
smiled. I only ran from anticipation now.
I took the back door in which lead to the dressing rooms.
Since this school was a performing arts school, there was lots of
efforts put into the theater. There were ten dressing rooms, and then
two common rooms, one for guys and one for girls who were in the
ensemble. I, being the lead, had my own room.
I plugged my iPod into my iHome, which I had already put in here. I
played my playlist, which had all of my favorite songs, to get me in a
good mood.
I started dancing around the room to You Belong With Me while singing
into my hair brush and I couldn't help but realize how well I could
relate to this song.
When I was over I sat down and there was a knock at the door. Whoever
it was pushed it open and then closed it behind them since the door
was already open.
"Hey Bella. Ready for me to do your hair?" asked Caitlin.
"Yep," I said popping my P.
I took my iPod out and plugged in the headphones instead.
The next song on was Ignorance by Paramore. I closed my eyes and
listened to the music while Caitlin dried and curled and did other
various things with my hair. She wanted to go to beauty school when
she was older, so she came here to help out with the shows and with
models.
"All done." she said three songs later.
I opened my eyes. My hair was pulled out of my face and in tighter
curls than usual, to make me look younger for the first scene.
"Thanks!" I said and she left to work other people.
I got up from my chair to the clothing rack behind me and picked out
my first costume. I slipped it on, careful to not mess up my hair,
then went back to my table to start on the makeup.
I started applying my foundation because the lights are extremely
bright and I am already pale as a ghost as it is. I knew I didn't need
blush, I finished with some light lip gloss and pale eye shadow.
There were three shard rasps on the door.
"Isabella, we need you back stage for your microphone," said Mrs.
Cambell.
I slipped on my converse and headed towards the backstage door.
I bet when you think backstage you think of at a concert where it is
all pretty and nice and you can meet your favorite star. Well here,
it's tight and cramped and hot and there is absolutely no talking at
all. Period.
I squeezed through my fellow actors and actresses along with the
endless crew members talking in their headsets. You can talk now just
not when the show has started.
I strode over to the microphone station. Certain people kept their
microphones on the whole show, while the others had to be passed
around in between scenes. Theirs was clipped onto their costume but
because I kept mine on, it was to be taped to my cheek.
A Sophomore crew member picked up the chart when she saw me and picked
up a microphone accordingly. She helped my clip it onto the back of my
jeans while I threaded it under my shirt. She took it and brought it
up behind my ear and fastened it on with a small piece of skin colored
tape.
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to a crew member with a clip board.
"Bella your on for scene one in forty five seconds," he said.
I got the familiar butterflies of anxiety in my stomach as I headed
for stage right. I looked across to the stage left entrance and saw
Edward standing there. He raised his hand to run it through his hair,
but Caitlin walked by and smacked it away in time.
I giggled and he noticed me. He flashed me his gorgeous crooked smile
and I blushed.
"Quiet everyone!" Said crew member with clipboard.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
And the lights began to dim...

Cliffy! :) okay so I thought I should ask you guys, want another scene
from the show in the next chapter? If so, HURRY AND REVIEW NOW. I'm
still on that writing frenzy and if you want them to get together by
next Friday, (not this upcoming one) then get cracking!
Leave me some love.
Hugs,
Heather.