This is a much needed re-do. Of the whole story.(:

Ah, Sweet Starbucks.
Chapter One.

Sometimes the only thing that can calm you is the thought that you might be good enough. That for once in your life you might be okay-ish enough to become something. Sometimes is to...non-definite. This...the continuing thought that I might be able to make myself something other than then boring me was the only reason I wasn't going into a panic attack. This was the only reason I continued to drive. This was the only reason I was here.

I honestly never though I'd be here. I never thought I'd make it.

The universe cheered for me when I did. I made it.

Me, Bella Swan, made it. I was good enough, heck I was better than good. I did it.

New York was a city of millions, it was a city of talent. I was actually here, I made it. My rusty old truck had actually traveled all these miles. It survived, and so had I.

Phoenix was hundreds of miles away. I made it all the way to New York, the noise proved it. All I could hear was horns honking, sirens, angry curses, bad road rage, and conversations being shouted through cell phones. This was the city that was never still. At this ungodly hour in the morning people were still rushing, and racing. It was six a.m. the bags under my eyes proved it.

I had left the Holiday Inn at four this morning to get here early. I was on an all time caffeine low, there had to be a Starbucks or something around here...I could use something.

There we go! Starbucks!

I made a detour and parked ol' rusty close to the front. I grabbed the ten I had stashed in my bag, and began to make my way to the entrance. Ahh, the sweet smell of Starbucks...it never gets old. Renee always said I was a forty year old business woman trapped in a nineteen year old's body. She was so much more lively. Weather she knew it or not she was another reason I was here. She was so proud that I had made it this far. I made her and Charlie proud...they basically told the whole town about my good fortune and before you know it all the money was raised. I couldn't help but come. Renee was so happy. She wanted me to go out and experience life.

I planned on doing just that while I was here.

Hm, mocha frappuccino...yummyyy.

"Good morning, and welcome to Starbucks...What can I do for you today?" She was awful cheery....

"Mocha frappuccino, venti. Please." I smiled, just the thought of sweet caffeine was enough to make me smile.

"Name?" She asked as she grabbed a sharpie.

"Bella." I smiled.

She scribbled my name and called out the order. The blender started and I smiled.

Good morning new day.

I grabbed the delicious piece of heaven when it was done, and said a polite 'thanks' and left.

Ah, with Starbucks in my hand everything was looking better.

The next thirty minutes were spent jamming out to a local top one-hundred station.

"Tonight's the night night, let's live it up. I got my money, let's spend it up. Go out and smash it. Like Oh My God. Jump off that sofa, let's get get OFF. I know that we'll have a ball if we get down, and go out, and just loose it all. I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go. Lets go way out spaced out, and loosing all control. Fill up my cup, mazal tov. Look at her dancing, just take it off. Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down. Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again." I belted out the lyrics to the number one song in the nation. The song of my life at this moment.

The lyrics were shallow and had no meaning other than massive party...I would normally hate this song, but with Starbucks running through my system and caffeine a-plenty this song was the best.

Every song was just amazing...I was seriously deluded at the moment....

Every single ounce of confidence I had disappeared when I saw the humongous hotel...just thinking about all the amazing dancers that filled it.

I picked up the cup desperately needing the amazing-ness that was Starbucks....it was all gone.

Ah crap....

I grabbed the now empty cup and turned off the radio. I opened the door and I felt as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I felt like I was about to collapse as I walked up to the grand entrance. It was so beautiful it was like so Victorian, not to mention humongous. It was by far the best looking hotel around. Brick walls were going up for the first few feet, and then it became millions of windows. It was nothing short of astounding. It was gorgeous. (Real hotel. I'll put up some pictures on my profile later maybe. It's beaitifulllllllllllll :)

The outside paled in comparison to the inside beautiful colors flooded my vision. Staircases galore, it was sooo amazing. Words can't even describe. It was simply breathtaking. I gathered myself as soon as I realized that I was gawking like an idiot...With my composure back I began my search for the receptionist desk.

After about five minutes I found it. She was an older woman who was awfully happy considering it was barely seven o'clock.

"Welcome to The New York Palace," she smiled. "What can I do for you on this lovely morning?"

"I'm here for the dance camp, I'm sure that I'm early. If you could just tell me when to be back, and where everything is....It would help a lot. I'm absolutely lost in this city..." I sighed and gave her an exasperated smile.

"They will be meeting in the ballroom, I'll give you a map of the hotel. I'm sure you can navigate yourself from here. From my understanding it will be around noon when they meet." She rambled on and on, but this was all the information that I actually retained.

When I was sure that she was done. "Thank you soo much." I sincerely meant it. She had been the most helpful person I've meet today....besides Starbucks....but nothing beats that.

"Anything else?"

"No ma'am."

She handed my a map of the hotel, and then sent me on my way.

It was seven the meeting was at twelve...I've got a lotta time to kill...

I sat down on a sofa, and got out my phone. Might as well let Renee know I'm fine.

"Hey Mom! I made it! I'm here siting in the lobby as I type, it's amazing. Just letting you now I'm fine. Bye, I love you.(: -B"

Sending message....sent.

That killed a total of...two minutes.

I now had four hours and fifty-eight minutes to kill.

I decided that it would be strange if I sat in the lobby for that long so I decided that I'd go see what damage I could do in this city.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa. This is beautiful!" I heard someone gush in the entrance. I tried to squeeze myself around her, but she wasn't having that.

"Do you know where the receptionist is?" The obviously excited girl asked me. She was just as pretty as the hotel. She was short no doubt, but more muscle than I could ever hope to have. She wasn't muscle man big, but most of her weight was muscle. She could probably beat me up. She was super skinny, and looked oddly like a pixie. Her short black hair framed her pale face, and even in sweat pants and a t-shirt she was...wow. I was basically checking out a girl....but she was probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

I smiled and gave her brief directions.

"Thank you so much...."

"Bella."

"Thank you Bella."

"Anytime..."

"Alice."

"Anytime Alice."

"It's alliteration!" She laughed at her own joke.

I laughed as well...the caffeine is really getting to me, I was actually enjoying this overly spunky girl. I would never be friends with someone like this.

"Crayola crayons can create colorful, cooky, crazy creations." I smiled. "Beat that."

"No that was beastly I don't think I could top that." She beamed.

I laughed, and was actually sad to leave the one semi-friend I had made here. I walked past her and into the entrance.

She grabbed my arm. "Bella. If I'm not being to forward...Why are you here?"

"Dance," I smiled.

"Me too!" She gushed. "I'm here for that camp. I might not need the receptionist if you can help me."

"We're meeting in the ballroom at twelve. I have a map." I showed her the small pamphlet.

"Perfect! I'll just stick with you." She smiled. "Ah, if you don't mind."

"I don't as long as you can figure out some way too entertain me and yourself till noon." I laughed.

"I wonder what damage we can do to this city...." She mumbled. "Such little time."

I snorted. "How about Waffle House, I'm feeling hash browns."

"That will do for now." She said mischievously. "I'm starting to like you Bella."

The next for hours were spent having the time of my life. Alice was great. We ate at Waffle House, then road around jamming out in her yellow Porsche. Continuously getting hit on...and then went to a local mall. She basically told me that I was looking a little plain....then told me that we only had two hours and she had her daddy's credit card. She bought me everything in the whole mall. It wasn't even funny. I wouldn't even wear half of it. She insisted that it was no problem, and that I would be thankful later.

I tried to make her stop....big mistake. She wasn't having that. I gave in and started having fun.

We made it too the hotel right at noon, and then started to make our way to the ballroom.

Arm in arm was natural for us by now. It was how we walked through the mall, and it was how we were walking now towards the ballroom.

I exhaled and inhaled many times before putting my hand on the door handle. I pulled it open and then started to make my way into the ballroom.

Alice put her hand reassuringly on my shoulder and pushed me towards the back of the room, where we both sat down Indian style.

I looked around, it was packed. Dancers from wall-to-wall. I'm sure they were better than me, and I'm sure that I'll never be as good.

Stop it Bella! I always scolded myself in my head. I'm going insane. I swear.

I practiced deep breathing as Alice went on and on about how amazing this camp was going to be...or something like that. I really should pay attention....

It wasn't long before a stunning blond haired walked to the front of the ballroom with a mic in hand. "Hello dancers! Are you ready for the camp of your life?!" She smiled enthusiastically.

An excited chorus of 'yeahs' and 'duhs' echoed through the room. I stayed silent as Alice glared at the girl...what's her deal?

"Alice," I whispered. "If you're planning on murdering her I'd do it when there were less witnesses."

"Tanya..." She seethed. "I'll tell you about it later."

"Uh, okay?" I let it go for now.

"I'm Tanya!" She beamed. "I'm going to be a teacher, but right now I'm going to give you the basics about the camp...rules, room mates, teachers, classes, everything."

"So basically we give you a lot of responsibility and even though we don't personally know any of you...You can stay out and party as late as you want, late to classes or we have to deal with the police...you're going home, and not competing for this competition ever again. We aren't you parents, and you're not babies. We expect you to handle it all maturely." She said it all sternly. I wasn't going to break the rules. I'm staying here. "Classes...you will all get the same amount of hours in each style...tango, jazz, tap, ballet, technique, lyrical, modern, even a small amount of tumbling, and of course conditioning."

With the mention of conditioning millions of sighs and 'uhhs' ran through the crowd.

"We have a great teaching staff here." She smiled and waved her hand toward a table where six teachers sat.

"I'll start out with myself 'cause I kinda have the mic." She laughed. "I'm Tanya. I'll teach tango." The crowd cheered. Boys did a few cat calls, and whistles.

I laughed, Alice tried her best not to look at Tanya.

Tanya laughed at her fan crowd and started walking toward the table handing the mic to a middle-aged woman she was tan and had a hint of a northern accent. Her hair was cut short and she looked genuinely happy to be here. She smiled and took the mic, "I'm Mrs. Jennifer, I'll be teaching you tap."

Mrs. Jennifer then passed the mic to a thirty-something year old African American woman, whose hair was cut short in millions of layers, she was very pretty, and semi pregnant. She smiled, and took the mic "I'm Mrs. Angie, I'll teach jazz, technique, and warm-up."

Mrs. Angie then passed it too a younger woman with highlights and long pretty hair. She looked to be our age, she smiled. "I'm Sam. I'll condition you, and we'll occasionally do tumbling." They are all a little to excited....

Sam passed it too.....a friggin' Greek god...."I'm Edward I'll teach you lyrical, and be a student at the same time." Edward, whoa. He had auburn hair and emerald eyes...I would tell you more, but I'm stunned beyond words right now....

Edward passed it too a younger red haired lady who spoke with a thick northern accent, and had very pretty blue eyes. "I'm Miss Samara, I'll teach you ballet and modern." She smiled, but not as genuinely as the others.

Samara passed the mic back to Tanya. "That is our expert teaching staff. Classes begin in the morning at eight sharp. Rooming...you will have a roommate...of the same sex."

Hundreds of 'boos' and 'dangs' bounced off the walls.

She smiled. "I'll call you both at the same time, but the first name I call will come up and get the schedule. You will be sharing not only a room, but a schedule."

After what felt like hours I heard my name called, followed by....Alice's!!! (How ironic?)

I stood up, and beamed and made my way to the table of teachers Edward handed me mine. I gawked, and checked him out...nooo....I made sure his shoes matched his eyes....I would never....So beautiful.

I brought it back and me and Alice poured over it as Tanya continued reading off names.

"That's the end of it. Thanks for being patient." She smiled. "Go enjoy New York, but remember the rules."

With that we were excused. Along with the schedule we were given a room key.

"Wanna go get our luggage and go to our room?" I asked while we exited.

"Sounds good to me," Locked arms we headed for the parking lot.

We loaded the shopping bags and luggage onto a luggage rack, our dancers muscles allowed us to pull them up to the elevator without any help.

We pressed in 25 and started dancing to the wonderful elevator music. Alice and I both knew exactly how to grind especially to the wonderful classics that were currently playing. Except when the doors opened up at Tanya and Edward stepped in hand in hand. Alice immediately stopped....I didn't get the memo. I continued dancing till I ran right into Edward...

I shocked and embarrassed stepped back and almost knocked over the luggage rack. "Uh, sorry......" I mumbled looking at the floor.

Tanya laughed obnoxiously. I turned a darker shade of red....stupid blush!

Edward laughed much more humbly it was almost musical....like velvet. Yes, voices can sound like velvet... "It's fine."

I basically attempted to blend into the wall, while Alice tried to hide her snorting. "Aye brutthhhaaa." She smiled.

Edward beamed. "Alice!" He released Tanya's hand and basically ran around the luggage rack and hugged Alice. Lifting her off of the ground while I did my best to make sure the luggage didn't land on the floor.

"Thanks for noticing." She smirked as he put her down. Tanya gave Alice the same glare. I was kinda scared....awkward.........

"I'm sorry, your friend was very distracting." He teased at me.

I smiled, que the blush...

"Alice!" Tanya said in an overly-excited voice.

"Tanya! Long time no see." Venom dripping in her words.

"I know! We'll have to hook up later and get caught up." She smiled...fake.

"Definitely." The elevator dinged and we both got out.

"Ah, right across the hall." Tanya did an over the top job of being excited.

"We'll I'll have to talk to you two later." Alice smiled.

So nice...it was scary....

Edward and Tanya disappeared into their room as Alice fiddled with the room key.

It's better right?(: I thought so, haha. Go listen too Bo Burnham he's my hero.:D