A/N-I'm really sorry that's it's been a while sinceI've updated but I had Mid-terms last week and studying the week before and you all know how that is. I promise I will try to post the next chapter a.s.a.p. I think that's it. Don't forget to review!
Alice's P.O.V.
Jazz and I split up for the one class that we didn't have together. I had art and Jazz had show choir rehearsal.
Today in art I was working at a pottery wheel and after about ten minutes I had a vision. Jasper was dancing around in this room with a gold sequined dress on.
"Alice," said a voice in the distance, "Um, Alice. Your…uh…Alice. Earth to Alice."
"Yes?" I asked after my strange vision was over.
"The wheel." said Kristen Hill. I looked down at the wheel and my clay was all over the place. Whoops!
Jasper's P.O.V.
I have to do what?! No! There is no way in HELL that I'm doing what my teacher is saying! It's just not happening. Not only do I get PMS, which Emmett is still laughing about, I have to wear a dress too! God! If Em and Edward, mostly Emmett, find out about this I'll never live it down. NO matter how many centuries I live. I swear my teacher is freakin' crazy.
"Okay. So now that you all have your costumes go into the dressing rooms and change so we can rehearse in then a few times," Miss Gina, my shoe choir teacher, said to us. There was a bunch of excited squeals as the three girls jumped up to go change.
"Umm, Miss Gina?" I asked.
"Yes Jasper," she said turning to me.
"Do we," I pointed to me and about six other guys, "really have to wear these dresses?"
"And the wigs?" This kid next to me asked. I think his name is Jeremy.
"Yes," Miss Gina answered sighing, "you do. For once we have more guys than girls in show choir. There are only three girls and there are seventeen guys. Something that's never happened before. And we need an even amount of guys and girls. I make the seven of you dress like girls and we have ten and ten. Does that make sense?"
"Yes," I said, "but just because we look like girls, with the dresses, the make-up, and the wigs, won't we still have our deep guy voices?"
"I know that and we'll work on it. Now go change!" I looked at the short, but not too short, gold with gold sequins, dress in my hands and sighed walking to the guys dressing room.
The dress was a low v-neck that on girls, show some or a lot, depending on the size of their boobs, cleavage. And it went around my neck, I think Alice calls these halter tops? I'm not sure. Anyways, it looked great on the three girls, but on me and the other guys? Well, we just looked like badly dresses and have no idea what we're doing, drag queens. We didn't even have the make-up or wigs on yet. Which Miss Gina just gave us, the wigs I mean. We had to put this net thing over our hair then put the wig on. Wow! Alice is right; it is hard being a girl.
When we went back to the stage the girls started laughing and the guys started making wolf-whistles. Ha! I wonder if Jacob was there. Anyways, as I got tin my spot for the first song Miss Gina came up to me with a pair of shoes that Alice would wear! They and to be at least three inches and they were gold and strap-y looking.
"What are those?!" I asked her.
"Your new dancing shoes. Put them on," she handed them to me, "If you need help ask Meghan. Oh and the seven of you guys will either have to shave your legs or wear nylons. Your choice!"
"WHAT!!?" we yelled in unison.
"Yep and shave your armpits too." she smiled at us. Bitch, I thought to myself, What is she trying do? turn us into drag queens? Not that I have anything against them. It's just that I'm 110% straight AND married.
As I sat down o put my doom shoes on all the other guys started laughing so hard I thought they were going to die. I stood up, only off balance a little, thank you vampire skills, and got in my spot. the others did the same.
"O.K.!" Miss Gina said, "Music is on!" and she pressed the play button on the radio. A few seconds later the beginning of "Your Momma Don't Dance and Your Daddy Don't Rock n' Roll" started. This should be interesting.
This really isn't that bad, I mean I've stumbled a few times, lost my footing, lost my timing, and my wig fell in my eyes so I almost fell off the stage, but other than that just fine. I just hope that no one I know, Emmett, can see me. But with my luck today they probably will.