So, I've submitted a piece for the Babies at the Border Compilation. It will be the first two chapters of a new story that will begin posting in spring-ish. I'm heavily involved with theater. I've performed in over twenty shows (both onstage and as a part of the backstage crew) and directed about the same amount. I love the theater and watching the Tony's got me thinking about a Theaterella/Actorward story.
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Isabella Swan is hired to be the lead for a revival of West
Side Story, that's filled with amazing music, sexy dancing and a love story
that transcends everything. She's head-long in rehearsals when she meets her
romantic interest ... a movie actor who is dabbling in the theater. Edward
Cullen wants a change of pace from his frenetic life in Hollywood. So, he
auditioned, on a whim, for this musical and to his surprise, he was hired for
the lead role in the musical.
For Bella, it's
confusion at first sight. Edward Cullen is not cut out to be a theater
performer and she is adamant that he would drop out of the production after his
first rehearsal. Edward is drawn to Bella but feels her resentment toward him.
Despite being lovers on stage and having explosive chemistry, she keeps him at
arm's length. There's more to her story, Edward can tell and he wants to break
through her walls, getting her to trust him.
Will they be Waiting in the Wings for Love?
Aro Volturi
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Caius Volturi
Marcus Volturi
Waiting in the Wings For Love Teaser
“Isabella!” Aro exclaimed, shooting up from his seat. He walked
over to me, hugging me closely. “You look beautiful, as always. I love the
hair. It will be need to be a bit darker for the show.”
“This is the first pass,” I chuckled. “Paul, who has his
cosmetology accreditation, will darken it before the first rehearsal. We’re
just giving my hair a chance to relax. The blonde fried my hair. I’d prefer to
use my real hair for the show and not a wig.”
“Understandable,” Aro smirked. “You remember the producer, Marcus?
He’s my brother and part of our financial backing”
“Nice to see you again, Marcus. And Caius, right?” I asked.
“Music director,” Caius beamed, shaking my hand. “I’m the
red-headed step-child of this trio.”
“Shut up, Caius,” Marcus grumbled. “He was a change of life baby
and a pain in the ass.”
“But, a talented musician and the best man for the job,” Aro
explained. “Our two ‘potential’ Tony’s are waiting in my office. One is a dark
horse, completely unfamiliar with the theater, but a beautiful man and great
singer. The other, he’s been in several Broadway productions, but has a
reputation of being difficult to work with. He’s a fantastic dancer and has the
singing chops to handle the part. Anyway, I’ll let you make the decision for
yourself.”
“I thought that … you didn’t want me to be involved with the
casting of Tony,” I said, sitting down next to Aro.
“After discussing it with my team, we felt it was important that
you have chemistry with your onstage lover,” Aro explained. “So, we’ll have you
perform the ‘balcony’ scene and get some idea of how you interact with our two
top choices. First up, we’re going to have Edward.” Aro gestured to a
production assistant who scurried out of the studio. She returned with a tall
man, with bronze-colored hair, pale skin, and emerald eyes. I recognized him
instantly.
‘Edward’ was Edward Cullen, action movie star and Lothario of
Hollywood. I’d heard rumors about how he left a trail of women in his wake.
Yes, he was beautiful and a talented actor, but did I want to see
this man for eight shows a week? Kissing him? Making love to him?
Plastering on a smile, I stood up and held out my hand. “I’m
Isabella Swan,” I said.
“Edward Cullen,” he replied, with a velvety smooth baritone voice.
Could he hit those tenor notes? “Nice
to meet you.” His hand enveloped mine. It was warm and a tingle traveled up my
arm, making me shudder involuntarily. “Shall we?”
I nodded and
pulled into my headspace as Maria. We began the scene. There was a distance
between us. I didn’t feel a spark. He said the lines, there was some emotion
behind it, but there was a disconnect. The only time I felt something was when
he kissed me. His hands cupped my face and his lips brushed over mine.
Something clicked within him and he pulled me to his chest, lost in the kiss
until Aro pretended to be my ‘father.’
