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I think 12 Dancing Princesses has some of the best combination of music and story in all of the Barbie movies. It’s just innately magical <3

Also, Mendelssohn isn’t one of the most well known composers (in comparison to Bach, Beethoven, or Mozart) and so it’s great to feature him :)

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Exclusive Deleted Scene from DEFY ME

JULIETTE

I touch him, try to wrap my arms around him, but he’s too fast. He catches both my wrists with one hand, locking them against the brick above my head. He leans in, pressing me harder against the wall. He’s planted me in place, his thigh hard between my legs. He uses the gun in his right hand to tilt up my chin. And then his face is close, so close his lips graze my cheek and my breath catches in my throat and he says, “Tell me two things.” I swallow, hard. Stare at him. “Are you okay?” His gaze travels over my face, my long hair, this wisp of a yellow dress. “Yes,” I whisper. He exhales, slowly, some measure of tension leaving his body. “What’s the second thing?” I ask. “What are you doing?” He looks me in the eye, then, his own eyes full of unconcealed hurt. “I knew you were mad at me, love, but I didn’t think you’d try to kill me.” “I’m not mad at you.” “Sweetheart,” he says, and sighs. “This is very confusing.”

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“I miss you,” she says. It’s a whisper I almost don’t catch.

“I’m right here,” I say, gently touching her cheek. “I’m right here, love.”

But she shakes her head. Even as I pull her closer, even as she falls back asleep, she shakes her head.

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Birthday.

I need you like cake on my birthday.

AARON

My eyes are fixed on her tongue, following the way it traces the perfection that are her lips. It makes me lick my own, and heat floods through me when her lips start to turn up into a slow smile. Her smile. Everything about her is perfect, the long glossy waves of her hair falling over her shoulder in what feels like slow motion. It’s impossible for me to keep my hands to myself so I reach out and twist a lock around my finger. The sweet vanilla and floral scent from whichever of my soaps and shampoos she used this morning swim through my senses, intoxicating me more than whatever she’s already had to drink.

I let me fingers graze her jaw and she gasps, lips parting only just as her eyes flutter closed. It would be a lie, a falsity to pretend I have any self control when her body reacts to me like this. It sends the most visceral pulses through my body, consumes me wholly and I don’t even try to hold back the shiver that thunders through my body.

“Aaron,” she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to mine. She tastes like whiskey — all hot and burning and flame. “Will you try it with me?” She asks, and I know she means the whiskey. I pull back to look at her, at the lazy smile that she can’t seem to wipe off her lips. Drunk Juliette is nothing like my drunk father.

Where it seemed to fuel his rage and anger, it just makes Juliette light and free. She becomes even softer somehow, silly even. So care free and I can’t help but think this is how she should feel sober.

In truth, I’m fearful of what alcohol would do to me. If it would elicit the rage and anger my father displayed or if I would get lazy and happy like Juliette or become something else entirely.

“For my birthday,” she tacks on, implying that all she wants for her birthday is for me to down some of the golden amber fire and relax. I lick my lips again and kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers and familiarizing myself with the taste that has coated her tongue.

“Just this once,” I tell her, knowing that if I truly didn’t want to and said no that she would understand and not push me. She seems so happy that I say yes, though, that she takes a swig directly from the bottle before holding it out to me. She looks so proud, so excited, and I shake my head a single time before taking what was probably too much.

My brows knit together as I focus on the fire coating my throat, the warmth that spreads to my fingertips. Not at all what I expected, so after a pause I take another drink. And then another. She pulls the bottle from my hands and climbs onto my lap, legs straddling my waist.

My hands wander up her thighs, brushing the soft soft skin that is exposed thanks to the light dress she wears. I’m not sure how long we sit like that, my hands inching higher and higher up her body and underneath her dress, her lithe fingers undoing each button down my chest until she can push my shirt open.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my neck. Warmth blooms throughout my body, from my head to my toes, and suddenly I realize why people drink alcohol for leisure. It feels amazing, though not as amazing as Juliette’s thighs pressed against my own, not as amazing as her hands running over my body. The flame in my veins is nothing to the flame that erupted over my skin where she touches. Her touch is a match thrown into a trail of gasoline and when she flicks her power back on and I feel my body absorb her energy the gasp that comes out of my body is completely involuntary. I’m truly intoxicated by the young woman seated upon my lap, the sensation almost too much for my body to handle and I need to have her I need more I need to touch her everywhere I possibly can.

I flip her onto her back and gentle myself on top of her, my lips crashing down into hers. When she moans into my mouth I lose all thought, the sound fueling the urgency with which my mouth is moving against hers.

“You’re going to kill me, love,” I mumble against her mouth. “You absolutely ruin me.”

JULIETTE

I could live a hundred thousand million lives and never tire of this, of Aaron pressed against me, his skin touching touching touching me everywhere he can reach.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, every letter branded on my skin. I’m more drunk off him than the whiskey, the sound of his voice so rough and raw and full of wanting getting me higher than any drug could ever manage.

He pulls away from me suddenly and I frown at the loss of his mouth on my skin, the loss of the pressure of his weight so warm and solid and reassuring. Aaron lets out a long sigh and flops onto his back, his shirt falling to his sides and completely exposing his perfectly flawless body. I frown more, completely confused at how we were just on the highway to him being inside me and now he was staring at the ceiling with a lazy smile on his face.

“If I start,” he tells me, likely feeling the confusion that is now rippling off my body, “I won’t be able to stop and we have a birthday party to attend.” I let out a huff of air, rolling onto my side to trace the tops of the letters of his tattoo that are peeking out from his pants – now low on his hips because I had managed to unbutton before he promptly rolled off of me.

Aaron turns on his side and runs a hand down my face, shaking his head, almost in disbelief. I lean forward and kiss his lips and he hums in response, pulling back a bit to look at me. His gaze is full of so much adoration, of so much love that I find it hard to breathe. I once had the thought that there was nothing about Aaron that wasn’t intense, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so right about anything in my life. It charges the air, a lightning strike through my veins, through every cell of my body. When he looks at me this way it never fails to make the blush creep up to my cheeks, never fails to make my whole body hot as though I were his own person sun.

“If we weren’t already dating,” he tells me, a smile on his lips, “I don’t think I’d ever be able to stop pursuing you. Your heart,” he places his hand over my chest, “Your body,” a finger runs down my abdomen, pausing at the elastic of my underwear, “Your mind,” the same finger runs up up up my throat, over my lips and cheek until he taps my forehead. “You, my love. You consume me wholly.”

My breath catches in my throat and suddenly I’ve forgotten how to breathe at all, a side effect that I’ve found as a result of being so close to this man that I am so helplessly hopelessly desperately in love with. This man that has never doubted me, never ceased to believe in me even when I so strongly doubted myself.

Aaron pauses and nods to himself once. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop pursuing you anyway. I want to drink you in, feel you in my veins. I want to stay tangled with you day and night and ignore all responsibility. I’ve never liked birthdays. You know why. But your birthday is my favorite day in history because it is the day that the world gave me you.”

“I love you,” I whisper, unable to form any other coherent thought as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue has just slipped into my mouth when someone starts banging on the door. I frown, as does Aaron as he rolls out of bed.

“You guys are going to be late! I swear on my fucking life if either of you are in your birthday suits –” Kenji. Of course. Aaron pulls the door open and I roll onto my side facing the door with raised brows. “Gross. Absolutely disgusting. Do you guys ever stop? Like, you know that there’s more to a relationship than just –” He doesn’t get to finish because Aaron slams the door in his face, and I, I can’t stop laughing.

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