Disclaimer: The characters in the Twilight series are not my slaves. They belong to Mrs. Meyer. I just get to have fun with them for a while.

"Do I really have to do this?" I whined from the make-up chair. Renee was standing behind the woman applying mascara to my eyelashes.

"It's too late. You already signed the contract, honey." Her eyes were filled with joy at the prospect of me being on TV.

I groaned inwardly. "I had a cold, and you drugged me up with cough syrup. How is that legal?"

"It just is. Bella, you should be excited! You're going on a game show!" Renee clapped her hands in excitement.

"I'm just going to embarrass myself by tripping or something. Besides, who really finds love on a game show? I don't even get to see them until the end. What if I pick a really ugly guy?" I started to get panicky just thinking about it.

"Miss Swan? I'm finished with your make-up." She turned the chair so I could look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but stare. My make-up was very natural, but I had a healthy glow to my face. There were no imperfections on my skin. I looked…pretty.

"Oh, Bella! You look gorgeous!" Renee pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you," I said to the make-up artist. "Thanks, Mom."

I felt so out of my element. Never before had I been beautified to within an inch of my life. The wardrobe people had put me into a deep blue dress with a deep gold belt cinching the waist. I also was wearing three-inch strappy heels in the same color gold. All my jewelry was in yellow gold as well. My hair was super straight, and practically my whole body had been waxed.

Someone in a headset approached us, "Five minutes, Miss Swan."

"Okay. Mom, can you help me walk around? I want to practice before going out there. I really don't want to fall."

"Sure sweetie. We'll walk over to where you're supposed to enter." She helped me out of the chair, and I made it over there successfully. I never fell and was feeling quite confident until the show's theme song began playing.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to tonight's episode of Blind Date. Tonight's bachelorette is Bella Swan from Phoenix, Arizona. Tonight is her night to find love. Say hello to Bella!" the host, Daniel Kratz announced, cueing me to walk on stage.

Thunderous applause and bright, blinding lights met me as I walked on stage. Daniel had a wide grin on his face, and I kissed him on the cheek. I had a fake grin plastered on my face, but no one seemed to notice or care. "Hi, Daniel. It's great to be here."

"Why don't you take a seat?" He gestured to a pink, poufy chair.

"Thank you," I replied as I settled into the very comfortable chair.

"Now Bella, to your left is a divider. Behind it are three very eligible bachelors. There is a divider between each one so they can't see you or each other." At the phrase "eligible bachelor", applause and catcalls came from all the female members of the audience. "So Bella, you know how this works, right?"

"Yes. I'll ask these handsome gentlemen the questions on these cards and pick the one I like the most in the end," I recited the lines perfectly. I was realizing that there was a lot more to these game shows than being you.

"That would be correct, Bella. So tell us a little about your self."

Oh no, the big monologue. "Well, I'm twenty-five, and I'm studying for a master's degree in English. I love literature, especially the classics. I listen to classical music, and my favorite instrument is the piano. I'm not outdoorsy, but I have simple tastes. I'm a hopeless romantic and want a passionate relationship. I hope you guys are up for the challenge."

"Lovely, Bella. Now we're going to have each of the bachelors say a few things about themselves. Bachelor number one?"

"Hey Bella. I'm Mike. I enjoy sports and all sorts of outdoor activities. I'm a hometown boy looking for a hometown girl." His voice was sweet, and I could tell he was from a small town. I hoped he didn't expect me to go hiking or anything like that.

"Your turn Bachelor number two."

"Hi Bella, I'm Jacob. I live on La Push Reservation. I love the beach and fixing cars. I even ride motorcycles. I'm looking for a girl who likes adventure." He sounded husky and sexy. I liked that he loved being a risk taker, but I didn't think I could keep up with him. I just wasn't coordinated or brave enough. He sounded like he was very muscular though.

"And last but not least, Bachelor number three."

Then the best voice yet came over the speakers, "Hello Bella. My name is Edward. I love classical music and compose my own on the piano. Reading classical literature is also a hobby. Okay, forget the monologue. Bella, I think you are beautiful, but I'd rather get to know the real you. Not what the show's writers have written for you." I liked this guy. He was open and honest, and it seemed like he was reading my mind. And that voice. It was like velvet to my ears. I wondered if he looked just as good.

"Now that we've met our bachelorette and the handsome bachelors vying for her attention it's time for us to go to our first commercial break." When the cameras went off, Daniel's smile disappeared. "I'm starting to sweat! Get out here towel boy!" A scared-looking weed of a man came out and wiped Daniel's face. It looked like his charismatic TV persona didn't translate off screen. Nice to know.

I was then assaulted b the hair and make-up people. Someone yanked a brush through my hair while another person applied a new layer of lip gloss to my lips. Then I was choked by a cloud of hairspray. When I finally stopped coughing, I became aware of yelling going on to my left. It was muffled, so I strained to hear.

"You are supposed to follow the prepared monologue, Mr. Cullen!" I recognized the voice as belonging to the production manager.

"How is she supposed to get to know me if I recite what you told me to?" His voice was hushed, but I clearly heard it. I agreed with him, and I thought that was really sweet. Jacob and Mike didn't seem to hear him though. Mike was trying to seduce me with his fantasies. Most of them were actually quite disgusting. Jacob seemed to be humming to himself.

"We based your answers on that questionnaire you filled out. It is you who answering, practically. So stick to the answers we gave you!" I saw her storm pass me; steam almost pouring out of her ears.

"Not a chance," I heard Edward mutter under his breath. I was impressed. Most people would just do what they were told for a chance to stay on TV.

"Five seconds," announced the production manager. Oh God, here we go.