AN: This is a series of one shots inspired by the Prozzak album called 'Hot Show'. I won't bother to list the pairings for each chapter/one shot as I plan to make them fairly obvious (so long as you know the Twilight characters pretty well). But you can always message me or review if you can't figure it out and want to know.

Prozzak owns their song lyrics and Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I only own an imagination and a messy house (because I'm too busy writing and reading fanfiction to clean it :-P

Love you all! Mwah :-*


Chapter One: Europa

Twas so long ago, and so far away

I wonder what you're doing today

I remember like it's yesterday

The song we used to sing

What was it's name?

"Isabella." I greeted her, smiling, happily observing she already had our billiards table racked and ready. I reached into my pocket and pulled out change for the jukebox. Before she reached me, the song was already wafting out melodiously through the speakers.

"Dance with me?" She smiled mischievously, taking my hands in hers. Of course I complied. There really never was anyone who could say no to Isabella Swan.

"Your turn to break this time around." I smiled encouragingly as the song ended. But she was already dancing over to the jukebox to play it again.

"One more dance first?" She pouted, she always did have me wrapped around her little finger.

Danced together till the break of day

And I knew I'd never be the same.


Now so many winters turned to spring.

"Yes Mom, we'll be coming home for the holidays. No, Mom, I haven't changed her yet." I sighed, my mother could be so exasperating when she started to worry.

"I don't know Mom, the timing just doesn't feel right. Yeah, I know that. No, of course she still does! I don't know Mom, maybe in the spring? Yeah, look, let's just not worry about it right now. Okay, yeah Mom, you too."

But where is the love that I thought they would bring?

Sit and think about that girl from Spain,

And how we used to sing,

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa


London, Amsterdam and gay Paris,

Don't mean that much to me,

They're all the same

"Bella?"

"Bella?" I sighed, waving my hand in front of her face to get her attention. Still nothing.

"Isabella!?" I said, voice louder than normal as I touched her shoulder. Thankfully she finally shut her headphones off.

"Huh?" She said, putting away her Ipod.

"They've called our flight Love, we're boarding now." I sighed.

"Oh, k." Was all she said. I looked around at all the other couples boarding. They all looked like they had something, or knew something that we didn't. I never understood what it could be. What they could have, that we didn't. After all, they didn't have my Isabella.

People falling but no one for me

They could never match that girl from Spain


Now so many years have passed me by

And still I long for that sweet Spanish sky

"Dad? Okay if I come home for a while? No... no, it's just me this time." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Look, I just, I really don't want to get into it. I will, just not over the phone, okay?" I whispered, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was trying so hard not to break down.

"Okay, yeah. My flight gets in on Monday, I'll see you then. Yeah, me too Dad. Bye."

Senorita do you think of me and of this melody?

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa


A box of letters and a photograph

Are all that's left to keep our memory

"Hey, yeah it's me… Bella. Look, I know you probably don't want to hear from me and really, I don't blame you. Anyways, the reason I'm calling is, I found a box of your things while I was cleaning out the shed. I thought if you wanted to, you could give me your address and I can Fed-Ex it to you?" I asked anxiously, biting my lip, a remnant from my human days.

"No, I wouldn't rather just keep it! I'd like to get this stuff out of here. Besides, some of it is personal stuff. Stuff I wouldn't exactly want my mate to find if you catch my meaning." Gosh he could be so infuriating! I rolled my eyes, watering the plants on the balcony with one hand, cradling the phone in the other. He was still humming and hawing. Ugh, no wonder we didn't work!

"Yeah, can you imagine me trying to explain that stuff to him?" I laughed. Finally we were getting somewhere.

"Okay, great! Yeah, yeah, I'll ship it to you. Thanks. Yeah you too. Okay, bye." I set the phone down and sighed, just as he got home.

"Hey Babe. Who was on the phone?" He asked, pulling me into his strong embrace for a kiss.

"Oh, no one. Just an old friend." I said, playing it off nonchalantly.

"Oh? A ghost from the past eh? Anyone I know? Should I be worried?" He fake pouted.

"Not at all Babe, how was your day?" I smiled, changing the subject.

"Better now that I'm back in your arms." He smirked with that beloved, dimpled grin, scooping me up and carrying me swiftly through the house to the bedroom.

Sometimes I swear that I can hear you laugh

Like a ghost of what could never be


At night I will look across the sea

And wonder if you could be looking at me

"Yeah, it's good to hear from you too. Hmm? No, he isn't home." I said absentmindedly, changing out of my painting smock into a pair of dark washed jeans and a green tank top. Even here in the Spanish humidity I never learned to live without jeans. It's a good thing I don't overheat anymore.

"What's that? Yeah, I miss everybody too. No, I don't think we should come for a visit. I think it would still be too awkward, don't you?" I was paying more attention again and trying desperately to place the music I could hear in the background through the phone.

"Is that? Are you… are you playing my lullaby?" I asked, feeling a little woozy which for a vampire was quite the feat.

"No... no, don't stop. I, I want to hear it." I sighed, closing my eyes and allowing myself to get lost in the music.

The ocean haunts me like a symphony

that plays our melody

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa

LaLaLaLaLaLa..La...La...La...Europa