Broadway Blues
Bella POV
For as long as I can remember, I've always been a show girl. I loved the lime light, getting up on stage, and singing my heart out.
Even as a little girl, I'd get my mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, aunts and uncles together and put on little shows, pretending to be on Broadway like those famous girls on TV.
They used to always say that I had a gift, that I was born for this. And so, at age 8, I went to my first singing audition for a toothpaste commercial. After my audition, they changed the script, saying that it was a solo instead, and I got the part.
I was so happy, but some other girls going for the part weren't so much. They told me that they wanted the part and I didn't deserve it. But instead of letting that get me down, I put forth 120% and sang my heart out.
I got it perfect after one take, and the crew all looked blown away. Instantly they got my parents to sign me up for casting calls all over the world.
By age 12, I was basically a celebrity with an agent, contract and everything.
My mom and dad were so proud of me, but it was all too soon. My mom, Renee, found out she was diagnosed with cancer. She told me and Charlie that it was all fine, and that the doctors were probably mistaken. But they weren't, and (whether or not Charlie and I wanted to admit it) it was only a matter of time before I lost my mother, and Charlie lost his loving wife.
But with Renee, you could never tell that she was sick. She would always get up in the morning, cook us breakfast, help me with my home-schooling, (it was too much pressure with public schooling) and tell me and Charlie how much she loved us.
By time my 13th birthday came around, Renee was extremely sick. And to this day, I still remember the last words she spoke to me.
Flashback
"Momma?" I whispered, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. She looked so frail, so weak, and oh so pale. There was no rosy glow in her cheeks, and her usually healthy pink lips were dry and chapped.
But, remarkably, her chocolate brown eyes (that matched mine), were luminous. They sparkled and glowed with pride and love as she stared at me, stroking my dark brown hair.
"Happy Birthday, honey."
I sniffed and leaned into her soft hand.
"I don't want you to die," I whispered hoarsely. "I don't want you to leave me and Daddy."
"Oh, baby," she sighed. "Come here." She stretched her skinny arms wide open. I laid down on her bed and cuddled to her side, relishing in her mother-like warmth that radiated from her skin.
"Hush now, stop those tears, my love," she cooed. "It's all going to be alright." But it wasn't going to be alright. My mother was dying and there was nothing I could do. I sobbed quietly into my mother's side as she stroked my hair lovingly.
She hummed a sweet tune in my ear until I fell asleep, feeling safe and warm in her arms.
End Flashback
Later that night, Charlie and several paramedics rushed into the room, fussing over something that I didn't know was going on.
I remember my dad shouting for me to wake up. I jumped up, and into his arms as my mother was carried downstairs and lain on a stretcher.
"Daddy, what's going on!?" I remember sobbing.
He dropped to his knees then, pulling me into a large hug as we sobbed together. Renee was going into some sort of cardiac arrest, and it was only a matter of time before she was gone.
It was 2:57 in the morning when the doctor came down the hospital hall, a huge frown on his face.
My father's wife, and my beautiful mother was gone. I was never going to see her again. Renee Marie Swan was dead.
When I was 16 years old I started going to high school in San Francisco. I was constantly surrounded by spoiled rich blonde girls who wanted nothing more than guys money and drooling players who wanted nothing more than a girls body. I never fitted in, even though I was considered "one of them", which I was anything but.
I didn't care that I was rich, I didn't care that I knew dozens of famous people, I don't care if I had my own TV show for a couple years. I didn't care about any of that. Along with being misunderstood, I was also bullied.
The Stanley twins, Jessica and Lauren, always told me that I was nothing and that I should just go home to mommy and stop trying to fit in. I never did let on how much their words cut into my heart, but oh, how I wish I could go home to my mother. To be in her arms again...
By time I was seventeen I was considered the emo girl. I didn't cut myself, and I didn't wear a crap load of black makeup, but I never talked to anyone. Not even Charlie, who was still sore over the loss of…her.
But one fortunate happened. Lauren and Jessica moved off to New York to start their careers of modeling and TV show stuff, so I was happily rid of them. But it was all vain.
Angela and Ben were the center of attention now, the 'it' couple of the month and on pages of every magazine.
Mike, Tyler and Eric were all star football players, and had the most beautiful cheerleader girls for their girlfriends. The Daniels girls, Tanya, Kate and Irina. They were extremely gorgeous and extremely annoying.
So to make things short, I was in hell. That is, until I graduated Sans High and got the leading role in a Broadway show in Forks, Washington.
I was to play Kathrine, a beautiful maiden forced to live her life servicing others. But, despite what others see, Kathrine has big dreams, and she would stop at nothing to make them come true.
It was a nice play, and I loved the script. Charlie was happy that I at least showed some interest instead of throwing it away and changing my phone number again. (Don't ask)
So, bright and early on June 21, (a week after school let out), I moved into the small rainy town of Forks, Washington.
And little did I know, that my life was about to change forever.
I know, I'm working on at least 5 stories at once now, but I just had to write this! I got the idea earlier when I was listening to Anika Noni Rose, an excellent singer and the leading lady in 'Princess and the Frog' I love her voice! And then, BOOM, idea!
Annnd here we are! Hope you love it XD
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