NOTE: All of the following characters belong to Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight Series"
NOTE 2: I do not own Coheed And Cambria. However, they are the greatest band in the universe.
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CHAPTER 1: Emmett's Purchase
It was a normal day in Forks, Washington. The rain was pouring down in buckets, drenching everything in its path. Edward and Jasper were standing in the Cullens' garage. All the rest of the family had gone out, Bella was at home with Charlie. Jasper had recently bought a new CD from a band called Coheed And Cambria, which he was showing Edward.
"I don't know…" Edward muttered. "His voice seems a little higher than most singers. I'm not sure if I like it."
"How can you not like it!? His voice is so unique! It's amazing!" Jasper seemed enraged. So much for being able to control emotions.
Just then, the roaring of Emmett's Jeep was heard coming toward the house. The sound was unmistakable, the engine purred like a violent cat, ready to pounce. Something clanked in the back of the Jeep. It was covered with a tarp. Could Emmett be hiding something? He pulled into the driveway.
"Hey guys! Whose the singer with the girly voice?" Emmett was concerned.
"It's not girly!" Jasper screamed. "They are an amazing band and he has the vocals of a God!" Both Edward and Emmett stared blankly at him.
In an attempt to change the subject, Jasper spoke first. "Emmett, what's that in the back of your truck?" Jasper gazed at the large tarp-covered device. "Have you and Rosalie decided to try out something new?"
"Well yes," Emmett replied. "But it has nothing to do with you guys. Come here, I have something to show you." Emmett sounded more excited than usual. What could he have bought. Jasper and Edward followed Emmett to his Jeep. He hauled the tarp off of the object, revealing a glistening group of assorted metals.
"Emmett, why the Hell did you buy a drum set!?" Edward asked him, confused.
"It looked fun! And besides, we have more than enough room in the garage, I'm sure Carlisle and Esme won't mind."
"Yeah, until you make their ear drums explode!" Jasper countered, trying to instigate with Emmett.
"Hey if anything is going to make their ears explode it's that stupid Calcium and Cambodia you're blasting in the garage!"
"It's Coheed And Cambria!"
"I don't care! Now help me get this thing out of the car and into the garage."
The three of them each carried separate pieces of Emmett's most recent and worthless purchase into the garage. It took about ten minutes to completely assemble, with their limited knowledge of drums.
"Have you guys seen the drum sticks anywhere?" Emmett asked, confused of where he might have placed them.
"Yes, I hid them in an attempt to stop you from destroying music," Edward laughed with a crooked half-smile. Emmett stared at him for an awkward five seconds.
"…That's alright. I have another pair in my truck," Emmett raced to the truck and in a split second, he had two wooden sticks in his hand. He sat down on a small padded seat level with the top of the large bass drum. "This shouldn't be hard, I've seen people do it on MTV all the time."
At that moment, Emmett's arms started thrashing about, hitting various drums and cymbals. The noise was extremely loud, but not bad as expected. There was no way this was his first time playing. The thrashing grew quieter as Emmett's drum solo slowed to a close. With one last hit on one of his several crash cymbals, he was done. The two watched in awe.
"Emmett, how the Hell did you learn to play like that?…" Jasper said, gazing at his grizzly-like, vampiric, semi-brother.
"I'm good with my hands. You can even ask Rose."
"I'd rather not…"
Carlisle's Mercedes peeled into the driveway as the rain continued to pour. His eyes dropped at the sight of what was in his garage. Soon after his jaw recovered from its unexpected dropping scenario, he paced toward his three "Adopted" sons.
"I want it out of my house," were the only words that strayed from Carlisle's mouth. But of course knowing Emmett, he refused to obey the command and started directly into another drum solo.
