Me: -standing up, half asleep-
Snowy: BAHAHA! OOBER ORGASM!
Me: O.O NOT THE BEST THING TO SAY TO ME WHILE I'M FALLING ASLEEP STANDING UP
Snowy: Lmao I's sowweh!... Wait… Why are you standing up? XD
Me: I'm the real Slim Shady, duh… -facepalm-
Snowy: -laughing her ass off-
Me: Ah, if only we owned Twilight.
Snowy: We should write a FanFic about it… BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What? Eminem is my future husband ._.

(I CALLED IT! -referring to FanFic above-)

(Btw Snowy…IT'S UBER YAH DUMBARSE. LOL)

Chapter 1: Well, That Was Unexpected

I was surprised that the queasy feeling I was expecting didn't come until I was almost inside the tall stone building in Seattle, making more unneeded confusion start to buzz in my head. I shouldn't be nervous, but unfortunately, my body functions weren't exactly working properly today. My palms were sweaty, my knees were weak, and my hands were shaking slightly. I hated the nerves.

Don't panic, I kept telling myself, although in the back of my head I was sure that I was far past that state. Just breathe…if you're lucky, you'll get kicked out and you'll never get to—

No. I couldn't just give up now. I'd waited too long for this. I didn't realize how much I really wanted to do this until the opportunity showed up. Who knows that this would ever happen again in the near future? I couldn't take the chance—besides, the earlier the better, I suppose.

Now I just had to wait in front of more than a hundred people.

To otherwise occupy myself, I looked at the many other people in line waiting, paying rather close attention to what age they looked and what they were wearing. Odd things to amuse myself, but I hadn't brought anything with me to pass the time. Most of them were around my age to their early twenties, some not giving a really good impression already. Some were loud and obnoxious, and others seemed rather nice and stayed quiet as they waited patiently for their turn in line.

Even if I'm just an extra, I'll be happy, I thought to myself finally. It's not that big of a deal.

Well, to my head, it wasn't; but to my heart? It meant more than I could explain in words.

Another ten long minutes had passed, and the line barely budged. I probably moved about two steps before scolding myself for not having an MP3 player of some sort. Or an umbrella, I thought, looking up at the menacing clouds above me. It was Washington; how could I have forgotten an umbrella?

I wondered what exactly would take place while I was in there. Would they give me a script, or just expect me to play along? I was hoping for the first.

"Do you think we'll get to meet Cullen?" a girl in her twenties said in front of me, talking to her friend, I was guessing.

"I hope so. I didn't come out here for nothing," she said, putting a snotty look on her face. "If they don't let us see him, there's gonna be some problems."

I held back a snort. I was sure whoever this 'Cullen' guy was, he was just as stuck up as this girl, just as all actors were. I was determined not to be anything close to that; it looked rather unnerving to just watch people be like that.

But, I suppose if this was the path I was going to follow, I'd have to put up with the craziness for a while…somehow.

My nervous self and patient waiting finally paid off when I was inside the building, sitting in a small room until my name was called (I signed in when I first entered the building—answering ridiculous questions, I may add). The room was very uncomfortable to be in; it smelled oddly musky and I could almost taste the tobacco radiating through the small space. The temperature of the room was the same as it was outside—and that was something that made me a little more uncomfortable in my slightly-damp clothing (it started to rain a little right before I walked into the building). I would just have to endure it.

I couldn't elude whatever was coming to me now—the hook was set. All they had to do was reel me in.

"Swan, Isabella," I heard my name called from outside the door. I got up awkwardly from my seat, running into the door frame as I walked out of the room and towards a larger room. The room was set nice; just enough room to move around and do whatever you had to do for an audition. There was a small, rectangular table with three people sitting in uncomfortable-looking metal chairs. The woman on the left looked at me—she looked like she found a revelation.

"Ah, now this is more like it," she said, a little quiet but meant to be heard. "You must be Isabella."

"Just Bella," I corrected lightly—I didn't want to start off badly.

"I apologize," she said kindly. She offered me her hand and I shook it politely. "My name is Katherine Persons. I will be directing Lying Awake. Behind me is James, the editor. Right here is Edward Cullen."

I shook James' hand as he walked over—he kissed it lightly.

"My pleasure," he said, smiling at me. I tried to ignore the creepy feeling that spread over me.

I took a step towards Edward and half-heartedly reached to shake his hand. I felt a shock go up my arm suddenly—I withdrew almost immediately, my hand shooting backwards. I hoped that he didn't take that as a rude gesture.

"Now, Bella," Katherine said, putting her hands together in front of her, "I assume that you've read over the script?"

I nodded. "Yes, I have."

"Excellent. What you and Edward will be doing is going over the third school scene. You may start whenever you are ready."

Edward and I went over the scene, almost like it was real. His facial expressions were so casual that I actually thought he was talking to me and not acting. I was surprised, to say the least. When he said his last line, he smiled at me—I smiled back, though I didn't know where it came from.

"Excellent!" James said after we finished, clapping. "You two are a match made in Heaven."

"I'm pleasantly surprised," Katherine said, an incredulous expression on her face. "That was an outstanding performance." Katherine turned to James and started talking to him—I couldn't really hear what they were saying.

"Not bad there, Bella," Edward said, his voice closer than I expected. I jumped. "Sorry," he quickly apologized.

He called me Bella? He apparently paid attention.

I watched them as they continued to chat endlessly. I heard words like 'immediately' and 'extras.' My heart sank a little.

"You're getting the job," he said, casual but with a certainty in his voice.

I just looked at him for a moment. "How can you be so sure?" I asked skeptically.

"I've seen them like this before. They never get this jumpy over a person if it wasn't great."

"You've worked with them before?" I asked.

"A few times." He looked over to James and Katherine for a few seconds before looking at me again. "It gets quite annoying."

I watched them ramble on about whatever they were talking about for a few more moments. "I can see what you mean," I half-groaned.

"Bella," Katherine said a few minutes later, "we'll call you tomorrow with our answer. That was an exceptional performance."

"Thank you, so much," I said, smiling at them, trying to be as polite as possible. "I appreciate it."

After my last few goodbyes, I left in the back door to avoid anybody asking me about anything, heading towards the parking lot. I stopped at my shabby red Chevy truck, hope in my heart but pessimism in my head. I didn't know what to expect.

"I think you dropped something."

I jumped and spun around quickly, almost falling in the process. A low chuckle came from none other than Edward Cullen, a smile on his face and my keys swaying side to side in his hand.

"Watch yourself," he commented on my footing. I blushed as he handed me my car keys.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly, holding the small metal things in my hand like my life depended on it. "Why are you out here?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be doing more auditions?"

"You were actually the last one for the day," he said. "She's getting everybody's name so they can come back again tomorrow. Unless, you know…"

"What?" I asked.

"Unless you get the part. Or somebody else does."

My heart sank again. The pessimism in my conscience was growing.

"But, you do know I was being serious, right?" He said, putting a hand in his pocket.

"About what?" I asked. He was confusing me.

"Getting the part. I'm being serious when I say that they don't usually get this worked up over a person they've never seen before. I've seen some pretty good shit myself, but that was…jeez."

This took me way off guard. A professional actor, who hasn't known me for twenty minutes, already thinks that I'm going to get a leading role in a movie—meanwhile, I hadn't had any other movie experience other than a few school plays that ended up in disaster. I didn't see any logic in that whatsoever, besides the fact that a complete stranger is just being nice. Which is probably exactly what he was doing—getting my hopes up by trying to be nice.

"Well…I'm not so sure," I admitted. "I guess we'll see."

"I guess so." He smiled crookedly—my heart reacted strangely. "I shall see you tomorrow."

It took me a moment to process that. "Wait, but…" But he was already walking away.

Damn him and his quick thinking.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win…

My iPod, which was blasting in my ears, almost made me not notice my cell phone lighting up on my nightstand at my house. I took the ear phones out, setting them on my bed, still hearing the loud music coming out of the tiny speakers.

There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me

I wanted to stop thinking about that stupid audition. I knew that I wasn't acting material, yet I still went for it. Why I did it, I have yet to figure out. It may have been the little push that I had gotten from my dad, Charlie. "You can do whatever you feel like doing, Bells," he had said. "But it wouldn't hurt to try. You never know when this opportunity will come up again." I then proceeded to go up to my room to call the owners of the audition building to know when audition times were. If Charlie ever gave me just a small push forward, I'd try almost anything practical.

Can we fast forward 'till you go down on me?

Yesterday had been quite random, if you asked me. The editor, James I believe, had been creepy as hell, and Katherine had been way too perky for my liking. I guessed that she was the type of person to always charm you by being extra nice. All it did for me was just creep me the hell out. Edward Cullen, however, was a different story. He was a talented actor, and yet he also had that kind charm about him—the kind that not only would make girls swoon, but would bring confidence to somebody. Like an 'if he can do it, you can' type of thing, although he couldn't be downgraded by the actual example.

I looked at the small screen on my phone and recognized a familiar number. I almost didn't answer it because of the disbelieve that flooded my head. I quickly blinked and answered it hesitantly, my hand shaking.

"H-hello?" I said, my voice becoming uneven.

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective

"Is this Bella Swan?" A smooth voice came from the other line. I didn't recognize it.

"Yes," I said.

"This is Edward," he said, sounding casual, but with slight hesitance in his voice. "I wanted to talk to you about the audition yesterday…"

You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste

This was unexpected.

"Erm…" What was I going to say? I was already a nervous wreck even without the phone ringing, and now that Edward Cullen decides to randomly call me from the number Katherine told me to memorize, I was practically brain dead.

Just be casual, I told myself in my head. "What about it?" I said, sounding shy. Great.

"Well, Katherine wanted me to be the one to tell you this, just in case you're wondering," he said quickly. "I wanted to congratulate you. You are one of the leading roles of Lying Awake."

And who cares divine intervention?
I wanna be praised from a new perspective

I couldn't move.

"Bella?" He said.

"Y-yes…?" I replied shakily.

"Are you there?"

"…To be honest, no."

I heard a chuckle and had to laugh with him—the laugh came from the truth from my words, the whole massacre of the situation I was in, and from his laugh, the damned contagious laugh that had me giggling to the point where somebody would think that I was crazy.

"She wants you to come down to the studio…"

But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up I'm getting out of here…

I was already walking out of the door, iPod forgotten, left to die on my bed.

I can hear it now... "I.O., what the hell is up with the new stories but no updates to the others?" Well, you know what? Screw you guys. LOL Just kidding. Chill, I'm almost done with Sun Through Rain's new chapter, and I'm halfway through Hungover. Nobody's Home is put on hold before I get a feel for the personality I put Bella in for that. So be patient, young grasshoppers :D

The song used, in case you didn't know, is New Perspective by Panic! At the Disco. Love that song. And by the way, that song isn't the one that she was listening to. It was by Linkin Park. Can anybody guess it? :D

-Khaos