Disclaimer: None of these lovely characters belong to me :( They belong to the talented Stephanie Meyer! *applause*

But wait! I DO own this plot! Yay!

I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar

Superstar – Taylor Swift

Chapter 1 – Superstar

Bella POV

I stared up at his poster longingly. He was everywhere, plastered on my walls, my notebooks, my clothes. I couldn't believe that in just a few hours I would get to meet him, my own personal god.

"Bella!" My mother, Renee called from downstairs. "Start getting ready! We're leaving in an hour!"

"Ok Mom!" I yelled back.

What to wear… what to wear? His favorite color was blue, so I'll definitely wear something blue. Ah! This light blue flowy top is perfect! It had a slight sheen to it so it glistened lightly in my dimly lit room. A pair of dark gray jeggings, jean leggings, and knee-high fur boots completed the look. Choosing clothes never takes long for me, it's my hair that's a hassle. Fan magazines said that Edward likes brunettes… But his most recent ex, Tanya, was a strawberry blonde. His girlfriend before that was also blonde. Hmm… maybe that's why they're his exes. I decided to curl my already slightly wavy and thick chocolate brown hair. After I was done, it hung in gentle ringlets. I applied light makeup, some waterproof mascara and foundation, a touch of blush and silvery blue eyeshadow that brought out my hazel eyes. I looked pretty nice, casual, but dressy at the same time.

"BELLA! FIVE MINUTES!" Renee yelled.

"COMING MOM!" I grabbed by dark blue purse and rushed down the stairs.

"Bella! We can't be late!" Renee was almost as big a fan of Edward as I was. Who could blame her? His soft voice and irresistible good looks could melt even the coldest of hearts.

"Ok , ok Mom! I'm here! Let's go!" I raced to our sleek, dark red BMW. I thought that it was a waste of money, but Renee loved it… And there was no talking her out of buying something she loved.

I blasted Edward's songs as we drove towards the arena. My mom got us VIP tickets. That meant that I would get to meet him before hand, go to a soundcheck, sit in the very front row, and attend the after party. It cost a fortune, but it's so worth it.

There weren't many cars as we pulled up to the parking lot. We were about an hour early. Right now, I was glad for the BMW. Our old silver Honda would've looked shabby next to the Mercedes we parked next to. We were greeted at the doors by bag checkers. Then they pointed us towards the VIP lounge.

"You guys are the first ones here!" The lady in navy blue said, smiling. "You'll get some quality time with Mr. Cullen."

My eyes widened. Quality time! This was better than I had hoped. I practically dragged Renee down the hall to the lounge. And there he was. In all his glory. Sitting, tapping his iPhone. As we walked in, he looked up. I was instantly mesmerized by his golden eyes. How was it possible that he was even more gorgeous in person? He stood up slowly, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hi! I'm Edward Cullen." He held a hand out to me.

"Bella Swan," I murmured, shaking his hand. I got to touch him! My heart was threatening to escape from my chest.

"And I'm Renee! Her mother." Renee smiled brightly at Edward. "Could you point me towards a restroom?" She turned and winked at me. She was leaving me alone? With Edward? Oh my goodness…

"Of course ma'am, just down that hallway and to the left." His voice was gentle and polite.

My mother looked back at me one last time and smiled slyly. I am definitely going to kill her when we get home…

"Come, Bella. Sit next to me." He patted the couch.

I blushed furiously and plopped down next to him. Wow I'm just the picture of grace… He probably thinks I'm just another crazy fan…

"So Bella, tell me about yourself." He smiled kindly at me, humoring me no doubt.

"Well, I'm a junior… Um… I'm currently enrolled in a performing arts school. I got a scholarship for dance and voice." I looked at him, mirroring his smile.

"Voice? Do you like to sing?" He seemed genuinely interested.

"Oh yes! I love to sing!" I grinned at him. I was starting to feel more and more comfortable.

"Well, we'll have to find some time for you to sing for me, Miss Bella!" He laughed. Even his laughter was musical. I was in heaven. We talked and talked. About everything. I told him about high school. He told me about home school. I told him about prom. He told me about the Grammys. I told him about my friends. He told me about his friends. He talked about his siblings and I talked about being an only child. We both talked about having divorced parents. Who knew that we'd have so much in common?

Then there was a knock at the door. A bottle blonde with a too short skirt on strutted into the room on too high heels. I glanced at Edward, he looked back at me, with a look of pure fear and disgust on his face.

"Hey Eddie-kins!" She giggled and flipped her bleached hair. "Remember me?"

"How could I not? You've been at every single one of my concerts." His voice betrayed no emotion. He was as polite as ever.

"Yeah!" She squealed. "I'm so glad you remember!" She rushed to him and hugged him. Edward pulled back and smiled. Well, it was more of a grimace, but she didn't seem to notice. I cleared my throat.

"Oh! Oh! I didn't see you!" She turned towards me. "I'm Lauren."

"Bella."

Lauren turned away from me abruptly and squished herself next to Edward on the couch. "I'm so glad to be here! Again!" She leaned into him and rubbed against his leg. He pulled himself away from her. She scooted closer. "You always sound amazing Eddie!"

"Please, don't call me Eddie." His voice was slightly harsher this time.

"Ok! No prob!" She grinned, probably seductively, at him.

I sat in silence for another couple of minutes before Renee decided to finally return. She glanced at Lauren and then looked back at me. I rolled my eyes and shrugged. She laughed silently and sat down next to me. We spent the next half hour playing Doodle Jump on my iPhone as Edward greeted group after group of fans. The soundcheck and concert sped by and before I knew it, it was time for the after party.