Steph owns. I just imagine it, and then write it down.

And now...on to the show.

Don't forget the gummy bears, and overpriced coke.

BPOV

Frankly, I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

I mean…I can't believe that I'm actually following through with this.

This is insane. I'm insane.

Rosalie said that I had gone from just "crazy" to "batshit crazy." She IS a smart girl. You should listen to her, B.

"Look Rosie, I need to do this. It's the opportunity of a lifetime," I said to her when I told her that I was going to fly to Portland to be in this project.

Of course, Rosalie is Rosalie, and she told me to, "Forget the bullshit. Cut the red tape. Grab the bull by the horns, and tell me the real fucking reason that you're doing this. Because the whole, 'I'm blushing and trying to get you to move on to another subject' act is wearing my patience thin right now, Bell."

"Okay! Look….I didn't say anything…b-because you're just going to say what you always say about my 'head being in the clouds'. And I'm sick of hearing it! I'm doing this because I just feel like it's the right thing to for me to do right now. We're graduating soon Rose, and you've got a teaching job lined up, and we both know I'm not cut out for that. No matter how many times you've tried to convince me otherwise for the past four years. I don't have any job prospects lined up, and I sure as hell am not going to turn being a part-time barrista into a full-time thing. So just please save me your 'romantical nonsense' lecture for another time. I'm doing what I feel is right for me, just like you're doing what is right for you."

Yeah, I bitch browed her.

Yeah, she bitch browed me right back, and then gave me a stern head nod before she turned to walk out of the room.

I knew that I had hurt her feelings with my little impromptu speech, but I needed to say it, and she needed to hear it. She's my best friend, and I love her, but sometimes she is just so exasperating.

Now if I could just grasp some of the boldness that exhibited during my speech, and use it for now, I would be great.

But, I'm not great. And this "sitting on the shoulder of the road, in my car, willing my nerves to get a grip" thing isn't so great either. I wouldn't feel so freaked out by this whole prospect if it was just your normal, everyday job; or if I was back in college acting in plays. These kinds of things don't happen to normal people. Clearly, I am just your normal, everyday, average person. But here I find myself. Not on the outside looking in anymore, but actually on the cusp of something that will be all together life altering.

I, Bella Swan, of Forks, Washington, am about to play a part in a movie.

Granted it's a small movie that I don't think anyone will ever actually see. KC thinks that the best-case scenario is for it to get picked up, and make the rounds, on the festival circuit. I can deal with that. I've been to Sundance before. Yes, it was just to watch the movies and to be there as a spectator, but Sundance was still an amazing experience nonetheless. It, sort of, changed my life. That was when I really began to take acting seriously, rather than just some "thing", some extra side project, that I did while in school that helped me to make friends. I dropped the "minor" in theater from my college repertoire to become a double major in English and theater.

And now look at me.

Too fucking scared to even pull my car off the side of the road and drive the last 100 yards to the hotel that I'll be staying at for the next eight weeks.

It's not that I'm not scared of the hotel. I'm scared of what's in the hotel. There are people in there. And not just any normal people, but a director, producers, and my fellow thespians that will take this eight-week journey with me that is called, "making movies."

I took a few deep breaths to steady my nerves, and then glanced in the rear view mirror.

Okay Bella, you mentally put your big girl panties on this morning when you got up and got dressed. Now it's time to physically do it, and drive up to this hotel and begin rehearsals. You can do it. So roll up your sleeves Rosie, and let's rivet some metal scraps together - slash - get to work.

With that pep talk I checked for oncoming traffic, and then pulled onto the road again from the shoulder. After going the 100 yards I took the first right, and drove into the circular drive of the hotel.

Welcome to the real world big girl. At least your panties aren't a dainty light pink.

Author's note:

I know you've heard this before, but I'm gonna say it anyways...This is my first time on this whole thing. Sure I've read tons of other people's fan fics, but this is my first foray into this world other that reading.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing on this thing. Learning how to navigate all of this publishing, editing, and trying to get this formatting to work is all a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me. So if I change this around a few times, please just be patient with me.

If you're a beta, I'm looking. I don't know if that's how you go about getting one. I've tried to find out how to look for one, but I haven't found that pot of gold yet. So if you get one by saying that you're looking for one...then, that's what I'm saying now.

I'm writing this fic as a satire of sorts. Hopefully my words throughout the chapters will get my point across. Give it time. I do know where I'm going with this.

Thank you to PerkyTurkeyBaby for adding this fic to story alerts. You've given me the confidence to keep going. I was going to give it a week, and if no one reviewed or saved this story as an alert I was going to take it down, change some things, then maybe, maybe, put it back up. I'm a coward. I know. But Turkey girl, I'm not lying when I said you made my day. Thanks. Hoping to get the next chapter out to you soon.

Since this a first attempt for me, I won't know how I'm doing unless you tell me. I can take constructive criticism. In fact, I welcome it! Good and bad reviews will help me get better.

Thanks for your time.

Ms Maroon