Preface
"Ready, Bella?" My short, black-haired adoptive sister asked me as we heard the crowd cheering from our small dressing room.
"Definitely. Ready for this Rose?" I turned and asked my other adoptive sister as I put on my blue, fingerless gloves.
"Let's do this. After this we finally get some time off from doing concerts! Just albums and rockin' it baby!" Rose smiled and we walked out the door and towards back stage.
I was handed my microphone as I walked. I smiled at both of my sisters before the crowd began to get louder and started chanting our name, "Eclipse!"
Rosalie and my other sister, Alice ran onto the stage and to their spots, receiving more cheers before the music started and I walked out on stage, earning many screams.
"Let's get this party started!" I yelled and immediately started singing along with the music.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Alice, my little, adoptive sister was working the drums. She was always the energetic one and liked how you could hit the drums. She was small and a shopaholic.
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends
We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lot of style, check my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
My older, adoptive sister, Rosalie strummed through the cords on the guitar as we all sang the verses. She was the beautiful, stubborn one. She had long, straight, blonde hair and the perfect physique. She could be a supermodel.
Pumping up the volume, breaking down to the beat
Cruisin' through the west side
We'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast
I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar
Our closest friend, Angela, was rockin' it on the base and looked good strumming it too. She was the smart, conservative one of the group. She was always calm, cool and collected, the three C's.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Get this party started
Making my connection as I enter the room
Everybody's chilling as I set up the groove
Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody's dancing and they're dancing for me
I'm your operator, you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to the party line
Our other sister, Reneesme, is having a blast on the key board. We both share the responsibilities for the keyboard because I taught her how to play but I want to sing most of the time. She has long, brown hair and unique sea green eyes. She is a smart girl, who likes to have fun and party too. She's the baby of the family.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
The crowd cheered loudly as the song ended. I waved to the crowd and said, "Okay, answer this…" I paused and everyone became quiet, "How many of you girls let your heart win over your head and got hurt?" I got a lot of screams, "I can't hear you, say that again?" I leant out towards the crowd and they screamed louder, "Alright, well, I have something to tell you…" Then the music started.
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities
Well I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding on to silly things, I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so (so) inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
This is my life. I'm Isabella Marie Swan, singer/ piano player/ song writer of Eclipse. One of the top bands in America.