Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

AN: This is a re-posting. Funnily enough, a bottle of wine is not the best thing to drink before attempting to type and upload documents.

EPOV:

My agent had called me for this meeting to discuss possibilities for my career now that I had graduated from Julliard. I couldn't believe the option that he was putting on the table, however.

"A country singer's tour, are you freaking' kiddin' me? Seriously?"

"Not just ANY country singer's tour, Bella Swan. Nashville's new IT girl; the exposure will be awesome for you and it will be great for your portfolio. Connections-wise, you will meet all of the industry's top people as well as doing CMT's Crossroads. Bella's a hottie too, what's not to love? This is win-win, Edward!"

"What's not to love is the entire genre! I can't stand that Redneck crap! I just left Julliard with a degree in classical piano and music theory. I don't like NASCAR, fried food or Jeff Foxworthy!"

"Stop being such a snob! You need this gig to get your name out there if you want a paycheck from that fancy degree. You're looking for a future in the music business, this where you'll get your foot in the door. The Boston Symphony isn't hiring right now; sorry about your luck."

He had a point. My endowment and scholarships had gotten me this far but school was over now. I didn't want to ask my family for any money when I had decided not to follow my father's footsteps at Harvard Law. He supported my decisions, but I knew that he thought music was something that I would tire of quickly and finish law school. I would just have to suck it up and spend the summer with the bumpkins.

"Alright, I'm in."

BPOV

"The new Nashville star, are you freaking kiddin' me?"

I couldn't believe that my yard sale guitar had landed me in Nashville, let alone that I had won the Nashville Star contest. Six months ago, the biggest decision that I had to make was what to cook for dinner. Now, I had to audition a band, record my first CD and go on a ten city tour this summer. I turned to Rosalie Hale, my agent. She's a bitch in the conference room, but she has my back.

"Alright Rose…What's the first thing on the agenda?"

Rose flipped her immaculate blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled.

"Funny you should ask. I have a stack of band audition CD's and portfolios here. There are a few that are very promising."

"Okay, hand me the top one. What's the name? Oooh, Edward Cullen. Sounds stuffy."