"NO!" I gasped in horror.

"Edward, Edward, Edward, bro, seriously, you need to relax. It's just a talent show." I stared in revulsion at the sign up sheet for the Forks High School First Annual Talent show. I shook my head back and forth incredulously; surely I must be dreaming.

"Edward, you're a REALLY good guitarist and you have an awesome voice! I don't see what the problem is." Jasper said.

"I—you –Emmett!" I spat at him. He looked at me through innocent eyes.

"Yes, brother dearest?"

"Brother dearest my ass!" I yelled. I was infuriated. I couldn't believe my brothers would sign me up for such a ridiculous thing as a talent show.

"Chillax, dude. Don't forget we're playing in it too." I took comfort in that thought, staring up at the sign up sheet again. They had signed us up as a band; Jasper on bass, Emmett on drums, and myself on lead guitar and lead singer.

"I still don't know guys…" I hesitated.

"C'mon Eddie, it'll be fun!" Emmett encouraged. I rolled my eyes and scowled at him. I hated when he used that name for me. I sighed in defeat; I wasn't getting out of this one.

"Alright, I'll do it." I acquiesced. Emmett laughed.

"That's what she said." I slapped Emmett's arm and rolled my eyes.

"Perv." I said.

"Stiff." He retorted.

"Haha…that's what she said." I quoted him and he stuck his tongue out at me. We walked to our Spanish class together, getting more attention than usual….female attention. I shuddered. I abhorred any unnecessary attention. More stares than normal were distracting throughout the day. Even Jessica Stanley stopped me in the hall.

"Hey Edward." She greeted me flirtatiously

"Good Morning Jessica." I responded politely.

"So, uh, I heard you were in the talent show…" she prompted.

"Yes, that is correct, my brothers and I are apparently going to form a band."

"Uh, wow, that's awesome. I'm sure you'll do great." Hmm...this was going better than I expected.

"Thank you." I smiled friendly at her.

"So, what song are you playing?" she asked.

"Well, we haven't decided yet." I responded.

"Oh, well, let me know when you decide." Umm….okay. Where was she going with this?

"Sure, uh, okay." I responded a little confused.

"Umm…" she lowered her voice. "Er—I'm sure you'll do great and look sexy doing it." She mumbled so quickly I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly. She turned and practically ran down the hall, leaving me totally confused, and somewhat disgusted. Could she be any more vile? I struggled to keep my lunch down. The talent show was only a week away. Great.