A/N: This is my first Twilight fan fiction so, be gentle. I love the books man, crazy amounts. Obsessive amounts… Reviews are awesome so please… Review! Oh, Maybe some New Moon spoilers. Just to be safe, if you haven't read it don't read this.

I'm just so damn tired of Bella being so ordinary. She's such a sweetie I think she should be good at something.

Summary: Bella has always felt the inequality of her and Edward's relationship. She's tired of never having anything to reciprocate with. An accidental audition will change all that. Bella… talented? Who would have thought!

Disclaimer: Doesn't own it, just a die-hard fan.

Audition: Extra credit

This was the first time since the approaching of my 18th birthday that I had been dreading a certain day, and taking my stress out on my calendar. I assaulted the white squares with an obnoxious red pen as I realized that the day was actually here. I knew it would be bad but the realization hit me so hard my eyes began to water.

Feeling slightly embarrassed at my own wussiness I pushed away my tears violently. My heart was beating vigorously out of my chest and I tapped my leg anxiously. I was already shaking and my stomach felt as if it were about to rebel. With that thought my gag reflex was awoken and I burst through the bathroom door and stooped over the toilet, tears reforming in the corners of my eyes.

I was startled as I felt two strong hands pulling back my hair from my face and even more embarrassed as I realized his hands were very pale and very cool. My vampire boyfriend was watching me, basically, projectile vomit into a toilet. I sobbed a little harder.

He muttered soothing words of nonsense as he stroked my hair gently. I hiccupped violently as I slumped pathetically against the cold porcelain. My stomach seemed to want to keep throwing up but there was nothing left in my stomach. I was left with sickening dry heaves.

"Can you stand?" he asked softly. I nodded weakly.

I lifted myself off the floor, wobbled slightly but his sturdy hands grasped my waist with an unwavering grip.

He walked me over to the sink and I reached appreciatively for my toothbrush and brushed until I saw pink and my mouth tasted somewhat clean and minty.

I spun around to meet his flawless skin and his buttery toffee coloured eyes and was even more aware of my humanity. I almost started crying again as I felt my inevitable blush creep up my neck and around my face.

He made a clucking noise and pulled me into his muscular frame. I snuggled into his shoulder.

"Poor thing…" he mumbled into my tangled hair and rubbed my back soothingly.

"Are you alright?" he asked, pulling away to look me in the eyes. Anxiety was clear on his face. I grunted.

A knowing look fell over his godlike features and he grinned.

"Nervous, are we?" I scowled. Nothing got by him.

I made him step outside of my room while I got changed into a pair of skin tight jeans and black tank top with a white cropped sweater over top, compliments of Alice, and swooped my hair up in a messy bun.

I inhaled an energy bar, chugged down the remainder of a carton of milk, snatched up my book bag and charged out to find the silver Volvo that looked like a beat up Volkswagen next to my statuesque angel.

This was the first time I'd really got to sink in his appearance due to my minor distraction this morning and I practically swooned right there, as I gazed upon him in fitted faded jeans and a blue polo, muscles prominent. My heart picked up considerably.

His heart breaking smile told me he noticed my lingering 'glance' (gawk) of appreciation. Ba bump, ba bump, went that damned heart of mine I wished so badly would be quiet sometimes. He grinned a little wider. Did he really get such a kick out of the fact I could barely hold myself together around him?

As the engine purred affectionately as Edward pulled out of the driveway, my heart was uncontrollably thrashing against my ribcage. For the first time since I'd gotten to Forks, it wasn't because of my infatuated love for Edward.

"Maybe I could jus-" I started.

"No." He stated.

"Maybe-"

"Not a chance in hell," he smirked evilly, "You need to graduate."

I was very angry. I knew he'd never let me but I still had a bit of hope. He crushed it.

"Fuck you." I snarled. That was the very first time I had ever sworn meanly to Edward. Or generally been that callous with him. He noticed.

He guffawed.

"Someone's grumpy…I'll buy you a coffee." He chuckled, still a bit shocked, and he pulled into a Starbucks a few blocks from Forks High School. Hey, they had Starbucks everywhere. Even Forks.

I sat in the car, pouting brattily, with my arms folded. He had no idea how badly I wanted to put this off. I wanted to put it off more than I wanted to be a vampire. Well, maybe not. But, I obviously wanted to put it off a LOT for me to even compare those two.

He came back still laughing to himself and handed me a medium sized cappuccino with extra foam. I sighed contentedly. All good boyfriends should know their girlfriend's Starbuck's drink.

I took the coffee from him gratefully, looking down sheepishly.

"Sorry. Love you." I said gruffly, blushing. He only grinned.

"No worries, love." And he kissed me on the cheek.

He sighed then. "Is there no way you can do catch up some other way?" He seemed to be taking my side now.

I looked down sadly. "No. This is the only way I can make up for extra credit… Damn you, Edward, why did you make me come to Italy? I could've been fit to graduate but nooooo… You have to go try to kill yourself!" I ended with a teasing note.

He laughed that laugh I loved.

Ba bump…

"You'll be fine." He said simply. How did he figure that? He was good at everything!

"Edward! I have to try out for something I don't even want to be in! I have to do something I only do in the privacy of my own headphones! Everyone's going to be there! This is cruel and unusual punishment for missing a CALCULUS exam! Calculus! That has nothing to do with SINGING!"

I have no confidence! If I'm lucky, I might not vomit on the stage, and I might get off stage with my dignity. I'd rather do SEVEN calculus tests than THIS!" I exclaimed, gesturing to all the excited students with their music sheets in front of them.

We'd just pulled up to the parking lot and the eager faces stuck out in the crowd, and the sound of mediocre music filled the misty air. Ba bump.

"See? There are so many more people who want this… and I'm making more competition for people who actually should be in this show or whatever it is." I whined.

Edward sighed.

"Well, it's not like you're actual competition-" My jaw dropped. That was offensive. Hey, maybe it was true, but still very rude.

He noticed my insulted expression. He realized what he said.

"No, no, that's not what I meant-" he started, but I was already out of the car, angry. Hey, my caffeine hadn't kicked in yet. I was still being a bitch. And plus… I had to sing in front of the majority of the school today! I'd just blame it on PMS…

He was too stunned at his own inarticulation to stop me as I marched angrily towards Alice. We linked arms and strode off to the homeroom we shared together.

As I told her what he said, I started to feel stupid for getting so short tempered.

Alice giggled.

"What a jerk…" she said, though I felt it was for more benefit as she was still giggling.

As the bell went to signify the end of homeroom and the start of first period, Alice mirrored me as we gathered our stuff and headed out the door.

"See you in fifth period…" She sing-songed, as she headed in the other direction, winking. I groaned, marching off to Calculus.

As I entered the room, Mrs. Nelson grinned at me. Not only was she my Calculus teacher, she also happened to be the sadist who inflicted this form of extra credit on me in the first place. I knew she'd never liked me…

The seconds turned into minutes and eventually, to hours, as I silently threatened them to go slower. On the one day I need to the day to drag on longer…

At lunch, I wanted so badly to be alone and not see anyone, I, pathetically, sat in a bathroom stall and locked the door. I knew Alice and Edward would wonder where I was but I didn't care. I was so nervous, I threw up once more. This time, however, no one was there to make sure I was okay. But at least I'd thought to pack my toothbrush and floss with me.

Fifth period was approaching with a looming shadow. I was shaking by the time my English teacher finished reading out our sonnets to the class. As he looked at the clock he grinned. He motioned for us to follow him to the auditorium. The class cheered with keen faces, and the girls were giggling like mad, and the boys chuckling in deep voices. I scowled at them all.

Angela beamed at me as we rapidly started approaching the auditorium that looked even scarier than before. It didn't have anything to do with the cobwebs that hung in the corners of the doors.

"Hi Bella," She squeaked, "excited?"

I moaned. "I can't feel my legs."

She giggled, taking this as a joke. I laughed, half-heartedly, trying to be subtle about the fact that I was struggling to put one foot in front of the other.

As we got inside, it was even worse than I expected. After speaking with Mrs. Nelson, I'd found out that the teachers had convened, and decided this should be a school activity. Now, literally, the entire school was gathered inside the tiny auditorium.

"This could be a lot worse Bella. You could actually have to get on the music team to achieve this credit I'm giving you." I scoffed internally at the name. Music team.

"You have at least, a B in my class after you finish your song." She'd told me sternly.

I took a steadying breath, and with my head down, sat in a random seat. I knew Edward was looking at me, most likely with concerned eyes but I couldn't bring myself to look up. Angela whispered gentle comforts over our principal introducing the event.

"As you might already know, this is our music team. We travel around Washington performing in different cities and we practice three times a week," He started and Angela and I both snickered at the way he said 'we'. He didn't look like he'd even touched an instrument in his life.

"You all have now received an optional chance to participate and audition for this amazing music team of ours." He boomed over the microphone that we didn't actually need, the school was so tiny.

"We'll go by alphabetical order," he continued, "and when you've finished your piece you will go back to your seat and watch the others perform, politely…" He finished staring pointedly at the clique of trouble makers at the back that I knew as Deryk, Fred, Jason, Monique, and Farah.

He passed the microphone over to Mike who was already in our 'music team'. He shifted over his bass, and read out loud the first name on the list.

His boyish face was very refreshing among his crowd of death-like friends. Racoon eyes stared at us all. I guess I'd been too preoccupied with my heartbreak this year to notice his well developed figure, and his increasingly good looks. If I wasn't irreversibly in love with a vampire, he might just have a chance.

As everyone performed, I became increasingly nervous. Everyone in this school seemed to have amazing vocal chords and musical backgrounds. Every time someone bowed, obnoxious freshmen would cheer loudly from the back

Time continued to tick by and I must have lost a gallon of water in my body from sweating by the time they got to the 'S' section. We'd just gone through a untalented section of 'S's and that didn't seem like a very promising omen.

Mike shook his head. "Thank you very much Taylor Swank…" his voice was full of obvious sarcasm. She grinned widely, oblivious and stomped off stage with her ukulele.

Mike grinned at the name he saw next. "Bella Swan…"

I nearly fainted. This was it. My teeth were chattering. I stood up, stumbling, and catching myself on a shoulder rest in front of me.

I took a deep breath and focused on not falling over as I walked towards the stage. Mike lent me a too-eager hand as I clambered on stage, and he passed me the mike.

"Tell them your song and give me the music," he whispered. I nodded and passed him a crumpled sheet I'd been subconsciously folding obsessively from my nerves.

He passed the ripped up piece of paper to their guitar player and sat on his stool watching me with sparkling eyes. I turned around to face the audience and blew out an exaggerated breath. A few people chuckled and I threw an apologetic smile.

I cleared my throat, and announced "My song is by a band called City and Colour and its caaaalled…" I drew the word 'called' out longer in a singy-songy voice, "In the water I am beautiful."

I scanned the audience, delaying time before I had to sing. With a horrified glance, I was shocked to see ALL of the Cullens sitting in the front row. Yes, all of the Cullens. There sad Rosalie, looking more glamorous than ever, Emmett, his arm draped delicately across the back of her chair, grinning at me, Dr. Carlisle Cullen watching me with gentle eyes, and Esme holding his hand tightly, smiling politely. My stomach lurched. Just as I was about to rush off stage to the bathroom, I caught Jasper Hale, looking calmly in my direction. I was suddenly very grateful for his special gift and a surge of calm and confidence spread through from my head to my toes, faster than lightning. Alice was so tiny beside him but that same smile calmed me even more.

And finally, the most beautiful of all, was looking at me with apologetic eyes. He was, after all, forgiven. He gave me a wide grin and mouthed 'good luck'. I suddenly felt no fear at all. And I began to sing.

And I know its not to get away from me,
You just need a change of scenery
So strange how everything went wrong so fast
And I hope that this confusion does not last

It struck me as I started to sing, that I'd never EVER heard myself sing before. Anytime I'd ever sung I'd made sure that no one was around and I blasted my headphones. Then I would just sing at the top of my lungs. I wasn't ever the one to hum gently to myself at school, in the halls, or at the grocery mart. I just wasn't very sing-y.

These words might be, too little too late,
And I'm afraid that I have already lost you.
Now three months equals eternity and this will be so hard
And I will long to hold you in my arms

I was suddenly very eager to know if I was good so I concentrated very hard on the sound of my voice. I realized then that my voice was perfectly in time to the guitar in the background, though it was white noise, I was so very self involved at this point. My voice went up and down at all the right moments, and carried on for the exact amount of beats necessary.

When you ask do you love me
I should reply with yes most certainly
I always hesitate there's something lingering
And I will try harder to be all that I can be

Now, realizing, that I wasn't half bad, my heart started racing and I wanted so badly for everyone to find me good as well. I gazed at the audience, and I felt my eyes full of emotion with this life experience song. I suddenly wished I'd asked Alice how this would turn out. She was the only face I looked at. A knowing grin was spread neatly on her pixie face. She seemed confident and…didn't I detect impression?

These words might be, too little too late,
And I'm afraid that I have already lost you now
Three months equals eternity and this will be so hard
And I will long to hold you in my arms

With a nervous stutter, I finished the song on a long note and let myself breathe. I cringed as I heard a deafening silence take hold on the auditorium and I suddenly wished I hadn't let myself hope. Just when I thought I was about to faint the whole crowd erupted into a vociferous roar and I split into an ear to ear grin, despite myself. I did a little curtsy and passed the shell shocked Mike the silver microphone. He threw me a thumbs up.

The cheering continued and I could hear Edward's distinct whistle and soon the cheering turned into a standing ovation. This was going pretty far. With a start, I realized it. Something I should have realized before, but didn't, sadly.

I stared at my unfathomably beautiful boyfriend as he grinned and continued cheering and I blushed. And for once, I didn't feel inferior to his talent, beauty, grace. Well, maybe not the last one. But I felt confident in myself.

His eyes were a toasty warm caramel colour and my grin widened. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know. Though, even if he weren't there, I would have figured it out on my own. For once in my life, I, Bella Swan, was good at something. I guess I wasn't so ordinary after all.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I had so much fun writing that! Please review! I might just have another chapter up my sleeve…

If you haven't heard in the water I am beautiful by City and Colour, check it out. It's so pretty. I might just be taking song suggestions for Bella to perform or 'write', whichever happens in the story. You'll have to review so I can update to find out what happens next. How will Edward congratulate Bella? How will Bella's new found self esteem affect their relationship? And most importantly; how did Carlisle find the time off work to come see Bella's performance? Find out as soon as I get ten reviews!