A/N: OK so basic idea. Bella is a journalist for Revolver. She is given her first big assignment is to go on tour with this up and coming band, Slaughter House-Five, and write about them. Well slowly Bella starts to fall in love with some of the members of the band. AH and OOC. M for language, intense parts, and lemons.
NOTE: The songs that I will be using for this fake band are by a wonderful band called Adakain, PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT. .com/adakain And I do not own Twilight, that's Stephanie.
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EPOV
As we exited the stage I was so excited. That was one of the best shows I had ever done. The crowd was pumped. I went over and put best friend, Emmett, in a choke hold and gave him a nuggie.
"That was awesome dude. You did a great job on the guitar."
Emmett got out of my hold and said, "Yeah I know, I rock." He said while doing one of his dumb little dances around the back stage area.
I looked around at my band mates, my brothers. The twins were the youngest, Seth who plays back up guitar and Jacob who is our lead singer, both just turned 21. Jasper that was the same age as I was making sure that his bass still looked good. He accidentally smacked it into my drums and was worried that the paint was scratched.
"So who is ready to get fucked up?" Emmett asked, guitar in one hand a bottle of Jim Beam in the other.
"We have to wait for Carlisle. He told me he has some big news for us," I told everyone.
There was a bunch of small chatter going on. I knew Emmett and Jasper wanted to get to the groupies. They are always their favorite part of the tour. I am not a fan of them too much. Most of them where just too desperate for me to even think about fucking them.
After about twenty minutes Carlisle came into our area. He was dressed in his normal manager attire. His blonde hair was jelled beck. He had a pair of nice blue jeans on and a button down shirt. He still looked 24, but he was 34.
"So who wants to hear some good news?" Carlisle asked all of us.
"Come on out with it Boss Man, I got some girls to get to," Emmett shot back.
"Fine then. Slaughter House-Five will be on the second stage for the Mayhem Fest Tour."
Everyone's mouths dropped. This was going to be our biggest break ever, plus tons of money. No one spoke.
"Well are your guys gonna say something?" Carlisle asked in a cocky voice. He knew he did good, he did really good.
"How?" Jake asked.
"I had to call in a few favors. You guys are going to tour the country and have thousands of people watching you. You guys are gonna be huge in a few months."
"WOW," Emmett screamed. He was jumping up and down.
It was time for shots now. Emmett started to pour out his bottle of liquor into tiny glass shots. He was handing it out to all six of us. "To Slaughter House-Five!" Emmett shouted. We all clinked glasses and downed out drink.
Jasper threw his on the ground and screamed. He was normally not one to show any kind of emotion. He was hopped up. He was playing his not plugged in bass like a mad man.
"OK so I do have a little bit of bad news. We have a big photo shoot tomorrow so I am going to enact a curfew tonight. You guys have to look good. It is the picture that they are going to use on the CD that you all recorded last month and also Mayhem Fest is going to use it. So all of you in your rooms by 1. We have to be in New York by 12 tomorrow and its gonna be a 5 hour drive."
All of the guys, but me, made irritated sounds. They slowly started to file out. I motioned for Carlisle to come and sit with me. I poured another shot for the both of us.
"You think this is gonna be it?" I asked him, a little scared.
"I think this is the best chance you guys have. This is how most bands get to be big. Once people hear your music they will like you. It also doesn't help that you are all attractive men."
I laughed and clinked glasses and downed my shot. "Is there any kind of catch with this? I feel like there is a big butt coming." I poured another shot for us.
"There is going to be a reported with your guys. There has been a lot of talk about you and Revolver wants to have the first big story on you guys. So they are gonna just hang out with you during the tour. Also do some writing about the tour its self."
"UGH! You know how I feel about reporters." I took my shot.
"Yes I know. But think she is paparazzi, she is a journalist. She isn't there t break you guy; she is there to make you. Plus if you guys get big enough you get a cover."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I did not want to do this. I did not want to have some weird guy following. This was going to be the best thing for the band. This is what we needed to make a name for us. I poured another shot and drank it.
"Fine. When do we meet up with this guy?"
"Well tomorrow. The tour starts on the 10th. We are going to fly out to California after the photo shoot. That will give us two days to get things in order before we start."
"Well that sounds awesome. I am going to go out and mingle with some of the fans. I will make sure the boys all get to bed on time."
"Have fun Edward."
"Yeah I will try."
I walked out of the back stage and walked into the bar. I looked around to make sure I could find all of my band mates. They were all talking to various fans. There was another band on the stage. I was able to get to the bar and grab a drink before I was noticed by a group of girls.
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BPOV
"BELLA SWAN OFFICE NOW," the intercom on my phone called to me.
I rolled my eyes. I hated this job. I did not listen to this music, at all. I had no clue what any of theses bands where ever talking about. I got up from my desk and walked over to my editor's office. He did not like me that much so I hated going to see him. It was a short walk. I knocked on the door twice and opened it.
He was on the phone so he motioned for me to take a seat and wait. I looked around the walls at all of the magazine covers that we had done. I saw the one of me. I hated that cover. It was me and three other girls who work here that are hot. All of us were half naked holding a guitar, a bass, microphone, and 1 drum. I had the drum. The only good thing was that I got paid a lot to do that.
James was off the phone and looked at me. He gave me his evil smile he always does. I rolled my eyes and said, "You rang?"
"Yeah I got a big job for you."
"What's that?"
"There is this band, Slaughter House-Five; they are the next big thing. They are going to be on the Mayhem Fest. I want you to follow them. It is OK with their manager. You will be on the bus with them. I want an in depth article after the tour. I also want weekly reports on the tour."
My jaw dropped. This was huge for me. "Why me James?"
"Cause your hot, they will let you in. Take the rest of the day off I want you to pack. Here is where you are to meet them tomorrow. Also here is the company card, this is for your rooms and anything else you need," James handed me a piece of paper and a credit card. He went back to his work on his desk.
"Thank you so much James. You are going to get the best damn article ever!" I left his office and went to my desk. I grabbed my few things and then left. I put my iPod on and walked threw the crowded streets of New York. I was going to miss this place while I was gone.
I lived a few blocks away from the office so it was not a bad walk, a total of 20. Once I got there I started to sort threw what I was going to need. I called my mother to tell her the good news. I told her I would see her while we where in Florida and she told me that if I didn't she would kill me. Then I called my Dad to let him know and to tell him I would see him soon. He was excited for me.
Now it was time to pack. Since it was summer it was all light clothing. I grabbed about 15 tanks, 15 shorts, 15 bras, 15 pairs of underwear, all of my flip flops; I also grabbed two dresses, several PJ outfits. I would be able to do my wash while on the road. I packed all of the other necessities like shampoo, body wash, and make-up.
Now it was time to call someone to make sure to get all of my mail and all that. I did not know too many people in New York. A lot of my friends were still in Washington where I left them. I did get the job opportunity of a life time when I was offered a job here. I was fresh out of college and I had sent my resume out to everyone. Revolver gave me the best price.
I called my friend Jessica to come and check on my place. She agreed immediately. I told her all about my job and she was excited for me. She was not the best kind of friend you could ask for, but she could make sure my place didn't burn down.
I spent the rest of the night cleaning my place. I wanted to make sure that when I came back in over 2 months that it would not look like total hell. I washed the floors, vacuumed, dusted, and did anything else I could think of. I was finally done after midnight. I crawled into my bed, excited about my new adventure that I was about to start.
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EPOV
We got into New York a little bit before noon. It was not hard to find the studio where the photo shoot would be. The band was able to get into bed at a reasonable hour. I took the first shift driving, then Seth, lastly Carlisle. He wanted to make sure all of us had time to sleep.
We went into the building for the photo shoot. There was still another one going on before us. It was another smaller band that we had met before, Dear Enemy. When they where done we talked to them for a little bit. We had to go to hair and make-up so it was not too long.
Since we where men the make-up was just power to make sure our faces aren't oily. They did give us some outfits to put on. I was given a pair of blue jeans that where loose fitting with a button up green shirt to make my eyes stand out. I made fake sexy faces at Emmett and he did the same back.
"Fuck Kate Moss I am the best model ever," Emmett joked.
"If you fucked her, you would break her in half," Jasper told him.
Emmett started to hump the air, "Yeah I know. I fuck like a champ."
"OK boys time for your picture, out of the dressing room," Carlisle called to us.
"Sure thing Boss Man," Emmett called.
When we got out there it was a gray back drop. Black would not work with the twin's hair, it would blend in. Jake was to stand in the front with Emmett and I on his flanks. Then Jasper behind me and Seth behind Emmett. We where going to change positions several times. A few shots where taken and then the door opened. M jaw dropped.
In walked the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had long brown hair, fair skin, flat stomach, nice sized tits, and long legs. She gave a heart stopping smile at all of us then walked over to Carlisle. She had two suitcases with her. She could not be the reporter that was going to be living with us. Something that beautiful could not be a reporter.
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BPOV
The band was unbelievable hot. The front man was tan skin with long dark hair and a show stopping smile. He must be related to the other guy who had the same skin tone and hair, but their faces where different. There was a guy with dark curly hair who was large and kind of scary in a sexy way. There was another curly haired guy, but he was blond and lean. The best looking guy by fair was the auburn haired man. He was tall and muscular, but not over the top. He has stunning green eyes that seemed to stand out more then anything else in the room.
I went and talked to the blonde man who must be their manager.
"Hi Bella Swan," I said offering my hand to the man.
"Carlisle Cullen. Over there is Slaughter House-Five," he pointed to the men. "Guys come over here and introduce yourselves."
The sea of hot men came over to me. The first one was the long haired guy. He wrapped me up in a hug and said, "Jacob Black," then released me, "That is my twin brother Seth," he pointed to the other tan guy.
The scary looking guy was next. "Emmett McCarthy."
The blond bowed slightly and said with a southern drawl, "Jasper Whitlock."
The last one to introduce himself was the beautiful bronze haired boy, "Edward Cullen."
"Like your manager?" I asked.
"We are cousins."
I nodded and the band was called back to take more picture. Carlisle and I talked for a bit while they smiled for the camera.
"Do you mind sleeping in the same van as us?"
I laughed, "I have three brothers and lived with my father, I have no problem staying in the same place as guys. I think I relate to them better then girls."
"OK well that's good. That is one less thing we have to worry about. When we will be in a certain area long enough we will be getting hotel rooms but for the most part we are on a giant bus that I have rented. It has five sleeping areas. Some of the boys will be bunking together. I figured we can give you your own bed area."
"Thank you that is very nice of you."
"Well it's the least we can do. I am hoping your article will be good for us. These boys have been working very hard for the past three years trying to make something for themselves."
"I will do my best."
"Well we are going to the airport after this. I see you are ready?"
"Yes. I was packed up last night. I do have two stops to make on two of the days. I have family in Washington and Florida."
"That will be no problem at all."
"Great. So is there anything I need to know about these boys?"
"HAHA. I think it is best if you jut learn as you go along."
The rest of the shoot I watched the guys as the moved around and posed in different spots. I saw Edward always looking at me. I would smile at him. He was defiantly my type of guy. The photo shoot ended at 3. We had to be at JFK by four.
"Well Miss Swan if you like you can sit next to me on the plane," Jasper asked.
I giggled, "Please no Miss, and I would love to sit with you."
He smiled and leads me out to their van. He placed my bags in the trailer with all of their stuff. The ride was anything but silent. Those boys were yelling and screaming to each other. It reminded me of being home with my brothers. Both of my parents remarried after they got a divorce. I lived with my father, he had three sons after me, and this was like home.