Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

A/N: Please, be generous with your reviews, I know I will appreciate them. It's all about feedback people! So, I hope you like the beginning; I want to know all your thoughts! As you know, the story will be my own of course, but it's blatantly based on a famous singing competition. It would be an underestimation to say that I just love it. Read, enjoy and review!

Chapter One:

"What does this mean to you?" asked Aro Volturi, the music producer of the century. Anything he touched turned to gold; his name had that much weight in the industry. That, more or less, compensated for his heinous personality "Come on love, if you can't speak, you can't sing, just do us all a favor and get off the stage. Next."

The girl, shaking like a leaf, ran past me in tears. I suppose being caught up in the moment, of being on the stage of the most famous singing competition on the planet, is fair. I reckon though, the 5 minutes she took to think of an answer were more due to stage fright than the lack of an answer. I really felt bad for her; she couldn't even fight back and make the most of her chance.

"Hey!" I called after her. She turned around, her face red- she looked young, maybe 15 or so "Get him next year." She gave me a weak smile and ran straight towards a middle aged woman who looked like an older version of her and was in tears herself.

I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest. My eyes downcast, I recited a small prayer and took a deep breath. Any minute now.

"Bells. I have taught you that you move people with your actions not words.." My dad started to say.

"Bella Swan, you are up next." Came a crew man to inform me and lead me to the stage, but before I was ushered away my dad chuckled and said "But when you sing, your words have the power to melt hearts." He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and cleared his throat "Go take the leap."

I could tell he was reining back all his emotions. My father was a man of few words, but a character of action. His presence meant the world to me. And what he said ignited the deep seated pride that I have in being his daughter.

"It's time to free fall." I grinned at my father "See you on the other side Charlie."

I couldn't help but noticed the glistening eyes of the crew man at our exchange.

"It's Dad." My father gruffed out, eyes alight with mirth.

"I hope you're good." Said the crew man grinning at me "Good luck!"

Adjusting the strap of my guitar, I smiled at the crew man and took the first step of the longest walk of my life.

"Bloody hell. Is there no talent in Seattle?" Sighed Aro shuffling the papers in front of him before looking up "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

The arena exploded with laughs and cat calls. I was mid stage, in front of the judge's panel.

"Thanks." I said smiling; I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I took a moment to drink in the illusion of realistic proportions swimming before me. The arena, filled to the brim, the judges right there, in the flesh. Unreal.

"And you are?" He asked.

"Bella Swan. I'm 22 years old and I'm from Forks Washington." I answered him smoothly.

"I love your dress!" piped in Alice Brandon from next to Aro. She was one of the biggest singers and movie stars on the screen. She was the benchmark of her generation and she wasn't even 21 yet. She was also one of the judges on 'The it factor'.

I was wearing a mid thigh white dress with a sweetheart neckline and a pair of tan boots to go with my tan guitar. It was simple, the way I liked things.

"Thank you." I started to feel like a parrot. It was clear I wasn't the chattiest person around.

I sneaked a quick peek at the other judges before Aro called me back to his attention. There was Tanya Denali, a country music super star who has cemented her status of stardom years ago and had the multiple Grammy awards to show for it. She was as beautiful as those southern bells we all hear about. And the last judge was what probably made this new season the reality show of the year. While each judge was spectacular in their own right, the fact that the network was able to bring the Edward Cullen on board was nothing short of a miracle. He started off as an actor in a small film based on a book franchise about a star-crossed romance and became the most recognizable face on the planet overnight. He soon after became associated with big movies with even bigger directors and in between all of that launched his music career with a voice that was made for acoustics. He was also voted the sexiest man alive and he wasn't even 30 yet.

Sure, he was never on my wall back home, but almost every girl in my town was obsessed with him. He was a phenomenon. He became a force of nature, whether it was by fault or design. So, the tiny level of intimidation I felt was healthy- at least I thought so.

He was leaning back on his chair, his face stoic. I didn't linger in my glance, I didn't make eye contact. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the judges to think I was only there because of him. It was fair to make that assumption seeing as there were many girls auditioning just because he was there. Hence the never ending monologue of torture Aro had going, for his sole entertainment I presume. Maybe a little bit for us too. It was a reality show after all.

"What will you sing for us today then, Bella?" Asked Aro as he scribbled something down on paper.

"Sprectrum by Matthew Koma and Zedd."

"Don't know that one. A little risky in my opinion, but ready when you are." He said leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. I smiled and nodded; I adjusted the Mic and started strumming the strings of my guitar.

And just like that something took over. Like it always has, and like it always will. The melody was slow and haunting, creating a hypnotic pull.

Breathing You In When I Want You Out
Finding Our Truth In A Hope Of Doubt
Lying Inside Our Quite Drama, A-A-Ah

Wearing Your Heart Like A Stolen Dream
Opening Skies With Your Broken Keys
No One Can Blind Us Any Longer.

We'll Run Where Lights Won't Chase Us
Hide Where Love Can Save Us
I Will Never Let You Go.

We'll Run Where Lights Won't Chase Us
Hide Where Love Can Save Us
I Will Never Let You Go.

We Can Exist On An Empty Stage

We Don't NeedSound To Invent Our Sake

Healing Us Back Into A Corner

Tracing The Skin That DefendsYour Face

Wrestle The Walls That Pretend They're Safe

Soak In The Sand That Pulls Us Under

We'll Run Where Lights Won't Chase Us
Hide Where Love Can Save Us
I Will Never Let You Go.

We'll Run Where Lights Won't Chase Us
Hide Where Love Can Save Us
I Will Never Let You Go.

I Will Never Let You Go.

I Will Never Let You Go.

I Will Never Let You Go.

My eyes connected with Edward Cullen's eyes as I sang the last verse. It was a moment I would cherish forever because I'd never seen eyes so vibrant before, so green so entranced, or entrancing, at that moment I didn't care. I finished the song and looked down biting my lips. I took a deep breath and looked up. It was still quite in the arena, you could hear a pin drop.

"We love you!" Somebody screamed from the distance and the arena erupted with loud cheers and clapping. It was surreal; it was the most amazing exhilarating feeling ever. That I could produce something like that, regardless of what the judges were going to say or what was going to happen, I would remember this to my dying day. I will always come back to this no matter what happens.

The judges all gave me a standing ovation, even Edward Cullen stood up to his full height, the small smile still in its place. This was beyond my wildest dreams, to receive this kind of reaction. I believed in myself, I knew I had something special that I couldn't wait to share with the world and to finally have this reaction to show for my hard work was unbelievable.

I looked to my side, to where my dad stood, his hand on heart and eyes glistening with pride "You're flying." He mouthed to me.

"I believe I am speaking for all of us: You have four Yes's!" Aro grinned at me "I have a feeling we haven't even begun to see what you have to offer."

"Oh my god! Thank you. Thank you so much!- oh wow- Thanks!" I suppose there was no controlling my blush at that point, I bit my lip hard before yelling to the crowd "Seattle, show him what you've got!"

The arena exploded as I made my way off the stage, not before catching Aro laugh heartily. I had never felt so alive, as I ran to my father's arms and he twirled me in an uncharacteristic show of emotion from the both of us to each other.

"That just happened!" I was shaking my head in disbelief "Charlie, pinch me so I know I'm not asleep dreaming."

He squeezed my shoulders "It is a dream, it's your dream and it's happening and I'm so proud of you. You couldn't have made your old man happier."

That was the beginning of a journey. One that was a long time coming. One that I couldn't wait to embark on.