Everybody Seems so Famous

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Party in the USA. But I had the idea one day to combine my favorite song with my favorite book so I hope you guys like it!

Chapter One - Party in the USA

"Please discontinue use of electronic devices and store them as we prepare for landing." I heard the pilot say over the speaker. I took the headphones out of my ears and turned off the song that I had recorded myself singing a couple days earlier. I knew it would be the perfect summer anthem, all I needed was a record deal. First, I needed a meeting though, but I would worry about that later because nothing could stop me now. We were almost to Los Angeles and I was shaking with excitement.

"Bella, that guy over there keeps staring at me. You think he wants an autograph?" Charlie ran his hands through his feathered hair, looking hopeful.

I rolled my eyes and stole a glance at the guy Charlie was referring to. The man in seat 6F definitely had a smile just for Charlie, but not for the reason he thought. My dad had one hit in the early 80's and ever since then he thought everyone recognized and loved him. I wondered how he was going to take it when I made it big, as I knew I eventually would. That was why we were moving from Nashville to LA- so that I could become a star that my dad and I both knew I would be.

I hopped off the plane at LAX and on the way to baggage claim, I started checking out the scene at the airport. A shabby looking man jumped in front of me yelling, "welcome to the land of fame excess!"

"Whoa," I said as I backed away slowly.

As we waited for our suitcases to come out, I kicked my red Converse at the baggage cart, silently wishing they were stilettos like the other girls around me were wearing. They made classy clicking noises against the tiled floor and I wished I had googled LA style before I got dressed this morning.

"Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks?" I heard a girl standing near me whisper to her friend.

"She's gotta be from outta town," her friend whispered back, throwing a dirty look in my direction.

It was going to be hard without my girls. This definitely wasn't Nashville.

It was only my first day in California, and I was already doubting that I could fit in. My torn jean shorts and gray cardigan had nothing on the designer clothes that these girls were wearing. Even their luggage was designer. I put my sunglasses on and started humming to myself as I watched the bags go around the carousel.

Once Charlie and I had gathered all of our bags, we walked out the sliding doors and tried to find a taxi. All around us were these men with cameras, yelling and screaming. I quickly realized that they were paparazzi, and unfortunately they were not taking my picture... yet. I tried to play it cool as I looked around trying to figure out whose picture they were taking to take. Wow, everybody seemed so famous. My tummy was turning and I felt kind of homesick. It was too much pressure, and I was finally starting to get nervous.

We jumped in a cab and I started to take in the sights as we drove through Los Angeles for the first time. I looked to the right and I saw the Hollywood sign. This was all so crazy! In my excitement, I rolled down the window and stuck my head out, sucking in a breath of smoggy air. I couldn't believe I was actually here! I smiled up at Charlie. He just twirled his mustache and grinned back.

"Turn the radio up! I love this song!" I yelled to the taxi-man.

I threw my hands up because they were playing my song. Suddenly, I knew I was going to be okay. I started singing along, loving it when the cabbie's mouth hung open in shock. Everyone was always surprised by my awesome singing voice. "Are you a singer?" he asked me. I just nodded my head like 'yeah' and kept singing along.

After what seemed like a short drive up the coast, we pulled up to where we would be living. As I got out, I felt everyone was staring at me again, just like at the airport.

"Hey wait!" the taxi-man yelled to me as I got my bag out of the trunk. I went to the passenger window and leaned in. He handed me a silver sharpie and asked me to sign his dashboard. "You're going to be so famous one day and everyone will want to ride in my cab!"

If they weren't looking before, everybody was definitely looking at me now. I signed my name, Bella Swan, in perfect cursive- just like I had practiced since I was old enough to hold a pen.

With my bag in hand, I followed Charlie into our seafront house. He had made a lot of money from that one hit single, and we could definitely afford a lot more than anyone would guess. He always offered to get me better clothes, but I preferred the understated farm look, until now. The house was completely furnished. I had just found my room and was unzipping my luggage when I heard the doorbell ring.

I opened the door to see a girl about my age with long, silky blonde hair. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I kept my hands to myself. This reminded me that I wanted to get extensions. I absently touched my own hair. I looked at her hands and realized she was holding a pie and looking extremely bored.

"Hi. I'm Rosalie. My mom told me to bring you this pie. She saw you come in."

I eyed the banana cream while the blonde sized me up. "It doesn't really look like you need it though," she continued, arching an eyebrow at me. "It seems you're already storing some snacks for later in your cheeks."

My eyes widened in shock. "Swallow, chipmunk, the food supply won't run out during winter." I was completely speechless, but somehow I managed to get some words out.

"My name is Bella, my dad, Charlie, and I just moved here from Nashville. Thanks for the pie," I reached for it. "I'm sure Charlie will enjoy it." I smiled as I closed the door, trying to be pleasant, which was harder than it seemed. I huffed and took the pie into the kitchen. I didn't see Charlie anywhere around, so I went back upstairs and continued to unpack my clothes. All of my flannel shirts were wrinkled, but that didn't really bother me. As I put my clothes away, I started to feel anxious about what people at school would be wearing.

I would be going to Northumblerand High. It was going to be a big change from the small school I attended in Nashville, I just hoped that I would be able to make some friends. I started humming and shaking my hips to the song in my mind, I knew it would be a hit one day. I grabbed my brush off of my dresser and started singing into it, belting out lyrics as they came to me. I heard the door open, I quickly jumped up and looked at Charlie in the doorway. He was laughing at me. I blushed and looked at the floor.

"Bells, you're going to be famous some day with a set of pipes like that. I know that this move was worth it." I laughed, following him downstairs, still holding the hairbrush. I threw it onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door. Of course there was nothing in it yet. "Dad? Do you want to order some food? We don't have anything in the fridge." He mumbled some response that I could not make out, but I heard him dialing numbers on his cell phone so I figured he had taken care of it. I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the television. I would relax and enjoy tonight before I had to start school tomorrow.