Summary: REPOST: After Bella graduates from college she thought her dream job would be waiting...fate had other plans. When her brother Emmett asks her to join his band, she agrees. What happens when music isn't the only thing that sparks her interest?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters..:( the plot is all mine.

AN: This is a repost. For any of you that may have this on pdf, you'll likely see some changes as I go through and edit a bit.

BPOV

The drum beat started vibrating the floor beneath my feet. I would have stomped for all the good it would have done. Soon after, the guitar riffs started and I knew my studying was done. Why I agreed to move in with my brother and his band mates I will never know. I had two more finals before I graduated from college. All I wanted to do was write. Journalism school was my answer.

All through high school I had written little things. I had written for the school paper and been on the yearbook committee. What I really wanted to do was write a novel, but a newspaper would be my jumping off point. Not if I couldn't graduate.

I flung back my desk chair and stormed down the steps. The thundering got louder as I approached the garage. Why does my room have to be over the garage? I thought as I swung open the door. "EMMETT!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Still, the beat went on. I walked over to his friend Jasper's amplifier and yanked his guitar cord out of it. Not stopping I went straight to Edward's and unplugged his as well. The only sound left was the keyboard that Rose was playing and Em's drums.

Finally, Emmett realized everyone had stopped and looked up. His eyes immediately fell on me standing in front of him with my hands on my hips. "What the fuck, Bella? We have to rehearse we have a gig tomorrow!" Emmett stormed.

"I don't give a shit. I have two more finals to study for, Emmett. Tomorrow is my last day and I have to pass. You can wait to practice when I am at class." I implored with my big brother. "Please!"

Emmett just stared at me. He was older than me by three years, but sometimes it felt like I was the older sibling. When our parents died in my first year of school, it was agreed that I would move in with him and his friends in Seattle since I was going to UW. I agreed at the time because I hated the dorms. My roommate had been understandably upset, until Alice met Jasper. They fell in love and she came with me, we've been here ever since.

"Why can't you go to the library?" Emmett whined.

"Because, it's gonna be packed with all the other students cramming for their last finals. Come on, Emmett, just give me two hours. Then I'll make you guys whatever you want for dinner. Please!" I begged one last time.

Emmett sighed and looked around at the group, "What do you think guys?"

Edward looked at me and said, "Whatever we want for dinner? No matter how elaborate?"

"Yes," I smiled, knowing I had won.

"Fine, two hours. Starting now."

"Thanks," I said as I ran back up to my room. I sat back down at my desk and re-opened my textbook, reading in blissful silence.

EPOV

I watched Bella run from the room and slowly removed my guitar strap from my shoulder. Jasper was doing the same thing. I watched Rose turn off her keyboard and walk over to Emmett.

"Well, damn. What are we gonna do for two hours?" He mumbled.

I just sighed and turned to go in the house. It was a nice two story with five bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a full service kitchen, which came in handy since Bella was such a great cook. There was a comfy living room, a dining room we never used and a three car garage. The garage was not used for cars though and held all of our music equipment and served as our rehearsal space.

I plopped down on the couch in the living room and watched as everyone else strode in and took up positions as well. "Why don't we go over the play list and figure out if we want to add any new songs."

"Edward, the play list is fine, we've gone over it a dozen times. What new songs are we gonna add? I haven't written any, have you?" Rose snarled.

"Actually..." I had written a couple, but they were both duets. I was worried that Rose's voice wasn't strong enough for them and I knew Alice couldn't carry a tune.

"Dude, you holding out on us?" Jasper asked.

"No, I just finished them and am worried about the sound. I'll go grab them and my acoustic and see what you all think." I got up from the couch and went up to my room. I looked in on Bella as I passed, but her nose was buried in a book and she was scribbling furiously in a notebook. I grabbed my guitar, the sheet music and went back down stairs.

"Here, Rose. They're duets, see what you think." I handed Rose the sheets and handed the guys their copies. Rose started humming as she read. I sat down and started strumming out the chorus.

don't you wanna stay here a little while

don't you wanna hold each other tight

don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight

don't you wanna stay here a little while

we can make forever feel this way

don't you wanna stay

"Well, what do you think?" I asked after a few moments.

Rose looked at me. "It's great, Edward, but I don't think this is in my range. Lets try it though."

For the next half hour we worked on the song, but finally agreed that we needed a different female to do the vocals. We just didn't have any idea who. We decided to put it aside for now and we looked at the other one. I thought Rose sounded good on this one, but she disagreed.

"Edward, I don't like how the harmonies sound. Maybe we should audition for a new female vocal. I just don't have the right sound and we all know that Alice can't sing in the shower. No offense, Jazz."

"None taken, Rosie." Jasper grinned.

Emmett cleared his throat. "I know someone who could sing them."

"WHO?" We all shouted.

Emmett didn't answer, he just looked at the ceiling. We all looked up confused and then looked at each other. Suddenly it dawned on me. "Bella? Seriously, Em? Come on."

"Dude, she can sing like there's no tomorrow. I just don't know if she would do it. She's so shy and totally focused on starting a writing career after she graduates next week. Just listen, she always sings when she cooks. Just wait, you'll be blown away."

"Alright, but if she does blow us away, how are you going to convince her to sing with us?"

Emmett just smirked, "I have my ways. Trust me."

Famous last words.

AN: Any songs that were used in this story are NOT mine.