An: Hey. This is my first fan fic. This is just something that's been in my head for a while so I finally decided to write it down. Also, I don't own Twilight or any of the songs in this story.

Dead Flowers

Prologue

BPOV

"Bella! Bella! Get your ass out of bed, the car will be here in the next hour to take us to the show!"

Fuck. That would be my sister Alice. My head is killing me and I seriously think I'm dying.

Why? Well that would probably be all the whiskey I consumed after last night's show. The last six months that all my life has been; concerts, whiskey and cigarettes. What the hell am I talking about? Let me explain…

My name is Isabella Swan, everyone calls me Bella. I live with my sisters Alice and Rosalie and our cousin Kate. Collectively we are known as the upcoming girl band Swan. I'm 21, the baby of the family and the plain one when left to my own devices. Let Rose and Alice at me and I admit I don't look half bad. Rosalie is the oldest at 26. She should have been a model. She has a killer body and gorgeous blonde hair. Alice is beautiful just like Rose only in a pixie like way. She's the middle child at 24. Our cousin Kate isn't far off from Rose; they took all the good genes out of the family gene pool. Kate is the same age as Rose.

A year ago, we packed up everything we had and moved to L.A to try and get a record deal. We had a good following in Texas playing bars and honky tonks but we wanted more. Really the Texas Red Dirt scene is awesome but we really wanted to rock, not be borderline country/rock. One thing all the bars taught us thought is how to play for your audience. I could twang out a country song with the best of them or I could rock the stage. Whatever was needed we could do. Even if it was mainstream pop. Give us a banjo and fiddle we could even do a hell of a job on bluegrass.

So, with everything we had saved, we packed the instruments and headed to L.A. Oh L.A. that's where we got our break with Cullen Records and that's where I met the man that put me in the current state I'm in, Edward Cullen. Lead singer of New Moon and son of the Carlisle Cullen, the owner of our record label.

Things for Edward and I started our rocky but once we got to together we were perfect, in love, the kind of love that should last a life time. At least that's what I thought. Apparently, it only lasted while we were touring music festivals for six months. Once we had to separate to go on separate tours things didn't work so well. Drugs, sex and rock n' roll. Really, I should have seen it coming. I should have known that once he was out on the road without me there willing and ready, girls constantly throwing themselves at him and touring with Tanya Fucking Denali, that no talent skank whore that can't even right her own songs things would change. But, I was in denial, I thought he loved me. I was wrong.

What do I have to show for it, apparently this morning a hell of a hangover and a concert that I have to put on in 5 hours. Like I said earlier since everything went to hell, my life has consisted of whiskey, cigarettes and concerts. I did get some awesome inspiration for my songs though. I've been writing like crazy. Helps to get it all out somehow.

Anyway, there's the background history. Time to get ready for the show.

Reluctantly I pulled myself from my bed and yelled to Alice, "I'm up bitch. I'm going to take a shower, get dressed then I'll be ready to go."

"It's about time, just throw on some yoga pants and a tank. Our wardrobe is already onsite." Alice stated as she walked in my room.

"So what am I wearing tonight?" I asked. Alice always had awesome outfits picked out for the shows. On a normal day I'm in jeans and t-shirt girl but for the shows Alice always had me decked out in leather pants, corset tops, short skirts and heels.

"I have the perfect outfits tonight, we are all wearing black leather pants, you my dear will be in a gorgeous royal blue corset, mine of course will be pink, Rose's will be red and Kate's will be green." Alice replied.

Colors were our staples. I'm in blue, Alice pink, Rose in red and Kate in green. Not only were these the colors that looked best on us but they also matched the colors of our tramp stamps. That's right all four of us have a tramp stamp. Rose and Kate got theirs on their eighteenth birthdays, a butterfly in the middle of their lower backs with tribal art surrounding the side reaching to their hips. Rose's butterfly was filled in red and Kate's in green. Alice got hers on her eighteenth birthday, of course in pink so when my eighteenth rolled around of course I got mine in blue. It's our thing, don't knock it. We are not tramps.

I quickly made my way into the bathroom and showered. My boring brown hair would dry on the way to the venue. I threw on a purple tank, black yoga pants and flip flops and was ready to go. As I headed out of my room I heard the knock at the door signaling that our driver was here to take us to the show.

"Bitches, let's get this party started" Rose yelled as she came down the hall.

We made our way to the car and headed to the show. Tonight we were playing in, fuck I can't remember where we are. I think some place in Ohio. State fair or something like that.

Once we arrived, we headed to our dressing rooms they were so gracious to set up for us and got ready. I had to admit, once Alice and Rose got done with my makeup and hair I didn't look bad. You couldn't tell that I hadn't left in months and that I quite literally was starting a love affair with Jack Daniels.

There was a knock on the door and the stage manager yelled telling us that we were up in five.

We rocked the show. Me on lead vocals and guitar, Alice on bass, Rose lead guitar and Kate on the drums. We performed most of the songs off the album we released this year as well as a few staple favorites that we did at all concerts. Every show we would close with a new song that we were looking at for our new album to see how the audience responded.

I set down my Fender and strapped on my acoustic guitar. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through this song but the girls and the music execs loved it. It's just one of the many songs I have written since my life fell apart. Looking out at the audience I braced myself. "This is our last song for the night. You guys have been great. This is a new song we are working on so let us know what you think. This is Dead Flowers." With that I started strumming my guitar.

I feel like the flowers in this vase

He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said

They been here in the kitchen and the water's turnin' gray

They're sittin' in the vase but know they're dead, dead flowers

I feel like this long string of lights

They lit up our whole house on Christmas day

But now it's January and the bulbs are all burned out

But still they hang like dead flowers

He ain't feelin' anything

My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain

I'm living in a hurricane

All he can say is 'Man ain't it such a nice day?'

I feel like the tires on this car

You said they won't go far but we're still rollin'

I look in the rearview and I see dead flowers in the yard

And that string of lights and it ain't glowin'

Like dead flowers, like dead flowers

He ain't feelin' anything

My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain

I'm living in a hurricane

All he can say is 'Man ain't it such a nice day?'

Hey, Hey, I guess we'll just go to waste

Like dead flowers

Like dead flowers, dead flowers

The crowd went crazy as we closed out the song. I took one last look at the audience and that's when I saw the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. Eyes I swore I would never see again….Edward Cullen.

What the fuck is he doing here?

Chapter Song

Dead Flowers - Miranda Lambert