Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Author's Note: Hey everyone. This is my first story to post here, so don't be too hard on me. Normally I don't like changing the setting or characters in any way, but I just thought I'd try this idea out. Tell me what you think by reviewing!
What does he think he's doing?
He can't just walk out!
Look at his eyes! Were they black earlier?
I tried to ignore the thoughts swirling around me and closed my eyes at the last one. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers and took deep, unnecessary breaths.
"You can't just walk out like that, Edward," the director's harsh voice cut into my thoughts. Who does he think he is? Just because he's the best actor on Broadway doesn't mean he has the right throw a celebrity fit every five minutes!
Actually, I could. And I had been for the last fifty years. Of course, not in the same place. I had traveled from Paris to Spain, and had been acting on Broadway for the last three years. I had been throwing these so called "celebrity fits" not because I had the inflexible mind I had seen within those famous bodies, but because of the thoughts that were constantly screaming at me.
I could block them out. Sometimes. But when hundreds of the cast and crew surround you, it's terribly difficult to block out their minds. The law bound me to these productions, though that would be the least of my problems if I decided to quit. What kept me here was simple-boredom.
"Edward, we're rehearsing. Now," Janette, the director, was finished trying to work with my temper. Without a word, I stood and walked back on stage.
"Oh, and we have a new Elphaba," Janette called after me, using the name of the main character in the Broadway production, Wicked. I didn't turn around to see who it was, but I could hear her voice and her thoughts behind me. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite," Janette was soothing the new girl. I sneered at her choice of words and listened for the new girl's thoughts, guaranteed to be laced with uncertainty.
I heard nothing. Nothing, for once in my hundred years, I heard nothing. I whipped around, wondering why Janette was talking to herself. That's where I saw the most beautiful, and most dangerous, creature to walk the earth.
I hope that wasn't too bad for my first try. Please review to tell me if you liked it and if I should continue. In the next chapter, I'll include who it is (though I'm sure you already know) and what Edward does about it. By the way, if you haven't seen Wicked, you're missing out.