Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters (but I do own the OCs, like Chloe, Craig...), and all song lyrics belong to Vanessa Hudgens (Drive), Demi Lovato (La La Land) and Chris Daughtry (Home [although I did change this one around a little to fit the story better.]).

A/N: I got a new inspiration today. The other story, Back Home, is still on!! Please R&R!! The entire story is gonna be done from Bella's POV.

Chapter One ~

"Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting to you, LIVE in Seattle for the FIRST TIME EVER, IZZY SWAN!"

I flinched at the thunderous roars and applause that sounded at the mention of my name, before the adrenaline kicked in, and I grinned, running out onto the stage with my microphone in hand.

"HELLO SEATTLE!" I yelled into the mike, scanning the huge crowd. I saw the familiar faces of some of my old friends, Angela, Mike, Tyler, Jessica and I grinned even wider. "Now, most of you don't know this, but I grew up in Forks, Washington," I paused as the crowd thundered, "before moving to Hollywood. So this first song, is for my old friends, who are in the crowd today!" I smiled, before continuing, "Jessica, Angie, this one's for you!" I laughed quietly as Jessica squealed and as the band started, I drank in the sight of the huge mass of bodies, yelling my name, I grinned into the spot light, letting the feel of the stage drown me, and sang.

"I don't claim to know it all,
I've had some wins; I've had some falls.
Road is long, and time is short,
I don't want to spend too much time and thought."

And as always, as I sang, the memories flashed through my mind. This one, I wrote the summer I turned 16, the summer I spent in Phoenix, Arizona with my mother, it was the summer I finally allowed myself to dream.

"I don't intend to play it safe,
I gotta move to find my place,
I wasn't born for small town crowds,
I know what I want and it's not in this town.
I don't wanna just survive,
I'm gonna hit the road, I'm gonna drive…
I've hit the highway,
And I'm not coming home I'm gonna drive,
I'll do it my way: I'll call you on the phone when I arrive,"

Charlie had freaked out and ordered me to turn right back when I'd called him from a hotel in California, but I hadn't bulked. I told him calmly and reasonably that I hadn't worked my Saturdays' off in Port Angeles for nothing, that this was what I wanted, this was my dream, and if he couldn't be happy for me, then I'd never come home again. In the end, though I felt pretty bad for threatening him like that, he'd accepted my decision. Although I did have to talk him out of coming down to California to live with me, to which he'd nearly popped a vein and yelled "I'M NOT ALLOWING YOU TO STAY THERE ALL BY YOURSELF! YOU'RE A MINOR FOR GOD'S SAKE! ISABELLA!"

But we'd arrived at a compromise when Renee moved to Florida. I'd agreed to live with my mum and her new husband, Phil, and Charlie had backed off.

"It's all I got and I'm not gonna stop for no one
In my way as long as I'm alive,
I'm gonna drive…
Everything I said I meant,
Nothing comes by accident,
I'll change my name,
I'll change my face,
To want something that sir,
Is no disgrace…"

Izzy Swan. I smiled in satisfaction as my manager flourished a CD cover in my face. They'd told me that Isabella was too old fashioned, and stoutly refused the name Bella because, as they'd said, it sounded like a dowdy, cowgirl-name. And that wasn't the image, they'd told me. Cooed into my ear. Izzy Swan, the new age girl from a small town.

"People love shit like that," Chloe, my manager said. "You're gonna be big, Babe. A major star! Maybe even better than Britney, cause you got soul girl!"

I smiled, as the song pounded to an end. I had made it big. The last few months had been exhausting, but I was happy, satisfied. Excited. Everyone had loved me, my debut album had sold out in a matter of hours. It shot to triple platinum in it's second week. Hollywood had dubbed me it's new IT girl. I was the golden one, and it rocked.

"Did y'all enjoy that?" I shouted into the mike, throwing a casual glance at the crowd. I knew they were pumped, I could feel their energy, and it was fuelling mine. I grinned, "this next song, is one of my personal favourites!" The crowd cheered even louder as the band started playing again. I grinned at Craig, who was my favourite bassist; he mouthed "WHOA" and widened his eyes dramatically. I had to stifle a laugh as my cue to sing came up.

"I am confident,
But I still have my moments,
Baby, that's just me…
Well, I'm not a supermodel,
I still eat at Ronald's,
Baby, that's just me…
Well, some may say I need to be afraid,
Of losing everything
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well everything's the same
In the La-la land machine…"

I was floating on a cloud as the crowd lapped up my songs greedily. There was just something so giddying and satisfying about being in the spotlight and I grinned as the thought flew through my mind. 'Wow,' I mused, 'who would've ever guessed that clumsy, small town Bella would ever love the limelight?' But deep down inside, I knew the truth. Bella didn't love the spotlight, it was Izzy that did, which was why as the final song came up, a little part of me fell silent. Today was the last day of my tour, and Seattle was my last stop. I had planned it this way, because I'd decided that I wanted to go home for senior year.

"Now, for my next song, this is something that means a lot to me." The crowd fell silent. I looked up into the camera as I smiled, "This one's for you, daddy."

"I'm staring out, into the night,
Trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good, don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain."

I thought of all the nights alone in my apartment. All the lonely days and my heart twisted. It was unimaginable that Izzy Swan should be so alone. The golden child of Hollywood, front page of every fashion magazine, tabloid and newspaper, but deep inside, I knew that the face plastered across the world was just a mask. Bella was dying, suffocating and my heart was burning from the hole that leaving home had created. I missed everyone back in Forks, Washington. Sure, the rain and the town itself had been stifling, but it was home, and it was where he was. Edward, my best friend.

"Well, I'm coming home,
back to the place where I belong,
and where your love has always been
enough for me.
I'm not running from, no,
I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this Life I've chosen for me.
But these places, and these faces are so cold,
So I'm coming home,
Yea, I'm coming home…
Be careful what you wish for,
Cause you just might get it all,
You just might get it all
And then some
You don't want
Oh, be careful what you wish for
Cause you just might get it all,
Yea, you just might get it all…
Oh I'm coming home, oh,
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been
More than enough for me,

So I'm coming home,
I'm coming home…"

And I smiled. I was going home, and as I thought that, home, a warm tingly feeling spread throughout me, and I just had to grin as his face crowded my mind.

"Goodnight Seattle!" I yelled, and then I ran into the welcomed darkness of the backstage, a huge contrast to the glaring white of spotlights. Within the safe confines of my dressing room, I shed off the mask that was Izzy, pulled my blonde hair into a high ponytail and pushed my bangs away from my face. As I stared into the face of Izzy Swan for the last time that night, I smiled, and removed the thick, heavy stage make-up.