Title: Behind The Scenes

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Rating: T

Chapter 1: Welcome To Senior Year

Summary: Bella Swan is a young 17-year-old actress who's known for her lead roles in Indie movies. Edward Masen is a 21-year-old actor who's close to unemployed. They stumble upon the roles that would alter their acting career forever. [I suck at summaries. I can't believe I just said 'forever'.]

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I'm not Stephenie Meyer. And the "movie" that they'll be in, is not mine either. If it resembles anything (the movie), it's by chance and totally coincidental. Although, this story is dedicated to Robsten. You'd probably guess who Bella is, and who Edward is, and who Jacob is— and it's not Taylor Lautner, btw. But the rest of the characters are not dedicated to the real-life people. Hehe.

Edward POV

"Mom, I don't want to take the role. I'd probably take it when I'm more stable, okay, Mom?" I tried to persuade my mom, Esme. I didn't want to take a role that was, to be honest, sort of odd.

The Company, a production company known for outstanding movies, is in charge of it. I shouldn't have mentioned that to Esme, or else the dilemma wouldn't be as big as it is right now.

The role was for this movie called "Welcome to Senior Year". The story's pretty twisted, if I may say so myself. It's about a young girl of eighteen, Samantha Johns, who's in Senior Year of some California high school. A 22-year-old international artist named Tom Quicksilver—who my mother insists I audition for—comes along to the High School and teaches for a year. One thing happened and it led to the next, the teacher falls in love with the student and she reciprocates it after much drama. And the thing that my mother had been protesting about was that—quoting her—"It's not just another lusty love story about a physical gratification bereft yuppie and an uncontrollable hormonal teenager. It was a story of the taboo meeting a compromise and seeing beyond the boundaries of the norm.' Yeah. Right.

"Oh, c'mon, Edward. You won't find anything better than Tom Quicksilver ever again," Esme exhorted. I groaned, absolutely vexed out with my mom. "Edward," she said, patting my hand. "You're close to unemployable, dear. This is what's here and you should take it."

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "I'll think about it," I said. Esme stood and took her bag slung behind the chair and nodded. "See you, mom."

"Think about, Edward," Esme said, pursing her lips and smiling sweetly. "I know you'd do the right thing." After that, mom was on her way back home, where she and my dad, Carlisle, live.

No way was I auditioning for Tom Quicksilver.

Bella's POV

I stood at the red carpet, wearing the white dress that my on-again, off-again boyfriend, Jacob Black, picked out for me.

Jacob doesn't act. He thinks it's a waste of time. He'd rather go for the dirt biking thing. He'd rather jump his death bike around on a sand field for a living. Not that I enjoy watching him because I do, it's just that he thinks acting is a waste of time, ergo, he doesn't want me getting involved in it. How hypocritical. But biking is something I definitely approve of him doing? Like it doesn't worry me that he'd fall over and break something? Nope. It does worry me. And his main concern on why I shouldn't act is because it's a waste of time.

The cameras flashed feverishly over and over again. At that moment, I knew that this movie was absolutely awesome. I didn't have a doubt in my mind. I knew that it was just another Indie movie but sometimes, my Indie movies actually make a lot of dough. I could feel it.

The security guard led me to the movie theatre but I shook my head.

"Ms. Swan, aren't you going to go inside?" the man said. I looked up at him and shook my head.

"I think I'm going to bail. I'll just… head out. I've seen the movie anyway. Don't worry about it. Thanks, though," I said.

I headed to the car and drove home, a smile plastered on my face, knowing that this Indie movie would be worth watching.

Beep. Beep. The alarm clock sounded off. Seven-thirty already? I opened my eyes slowly, making sure that I wasn't in some sort of consciousness that would knock me out as soon as I get up, only caused my head rush (which would eventually result in me sleeping again).

I still live in my dad, Charlie's house. He and my mom Renee split when I was really young.

I picked up my phone and stared at the screen before my mind filtered what was on it. There were three voice mails from the director of the movie last night. I smiled contently to myself, wondering what good news he had for me.

"Bella, did you ditch the premiere?" the first one said. It was dated last night, about three hours after I left the carpet.

"Can you call me when you get this message, Bella? I have some news for you," the second one said. I smiled again, pondering what he'd say.

"Bella," he sounded irate. "Call. Now, please." Dated this morning, around six-thirty.

I grumbled and dialed his number. I wouldn't ever dare to be chatty early this morning. I only set the alarm to humor myself and to start the day just a wee bit early. I didn't expect myself to get out of bed until nine.

"Bella?" Aro said. [A.N. I put Aro into the story. He's my favorite antagonist EVER!] "Why hadn't you called earlier?"

I rubbed my eyes and sat up against the headboard. "Uh, sorry…" I said. "I just woke up. Sorry I didn't get to call last night. I crashed real quickly. What did you want to talk to me about?"

I could hear Aro sigh unhappily on the other line. "The movie flopped, Bella. We didn't make as much money as we thought we would."

I jolted rigid and instantly felt terrible. Where did I go wrong? I felt like the movie was such an epic win. But it wasn't. What in the hell? How could we have flopped? Indie movies don't flop. They don't make much but they at least make more than they spent. But this movie, this movie, flopped. How the heck could that have happened?

"We… flopped?" I echoed.

"Yeah, Bella. I don't know where we messed-up, really. I knew we were on the right track the whole time. If you think you're shocked with the ratings, you should see me," Aro said.

"What's wrong with the ratings? I mean sure we flopped. But the ratings were good, right?" I said, but Aro's silence makes me anxious. "Right?" I sound like a hysterical psycho.

"Bella…" Aro said. "The critics thought the plot had a lot of issues. The acting was good, though. Don't forget that. They thought you were phenomenal—okay, wait. I'm on the website right now. 'Bella Swan's performance was phenomenal for a mediocre movie. If anybody deserved an acknowledgement on this movie, it's the seventeen-year-old acting prodigy. Casting was well done considering that they cast Swan as the supporting actress. Kudos to whomever is behind the proposition to bring Swan out of her utterly awkward stage alongside acting geniuses to independent actress sensation.'"

I smiled to myself. Not to be vain but that was a good review. The movie might not have made a lot but at least I got some great reviews from these critics. "So what does this mean, Aro?" I said.

"It means you have a better shot at stardom than the rest of us, Bella," said Aro, half-proud, half-annoyed.

"Thanks, Aro. Thank you so much for the role. Thanks so much for… for everything. You've been… just… amazing to all of us," I thanked.

"Yeah, well, that won't give On A Whim more money, though. I appreciate it, Bella," he said, then hung up. Huh…

I got up—sort of sad but still grateful for whatever it was I did that made me deserve that review—and went to the computer. It was an impulse now to check on my mail. I didn't know how crucial it was during the first few months of acting. You get a lot of alerts and relevant news from all varieties of people and production companies that want you to act for their movies.

I boot it up and leaned back on the chair, letting all my weight crash down on the rest.

I logged on and, after just a night that the movie was out, I get a new e-mail from a not-so-new, not-so-veteran director who's been around to know a lot about the business.

E-mail from Emily Uley. That's odd. Emily Uley is Jacob's friend. Jacob must be cueing her or something. I opened it and read it slowly, word for word.

Isabella Swan,

Jake might have mentioned to you that The Company is working on a movie. If Jacob hasn't mentioned it yet, let me be the first to tell you that I'm in charge of directing the said movie. According to the adorable qualities I have observed during the independent movies that I've seen you in, I'm very much interested in casting you as the lead. You could come over to audition at The Company's Los Angeles branch. I'm sure you're familiar with it. The audition for the protagonist is two months from now. That'd be enough time to ponder upon the role.

The lead is not the lightest one ever, but I know you could handle it. You fit the description perfectly. In case you're interested, a file is attached to this e-mail. It's just a trial script for the movie.

The movie is called "Welcome to Senior Year".

Emily Uley

Welcome to Senior Year.

Sure.

Why not?

A/N:

Okay, so that's the first chapter to Behind The Scenes. It's pretty short but all the chapters would probably be this extent.

Please, please, please review.

Who knows when I'd finish?

Just a quick… warning? I won't be around for spring. From late March to early May, I won't be able to update. I'm going somewhere and I won't be around to do anything productive when it comes to this.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I enjoyed making it. :D

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~The Red Planet :)