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None Of The Characters Belong To Me *Only In My Dreams...Edward Cullen* Only The Plot

Prologue

"Honestly Jasper, you need to take it easy or you'll make yourself ill and I'll have to look after your sorry ass. You're exhausted." My older brother grimaced as he lifted the heavy weight high above his head again, and then groaned as he slammed it into the stands either side of him. It was about the fiftieth time he'd lifted it since I'd arrived and tried to get him to leave. "It won't be such a hardship to rest for a couple of days." He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes.

"You just don't get it Bells, and it doesn't concern you anyway!" He snapped. I shook my head in irritation and grabbed my bag from the floor beside the chair I was perched on.

"Alright, I get it. I'll go." I was getting really frustrated with his bitchy attitude recently and I had enough shit going on in my life without him throwing his hissy fits at me daily.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I stomped towards the door of the gym he had in his house.

"Wait!" He called. I stopped and huffed, turning to face him. He was sitting up on the weight bench, looking at me wistfully. He sighed. "I'm sorry I'm being a whiny bitch, but." He stopped mid sentence, but I didn't need to ask him what he was going to say.

"I know Jazz." He looked at me hopefully. "Alice." He half smiled and shrugged slightly. I took a deep breath and walked quickly to him, sitting myself down on his knee. "I know you miss her like mad Jasper. I know you, I can tell."

"I'm sorry. It's no reason to take it out on you. It's not your fault she's not here."

"It's not yours either. She's only visiting family, she'll be back in two days Jazz! Then you can see her again, bring her to meet me and the gang and let me approve or disapprove her, and you can stop being such a wingey baby." I smiled and poked his side, to which he laughed and wrapped an arm around me.

"I am sorry though Bells, I don't mean to be a jerk to you." I smiled at him.

His honey blond hair, such a contrast to my dirty brown, was getting longer and was hanging loosely by the sides of his face and his blue eyes were tired and worried. I hated seeing my usually calm and happy brother so mellow and troubled. Alice must be some girl to have him like this.

I'd never met her, but they'd been together for a little while now, about a month and a bit, although they'd only gone official a week or so ago. My brother had had his fair share of admirers-they come with good looks and charm, both of which he'd been born with-but I'd never seen him so smitten over anyone. Until Alice Brandon that is.

"Jazz, I'm worried about you." He looked up at me, his eyes sorrowful. "You've spent every day since she left holed up in here. You haven't seen your friends, Emmett's been asking after you by the way." I saw a smile tug at his face, and I knew I'd hit a spot. "He's wondering when his favourite part time security guard is coming back. Mom and Dad miss you too, you know." He nodded, and his head flopped to his chest. "I miss you too Jazz. Come into work tomorrow. We've got a new band coming in to see if Billy wants to sign them, although I think his mind's already made up." He took a deep breath. I was hopeful that he would come. He hadn't left his house more than twice in the three days she'd been away in Alaska, and I was getting worried about him. He loved work, and he usually spent every day with me going over gigs and helping organize some of the schedules I had to deal with, and I missed his commentary and company.

"Alright. I'll come in." I ruffled his sweaty hair and hugged him despite the perspiration. Biting back a laugh and over enthusiastic reaction. I didn't want him to change his mind.
"You're gross Jasper!" I laughed as he squeezed me tighter and rubbed his hair on my neck. "Go get a shower and eat something! You stink. I'll see you tomorrow, you can pick me up about nine?" He smiled as I walked back to the door.

"Sure Bells. And thanks. For cheering me up."

"No problem. Don't forget, dinner at Mom and Dad's tomorrow." I stared at him sternly.

"I know, I know. I didn't forget." I smiled.

"Good. And no more moping!" I shouted as I walked out into the hall, hearing his chuckle as I quickly made my way to my car outside and sped back towards the studio where I worked.

"Hey Bells, you're back quick! How's that handsome brother of yours?" Lauren gushed as I quickly walked past her desk and then into my office.

"I know. He's fine." I replied tersely. She smiled sugar sweetly and I grimaced as I shut the door behind me. Fake bitch.

I had hated Lauren on sight, but luckily when I'd first started out at Black Recording Studio's I hadn't had to spend much time around her. Sadly, since I'd worked my way up the ladder and eventually got the most wanted position in the company:Billy Black's second in command, I had to pass her desk outside his office on a daily basis.

The one time that Jasper had ventured into the office to bring me my laptop when my computer had broken she'd spotted him and now she asked about him frequently, which really grated on my nerves. As if he'd be interested in a blonde bimbo like her.

I sat down in my black leather chair and spun round, taking in the view through the floor to ceiling view. I was interrupted within moments.

"Bella! Phew, you're back. Right, I need you to come with me, Dad wants you in the interview room." I quickly spun round and immediately spotted Jacob Black. He stood, panting, in the doorway. His black hair was messy and dangled in his eyes, although he didn't seem to mind, and his dark eyes were worried and panicked, which was unusual for the normally cheerful guy.

"What's the matter Jake?" He waved towards the door and urged me to follow him.

"Just, hurry up Bella!" I jumped up and followed him.

We ran down the coridoor, and then instead of stopping at the elevator Jacob hurled himself down the stairs, and I had no choice but to go after him. "Jacob, seriously, what's going on?" I called.

"A band, they sent us a video, but we don't know who they are, but, they're, absolutely, amazing!" He was out of breath. He must have run from the interview room, dodging the elevators on the way up as we were now.

"Okay." It made sense why Billy had sent for me now.

Since I'd joined the company, three and a half years ago now because of circumstances I don't like to remember, Billy and his Son, heck his entire family, had made me feel like one of them and I'd formed strong friendships with Billy and his Son, Jacob. When my contract had been renewed a couple of months ago, Billy had called me into his office and offered me the second in charge position. He'd told me he was sick of idiots who knew nothing about the music industry and wanted the position only for the office and considerable pay rise, and he wanted me to be his second in command or nobody would. Of course I'd been shocked, and then I'd whole heartedly accepted the job and thanked Billy a tremendous amount.

Part of my job description was sitting in on the wannabe performers who came to the studio and then sort them out with agents, managers, security and then look after their general needs when it came to their careers, if they were deemed good enough first by me and Billy, then by the panel that he hired to check before we signed them up. That included organizing their travel, functions and appearances sometimes if the agent needed help.

I loved my job, but it became tiring sometimes and Billy would give me a week or so off to rest and then I'd be rearing to go again. A lot of the time when I was given the time off, I'd work from home but take it a bit easier so I didn't fall behind, and if a band or solo artist visited, Billy would send me the footage and then we'd discuss it via the phone.

We finally reached the interview room, and we both rushed straight in.

Billy was sitting behind the desk, a laptop open infront of him. I looked at him intently, trying to decipher his expression and mood, but he seemed impassive. It was a strange emotion on Billy, who I knew to either react positively, or negatively. Never like this. In the middle. Unbiased. He looked up and smiled slightly at me, and then gestured silently for me to sit beside him. I returned his smile and sat. Jacob flopped down on the small sofa in the corner, breathing heavily.

"Um, what's going on?" I asked tentatively. "Jake says you've found a new band?" His face returned to that confusing mask, and I wanted to shout at him, get him to tell me what was going on.

"Yes." He replied bluntly, then he clicked a button on the laptop and music began to play. I settled into my seat and listened to the music.

The music playing through the speakers was enrapturing. It was magical. Fantastic. The vocals, were even better. The voice was soulful and clear. The man singing hit every note of the worldwide recognized song, Apologise, By Timbaland featuring One Republic. He sounded truly lost in the song, and I'd never felt more excited by a potential band as I did now.

"Wow." I said as the recording ended, and I turned to look at Billy. Gone was the mask of indifference. He looked angry. Really angry. "Who are they?" I asked quietly, confused by his reaction to the wonderful performance we'd just heard. He all but growled as he grasped at his black hair, so much like his Son's.

"We don't know. They sent us the recording and an email, but that idiot upstairs deleted the email after she sent me the recording, so we don't know who it was." I knew instantly he was referring to Lauren, and I had to bite back a grin.

"Okay. So what do we do?" I asked, already sinking into business mode and preparing to hunt for the amazing group I'd just listened to.

"I don't know." Billy sighed. "We've released announcements to all the major music associations, but if they're independent who knows how we'll find them? We might just have to sit tight and hope they approach us again." He shrugged, although I knew it pained him and he really wanted them. I could tell when he was excited by performers from working with him so closely and knowing him well, and they had him really on edge and chomping at the bit, and I knew had they been in the studio he would have signed them without conferring with the panel, but there really wasn't much we could do at this point not knowing who they were.

"No. We can't let them go to someone else. If we don't respond, they might." He grimaced as I spoke. "I'll call Garrett and get something sorted. I don't know what, but I'll sort something." I smiled hopefully at Billy, and he grinned.

"That's my Bella. I knew I chose well." My smile intensified at his words, laced with pride, and I impulsively reached for him and we embraced.

"We'll find them Billy. I swear. They're brilliant." I remembered the man's voice, so subtly rough and the way he managed to hit all those notes. It really had been magical.

"I hope they do. There'll be a big bonus in it for you if we do." I looked back at him excitedly.

"You don't have to Billy." He grinned kindly.

"I want to Bella. You're my favourite employee, yet you're so much more than that. You'll go far in this industry." He smirked, and I wondered what he was thinking. "You'd go even further if you let me sign you as a performer." I sighed and pulled back, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"Billy, you know I don't want that. I'd much rather be the one hiring and managing then be hired or managed." He held his hands up in mock surrender. I knew it wouldn't last. He'd been badgering me to pursue a career singing since he'd heard me sing at the Christmas party in my first year working with him, and I'd repeatedly assured him it wasn't what I wanted to do with my life.

"I know you would, I was just seeing if you'd changed your mind. Actually, I was hoping you'd changed your mind. But never mind, keep breaking my heart." He placed a hand over his chest and feigned pain, but I just laughed and grinned, hearing Jacob laughing on the sofa in the corner too. I turned and saw him grinning at me.

"Don't you start on me either unless you value your morning coffees." I pointed my finger at him and he held his hands up, much the same as Billy had done moments earlier.

I had him with my reference to his coffee. He was a caffeine addict, and I lived in an apartment a minute's walk from the best coffee shop in town, and I made it a tradition to get us both a Milkyway coffee every morning and bring it to his office.

I turned back to Billy. "I'm sorry Billy. It won't ever happen." I shrugged and smiled at my Boss.

"I know Bells, sorry to keep bringing it up. You can go and get back to work now, finding me the amazing band that's going to keep me off your back." He winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Alright. See yah Billy, bye Jake."

"Bye Bells. You still on for Saturday? Seth and Jared are coming, Leah too, and I think Sam's bringing Emily."

"Sure, sounds good. I'm bringing Jazz, and he's going to ask Alice to come."

"Oh wow, finally meeting Jasper's girl?" I grinned.

"Yep. It'll be nice to finally put a face to the name he's been chattering about for the last month." Jacob chuckled and got to his feet.

"Yeah, you're right. Come on, I'll walk back up with you. I've gotta stop in with Lauren anyways." I huffed and raised my eyebrows.

"If you think I'm walking up those stairs again you've got another think coming. I'm taking the elevator." He smirked and chuckled again, his Dad joining in.

"Alright Bells, elevator it is."

"Good. Bye Billy, if you could forward me that recording I'll get it made up for Garrett, and I'll let you know if I find anything."

"Thankyou Bella, I knew I'd be able to rely on you."

"No problem. Come on then Jake. I've got work to do to earn that bonus."

His eyes twinkled with amusement as we left the room and went to the elevator. "Did you like the band?" He asked as we waited for the doors to open.

"Yeah, they were amazing." He looked thoughtful as he nodded, and then he said no more on the subject.

"Jacob Black. What are you not telling me?" I said firmly as the elevator arrived and we got in, he pressed the button for the eighth floor. Woah! Had we really run down seven flights of stairs? He looked worried, then he covered it as he stood next to me.

"Nothing Bella." He looked at me as if I were mad, and I glared at him.

"Seriously Jacob?" He swallowed uncomfortably, and then it all poured out.

"I know who sent the recording in. I went to this gig the other day with Sasha, you know her right? And the band were crap but the supporting guys were great, and everyone knew it. They ended up doing most of the show, and I got that tape whilst the were performing at the end. Everyone was so quiet, I thought it'd be perfect. I had it on my email list to send to you, but I accidentally sent it to Lauren's email instead. Only thing is, now Dad wants to audition them and I don't know how to get hold of them, I only know their band name." He spoke in a rush, but then he stopped suddenly, looking even more uncomfortable than he had before.

"Jacob, that's awesome! It'll be so much easier to track them down knowing their band name, we won't have to do all the checks and find out if they actually them, because we'll know what the name of their band is!" He shuffled on his feet, and I frowned. "What's going on Jake?"He didn't answer, so I asked a different question. "What's their name, so I can let Garrett know?" His eyes caught mine, and he stared into them.

He looked confused, like he was trying to solve a difficult riddle, and his eyes, they were so intense. I couldn't drop my gaze, though I desperately wanted to. "Bella Marie." He whispered. He looked down, and I was left stunned. I regained my composure as quickly as I could, then I looked at him again. He was staring at the floor of the elevator, like it was interesting.

"I know my name Jake." I smiled lightly, "But I need to know the name of the band."

Moments of agonising silence filled the ride to the eighth floor, and he didn't speak once. He kept his puzzled gaze on the floor the entire time, and I stood and waited for him to answer. The atmosphere was tense and sizzling, and I wondered how we'd gone from being excited over a new band to complete silence.

As the doors pinged and opened, he looked at me once again, that intense gaze piercing mine, "Bella Marie. That's the band's name." He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and thrust it at me roughly before dashing from the elevator and disappearing.

I clasped the paper, and when I'd gained a little composure, I unfolded the paper. I gasped when I saw the picture at the top, and the words 'Bella Marie make their big entrance at Club Jupiter!' scrawled in graffiti type writing. What on Earth was going on?

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