Hi people! So... this story began because I've been reading fanfiction since forever and was looking for something like this to read but never actually found it. I wasn't sure of starting a fic by myself though because english is not my native language and I know how akward it sounds to me when people make the characters speak in spanish. Now it's the best time for me though to try my hand with something like this. I have time and some kind of clear outline of where I want the story to go. However, because this project began first and foremost as something I wanted to read I honestly am open to any and every suggestion you could all make as well as any native speaker beta or just a kind reader that could point out the akward lines that don't feel right to you. That being said, I hope you really enjoy this story./span/strong/p
This is some kind of crossover between Twilight and the TV show The Voice. Honestly, I was inspired by the latter and you will probably feel it throughout the whole story, but I've never actually seen it but for those clips available on Youtube, so it won't be accurate to the exact format of the program. Everything but the characters and the show come from my own craziness. The rest is up to The Voice and Stephanie Meyer.
See you at the bottom :)

EPOV

When Jessica, the girl in charge of my makeup and hair, left my dressing room the morning of the sixth day of the blind auditions, it was around 10 am. By that time my body was in strong need of another dose of coffee or it would definitely shut down during the long day ahead. Honestly, it wasn't that early, but the repetitive rhythm of the recordings during this first phase, throughout a whole week, made it downright drowsing. That's why I needed my stimulants, a.k.a. coffee. I know that it doesn't sound very rock star of me, but hardcore stardom is something that I left behind in my early twenties, when everything in Hollywood was new and shiny. Even then, I wasn't your typical party boy… more like I happened to enjoy life and freedom as it came, hanging out with my mates from my band Volterra, meeting new and interesting people all the time and traveling a lot. So, coffee at 10 am was my regular poison of choice and I didn't need anything harder than that.

Even despite the routine of repetitive bantering with my fellow coaches every year, having to be on "showtime mode" for so long, pitching my team to the contestants, hearing one audition through another, for days, sometimes more than once if the guy/girl was seriously nervous, etc., I really loved being part of the show. This was my tenth season on The Voice US and it had become a huge part of what I did.

The opportunity fell on me when the producers first started designing the show and I fell in love with the premise. In an industry like ours, where the market value of a pretty young face and a very well done post-production process is well known, it was a rare twist to turn back to the music. I know this first hand. Not to be conceited or anything, but for a long time the marketing and positioning of our band Volterra was sustained by my looks as the vocalist: green eyes, wild hair, tattooed arms and body, masculine face, the whole deal. My mates used to give me crap about it all the time. Our music was good and I was really proud of it, but we also struggled harshly with some of the restrains imposed to us by our record company, WMG, on how we were supposed to portray ourselves and sound. That's why we created our own label a while back and started producing our own music and developing new artists. Also, me and the guys wanted to start slowing down a bit because we weren't twenty anymore. I turned 39 on June and some of them were starting families or other projects at the time. It has been 16 years now since our first single raised to the top of the US charts and five since I started the show. I remember getting excited at the beginning by a fun and new project to do but it has become so much more now. I never knew how energized I would feel by teaching so many talented people, even when most of them don't really make it in the business. I had always heard that quote that said that "those who can't, teach" or something but, honestly, I feel like I'm a much better musician now because I'm also a teacher.

Anyway, so that's how I became a stable face on the show besides my friend Jasper Whitlock. Jasper is 42 now and has a long-standing career as a country singer that led him to settle down on the show with me as well. He's also the most chill guy that I've ever met, and all these years working together has brought us really close. The other seasoned coach in the show is Hale, though she's only been doing The Voice US for two years, having started on the UK. Rosalie is downright one, if not the best, vocalist of our generation. Classic bombshell, she's known as the shark of the pop and R&B industry, having made the top charts of the Billboard's with most of her songs throughout the years. The thing with Hale tough is that people love her or hate her passionately, with no in-betweens. If it wasn't for her dramatic and public life that constantly feeds people's stereotypes about her, there would be no doubt about how good of a singer she really is. But apparently, she's had one to many advertised brake ups and that invites everyone to have a stronger opinion about her character than her music. Society has never had mercy on women anywhere, that's just a fact.

A knock on the door interrupts my musings and I turn to watch Angie, my assistant, struggling to walk in carrying my salvation in one of her hands and the itinerary for the day on the other. I hurry up to help her with the door while she starts placing everything on the table.

"Hey Ed, thanks!" she told me with a relieved smile. "Here is your latte with three shots and I also brought you a sandwich…" I don't even let her finish her sentence before I'm hurrying to take the cup from her hands and inhaling the bitter scent of delicious coffee. She shakes her head at me but keeps speaking "We start recording in 30 minutes, so I really really need you to finish changing now and hurry up. You should've been ready by now".

"Sorry Ange, I'm almost ready" I tell her while picking up the ripped black jeans and shirt the people from costume design had placed on the closet. "I really needed my coffee first though. Don't know how I ever survived before you came into my life" I tell her with a grin and a dramatic sigh.

"With another assistant, that's how" she said, rising her eyebrow skeptically.

"You can't compare yourself to Mike!" I tell her with mock horror. Mike was my assistant when the show first started, and he wasn't very bright if I'm being honest. Since then I always use him to try and make Angela laugh. We have made it into a game, actually.

"That kid… did I tell you about that time when I found him stealing my boxers and he confessed to wanting to sell them on Ebay? He was a rat. You would never do that to me, Angie, would you?" I smile to her innocently.

She snorted loudly, "You're so full of shit Ed, that's story is definitely crap" she waited for me to confirm it and when I pouted she beamed at me. "I knew it! I don't know if I know you too well by now or it's just that you really have lost your creativity over the years. Anyway, give that kid a break" she tells me while I finish putting on my black converse. "Besides, Ben and I were planning on taking an extended vacation to Hawaii on the off season, and we could always use some extra funding. You know they don't pay me enough to put up with you. I wouldn't be so sure about the safety of your underwear".

"Love you too, Angie" I said with a small smile, while rolling up the sleeves of a similar white shirt to the one I've been wearing since the first day of shootings. A continuity thing for the editing crew that is much simpler for me than the rest of the coaches, with all the accessories and details of their wardrobe.

"Sure thing, Ed. Now let's go" she said, while waiting for me at the door of the dressing room. I took a huge bite of my sandwich but decided to leave it at the minifridge for later, and started to walk through the hallways with my coffee in hand and Angie behind me. When I entered the stage, I was received with a loud cheering from the audience, so I waved to them saying a cheerful good morning to everyone before taking my seat at the far end of the row of red couches. Jasper and Hale were already there, and we were only waiting for Tanya, the new addition to the show this season.

Suddenly a huge roar resounded through the studio and I knew she had walked in. I turned to see her, and there she was. Confident, proud and waving to everyone with both hands and a flirty smile while walking with her tremendous red stilettos to the empty chair besides me. She was wearing a skin-tight dress with some weird black and white pattern and a spikey blond pixie cut with red colored endings. I couldn't help but smile fondly to her when she threw herself like a heavy bag to the seat.

"You shouldn't have chosen those heels if you aren't comfortable wearing them for a week" I said to her with a smirk while some crew members started putting and adjusting the mics on both of us. Angela left the stage in a hurry, probably wanting to catch Ben, her husband and host of the show, before we started.

"Oh, shut up!" she replied with a huge smile. "I never thought it would be this awful when we're seated most of the time on these things. And I had to make some kind of effort to appear regularly on a TV show for the first time".

"You should've warned me" she said, turning to Hale at her other side. Rosalie was also wearing high heels but looked far more comfortable on them. While both of them were blondes, there is where the physical similarities ended with them. Tanya's hair was bottled-white and short while Hale had more of a golden color whit long and big curls falling down her back. She had also a very classic and conservative look to her outfit while Tanya was more eccentric and spunky. Tanya had green eyes while Rose had deep blue ones and the latter was always perfectly dressed while Tanya typically wears heels only to red carpet events, usually preferring combat boots or sneakers. Also, people loved Tanya… Rose, not so much.

"Honey, I dance on heels for a living" Hale replied with a quiet laugh, while turning to finish her conversation with Jasper.

"Show off" Tanya whispered to me and we both started laughing. I hadn't told her, and I probably wouldn't either, but I had missed her terribly during the last year. With her schedule as a DJ, songwriter and producer taking her all over the world constantly, we hadn't seen much of each other besides the holidays. I was thrilled when she called to tell me about a secret project that would bring her to L.A. for a long period of time. Not so thrilled when I found out what the project specifically was, but I could understand the entertainment value of putting us both together on this and signed down on it anyway.

Once the mics were turned on and we were done with the sound check everything was set to start the last recording for the blind auditions. We had already done the opening show on the very first day, so we only needed to finish selecting people for our teams. Each one of us had around two to three people left to choose, and we were expecting about 40 contestants today. Fuck if it wasn't going to feel endless.

That's when Benjamin Cheney, Angela's husband, entered the stage to start with all of our presentations and cheering the crowd. His work today was mainly backstage with the families, but it was up to him to kickstart the recording. Once he was done, the lights over the audience turned down and we had to wait a couple of minutes for the first contestant to come upstage. I really hoped this wouldn't take so long and that something new came along this year. It's hard, with so many good artists, to find someone truly special and it's also very easy to miss your chance at getting them when you're not paying close attention. But I had a really good feeling about today and if I played my cards right I was hoping to beat my sister to the ground with my team. We've been competing against each other since we were both conceived. She beat me out of the womb by 17 minutes and since then it was game on.

"Are you ready to lose this season to the newbie, little twin?" the voice at my right said with a smirk, making the audience laugh.

"You're so going to be publicly humiliated, Tanya. I will never let you live this down and you know it. Mom will finally have to admit that I'm the better child" I joked back.

"Oh god, have mercy on us" complained Jasper with a dramatic sigh. "Nobody told me I was dealing with two Masens. Double the pain in my ass".

Suddenly, all the lights on the studio but the ones behind us went down and silence settled between all of us. That's when we knew someone had just walked in. There was an electric buzz in the air and we were all expectant to the first sound of whatever instrument was going to start. Would it be pop, grunge, indie music or maybe something in Spanish or another foreign language? I really hoped it was something good. Having to turn people's dreams down was the worst feeling in the world.

When I heard the beginning notes of Come Together by The Beatles being played by an amazing electric bass and drums I finally relaxed, remembering why I fuckin love my job so much.

SO, what do you think? Did you expect Tanya to be Edward's sister?
Did you like Edward at all?
When do you think we'll be hearing from Bella?
I would love to hear from you!