Chapter 1: Auditions ( to see a pic of Taylor Kitsch go to my profile and click the photobucket. com link )

Taylor Kitsch's point of view

I stood in the long line for the male auditions of Twilight, my favorite novel by Stephenie Meyer. She was allowed to help with the first round of sorting. She walked down the line handing out stickers, red was for Jasper, green for Emmett, black for Edward. We had been told that blue was for Alice, yellow for Rosalie, white for Bella. Other colors for other characters was purple for Jessica, orange for Charlie, sky blue for Angela, and pink for Mike. I was handed a black sticker by Stephenie Meyer herself. I had chosen a public audition instead of a private one, since I really didn't think that I would get chosen anyway. I was estatic that I had even been chosen as an Edward. I looked up and down the girls row looking for white dots, since Stephenie had gone through their line first. A girl with a pair of tan capri's, a white t-shirt, a pair of white tennis shoes. I noticed that her nails were painted a bright, cherry red color, and she looked more comfortable than all the other girls in the line. They all were wearing long dark jeans, and thick, heavy shirts in an attempt to dress like Bella. The day had barely begun, but it was already in the seventies. I also noticed that she had a white sticker on he left hand. Her t-shirt said " Team Edward" so I gussed that she was a member of the Lexicon.

She had noticed that I was staring and waved.I noticed that she had extremely long, brown hair in a pony tail and bright blue eyes. I waved back and said, seeing as the lines were only about two feet apart, " Hi, I'm Taylor." She smiled and said, " I'm Allison Whittlelem." I asked, " I'm from Ohio. Were are you from?" She laughed and said, " I'm from Cross Lanes, West Virginia." I said, " This your first audition? You look nervous." She smiled and said, " Gosh is it really that obvious? " I laughed and said, " Don't feel bad this is only about my fifth or sixth, but you did dress comfortably. Trust me you could be here all day. Most people dress in uncomfortable clothes that flatter them and usually spend the day uncomfortable." She laughed and said, " I would be wearing something different, but I over slept and didn't lay out my clothes last night." I laughed along with her and asked about pets. She said, " I have a cat named Chaddallac." I asked, " Chaddallac?" She laughed and said, " I got him for my thirteenth birthday and named him after my best friend Chad and the Cadallac car that my parents owned. Kind of weird but that's my trade mark." I laughed along with her and said, " I have a chocolate lab named Max. He is named after Maxwell coffee brand. So Chadallac isn't that weird." I next asked about siblings and she said, " I have one real sister and two step-sisters. The oldest is twenty-six, the next is twenty-five, they are my step-sisters, I'm twenty-one, and my baby sister is eighteen. You should pity my mom. She had to live with all of us since my oldest step-sister was fifteen." I gave a low whistle and said, " I am an only child." I looked at my dot and it had the number 345 so I asked her which dot number she had, and she said, " 345." I laughed and said, " Well I guess somethings are ment to be." She exclaimed, " That's so freaky! What are the odds. We are from neighboring states, we both have oddly named pets, and we both are standing next to each other in line to audition for the same movie and we have the same number." I said, " If we both get call backs we should go over lines with each other."

She nodded and pulled out a sticky pad and wrote something on it. She handed it to me and said, " This is my e-mail, aim, phone number, name, and cell number." I nodded and said, " Can I see the note pad and pen?" She nodded and I wrote down my phone numbers, e-mails, aim, age, and name." She read over it quickly and said, " Oh my gosh! I loved The Covenant.I still watch it occasionally." I laughed and said, " You really need some new movies that came out like four years ago." She argued, " Yeah but it still is a great movie, although you guys could have used some real bathing suits." I laughed and said, " Actually they were surprisingly comfortable for scraps of spandex. Mine was the last one made so it unfourtunately was the smallest." We both laughed and I though, " She certainly has a sense of humor and is cute. I hope we get the parts. " They finally called our number and we had the dialouge from the first day that Edward speaks to Bella. We walked into a tiny room and sat down. We both were seated next to each other at a table and I was on the right. I smiled slightly and realized that Allison had chosen the left on purpose, because that's how they sat in the book. I said, "It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?" " Not really." "You don't like the cold." I stated. "Or the wet."
"Forks must be a difficult place for you to live." I said more to myself than to her.

" You have no idea." she muttered.

" Why did you come here, then?"

She pretended to think and she said, " It' s. . . complicated."

"I think that I can keep up," I urged.

" My mother got remarried."

" That dosen't sound so complex," I said, and asked, " When did that happen?"

" Last September." She said sadly.

" And you don't like him."

" No Phil is fine. Too young, maybe, but nice enough."

" Why didn't you stay with them?"

" Phil travels a lot. He plays ball for a living."

" Have I heard of him?"

" Probably not. He dosen't play well. Strictly minor league. He moves around a lot."

" And your mother sent you here so that she could travel with him." I assmed. " No she did not send me I sent myself." She said defensively. I knit my brows and said, frustratedly, " I don't understand."
She sighed and said, " She stayed with me at first, but she missed him. It made her unhappy. . . so I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie." She said unhappily.

" But now you're unhappy."

" And?"

" That doesn't seem fair." I shrugged my shoulders.

She laughed harshly and said, " Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair."

" I believe I have heard that somewhere before."

" So, that's all."

I slowly said, " You put on a good show, but I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see." She looked away from me and I said, " Am I wrong?" She continued to ignore me and I said smugly, " I didn't think so."

" Why does it matter to you?" she asked in an irrated tone.

" That's a very good question." I muttered. I waited a moment and asked, " Am I annoying you?"

" Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read-my mother calls me her open book." She frowned.

" On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read." " You must be a good reader then." I smiled and said, " Usually."