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BPOV

Edward Mason. Of course I knew of him. Did I know the guy personally? Nope. But that didn't stop my poor ears from being badgered with every detail of this stranger's existence. I knew everything from his favorite color to the fact that he didn't like cats.

"Oh!" squealed my best friend Alice. I flinched, then narrowed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the road. I mean, someone had to drive the car. And I couldn't tear Alice away from her stupid gossip magazine long enough to drive to the local grocery store.

"Alice, you're going to get us both killed if you don't stop screeching every time you see his name!"

"Sorry Bella, it won't happen again," she murmured distractedly. I knew it would happen again. "But did you know that his favorite city is Paris? We have so much in common!" I rolled my eyes at her; she was acting like a 15 year old fan girl.

Believe me, I was trying not to be a killjoy, but sometimes it was just hard. Especially when you had a little elf in the next seat chirping about how "handsomely, spectacularly, wonderful" this Mason guy was. I just didn't understand it. Couldn't see the magical appeal that led millions of girls to worship him. He lived a glamorous life, making who-knows how much money, and what did he do for it? Hire a few songwriters, a bit of autotune and makeup, and voila! Superstar. The rest of had to work for what we had in life. Alice promised me it would all make sense when we got there

You see, Mr. Handsomely Spectacularly Wonderful Edward Mason was a singer. A full blown, all out star. Alice was dragging me to a local bar to listen to him sing. Which I didn't understand, because if you're a full blown, all out star, why would you be playing in Seattle's local bars? I told you I didn't understand him. Anyways, I suspected Alice had ulterior motives for dragging me out to the city for a night of fun. Like setting me up on a date, or throwing me a party. I sighed. I remembered when people didn't have to trick me into things like dates and parties. Hell, I remembered when people still attempted to trick me into things like dates and parties. Don't be bitter, Bella, you wanted this, remember? I chastised myself. It wasn't my friend's fault, wasn't my family's fault that I turned out all wrong. Alice was my only exception to my self-exilement. I was grateful for her friendship. Which… is why I was going to an Edward Mason concert with her tonight.

EPOV

I was dreaming. Of course. That explained it. Because there was certainly no other logical explanation as to why I was hearing voices. Why I thought someone was talking to me. When the world thinks you're as fabulous as it thinks I am, there's no way it will let you get away with a normal lifestyle (or sleeping schedule). It was only natural that girls tried to follow me home when I finally gave up the charade and left to get some piece. Most nights, I let one lucky one come with me. Sometimes two… or three. But that didn't explain why I was hearing voices. Definitely dreaming. I rolled over, closed my eyes, and tried to sink back into oblivion.

"Eddie, I'm hungry. Why don't we go get something to eat?" Definitely not dreaming. Damn it. I bolted upright and glared at the offending woman in my bed. She was hot: nice body, blonde hair, pretty blue eyes. But that didn't mean she was supposed to be in my room when I woke up.

"Didn't I tell you to get out of here?" I griped. No one was allowed to stay the night. Once they were done with me, I expected them to leave and let me be in peace. Most of them had no problems with that; they only wanted one thing from me. Some needed a bit more convincing, but they always left. I couldn't stand it any other way.

She glared at me like I was the one doing wrong. "No. You were beyond wasted and passed out right after we got here," Huh. Usually I could handle my liquor pretty well.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to entertain you last night. I assure you , that was a rarity," I looked up at her through my lashes and winked, trying to woo her into compliance. I could be extremely charming when I wanted to be. Then I remembered the situation we were in and the charm switched off like someone pulled a plug. "Well. I'll call you a cab and you can be on your merry way." It took a while, but I finally got her out of my house. Obviously I didn't get her number, but I hoped I'd see her again. Like I said, she was attractive, and it wasn't the poor girl's fault I was too drunk to tell her to get out. What was her name again? Laurel? Lauren? Maybe it was Candy. Didn't matter much; they didn't care what I called them and they were easily replaced.

I had to scrub twice in the shower to get the evidence of the night before off of me. I went through the same routine every morning, or in some cases afternoon. I didn't even think about it anymore. When I went downstairs for my "morning" coffee, I stopped short. Staring gravely at me from the giant window was the skyline of my city. Seattle. That explained why I was too drunk to function the night before. Why I was too dysfunctional to even tell Candy to leave the hotel. This was the city where it all started and ended.

Without trying to be cocky, I was a pretty big star. I played in stadiums and sold out. But this was Seattle. I couldn't show my face in a fake light while I was here. I was doing a semi-private show in a local bar I used to frequent. Anyone was allowed in, but there was no advertising. Hopefully that would attract the real fans, instead of the people who either wanted me for my body or just wanted to be seen in public with me. I lived for those people. I didn't deserve their love and support, but I got it anyways. The point of this show was to do songs that weren't in my usual set list, the personal songs written by me. Without all of the fluff and fake and nothingness. I owed them something. They adored someone who wasn't even real. Someday, they would all realize that the man they idolized wasn't who they thought he was. So, I wanted to give them something to compensate for that, show them the real me. Which… is why I was preforming a concert that bared my heart and soul for once.

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