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My brothers and I had been on tour for the last nine months promoting our latest album. We had interviews, photo shoots, concerts, videos. It had really worn me and my brothers down. All those months without a vacation, a break or anything. I was finally looking forward to being off for a while, before we had to go back into the studio and start recording our next album.
Luckily our last show is in Seattle tomorrow night. Seattle, the place that my brothers, Emmett and Jasper, and I, Edward now called home.
My parents bought a house about four years ago on the outskirts of town. It had to be somewhere more remote since we never had any privacy anymore. Fans and the paparazzi were everywhere all the time.
I would give anything to be normal sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I loved my life. I had been to places I would have never had the chance to see otherwise, had met famous people and had the opportunity to do things most people could only dream about. But I never went to high school, had real friends, played sports on a team or found a girl that liked me, Edward, and not just liked me for being Edward Cullen, member of the group the Cullen Brothers.
The group started a few years back when I was fourteen years old. Now I was almost eighteen. From the beginning we were very successful, since my mom, Esme had been in movies, she had contacts with all the right people: managers, agents, public relations and producers. Once the three of us, decided we wanted to do this more than a fleeting interest, it was a go. I wanted this, I loved music, I loved writing, composing and performing in front of a stadium full of fans was an exhilarating experience, that I cannot even begin to describe.
Apparently there must have been a need for boy bands, because in just six weeks after we had signed with our label, we already had a top ten hit, and it had been nonstop ever since. We have had three hit records, four number one singles and have even been nominated for a Grammy. We had toured to Japan, Australia, and Europe. We had even appeared on a few T.V. shows making guest appearances, and recently, I had been approached to even star in a movie, yeah right like I would want to attract even more attention to myself than what I had right now.
My brother Emmett was a senior in high school back when this all began, so he had some of the experiences of being a normal teenager: school, sports, parties, GIRLS and dating. He had always been a ladies man, since he was built solid like a football player, the same as in high school. And still even at twenty one years of age, all the girls still go nuts over him like he was a giant teddy bear. He had dated a couple of famous people, been in the tabloids quite a few times linked to others, but I knew him better than that. We would always get a good laugh when we read who his latest conquest was.
Jasper on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Emmett. He was quiet, reserved and deep. He really was a great guy and my best friend. I know I can talk to him about anything, he had a way to keep me calm even under pressure. At nineteen years old, he seemed so more mature than Emmett, but I guess that was because of all the pranks that Emmett had pulled over the past three plus years. If I had learned anything while I spent the last three years of my life on the road with those two was this:
It was better to be Emmett's partner in crime than be subjected to some of the crap that he could come up with. And that with Jasper he had a silent fury; he would get back at you in a way you never saw coming, he was sneaky.
I finished off our little group. I seemed to balance things between the three of us. Where the other two brought positives to the scheme of things, I tended to detract. I would consider myself an okay guy, but I had grown impatient with this lifestyle and it started to show. I was moody lately and I think all the pressure of things had gotten to me. Being the lead singer of the group placed me in the public eye, more than the others. The girls started to throw themselves at me and it was getting pretty pathetic.
"One more show guys," Emmett said, yawning after we boarded the tour bus in Portland.
"Yeah, I need to sleep past seven one of these days and go to bed before one in the morning," Jasper said.
"Oh, does little Jasper need his beauty sleep?" Emmett joked, trying to not burst out into laughter.
"Emmett, shut it. I'm tired and you really don't want to piss me off right now," Jasper said, seeming more testy than usual.
"Jasper, what's eating you?" I asked, trying to deflect some of the hostility that I knew was starting to brew.
I was so tired, I didn't want to listen to those two "girls" whine all the way to Seattle.
I looked down to my phone, that went off and let me know that I just received a new text message. Luckily backstage I remembered to put my phone in my pocket as I waited for a phone call from Mom. She was trying to coordinate with James, our manager, about some last minute stuff, which meant interviews and appearances before our much needed vacation. I read the text, saw that it was not from her, and put it back in my pocket before my brothers could ask anything.
Apparently, I was not quick enough.
"Hey, Eddie," Emmett asked in a squeaky voice, trying to annoy me.
"What, Emmikins," I said sarcastically.
He knew I hated being called Eddie. I could see this was going to be a long night if he was starting this already. He had already started pushing Jasper's buttons, so I guess I was next.
"So how's what's her name?" he said, trying to get a rise out of me.
Crap this was going to be a long night, but I knew if I ignored him it would just continue and I wanted to get this over with, so he would shut up.
"First of all, my name is Edward you giant oaf, and secondly, I don't know who you are talking about."
"Oh really, Edward, then who were you talking to on the phone last night after the show till after two?" Emmett asked.
Damn!
I was avoiding this conversation, and they knew it.
It was really nothing, but I knew if they had even the slightest inclination that I was speaking to a girl, let alone her, then all hell would break loose. In addition to that, I would have to listen to all their 'advice', plus all the stupid looks Emmett would have given me in an attempt to make me feel like an idiot.
"Tanya," Jasper replied.
Double damn.
Remind me not to tell him anything, anymore. I hit him on the back of the head after he said this.
"What? I'm trying to get him to shut the hell up, so I can go to sleep!" he stated as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Thanks," I growled.
"So, Edward," Emmett shouted across the bus to get my attention. "I thought you were done with her? What's the story morning glory?"
Oh, he was just laying it on thick now.
"Tanya called because she wants to get back together. I don't even know what her deal is, she never even seemed like she liked me. It was all just a stunt with her," I said.
"Publicity whore!" Emmett joked.
Boy, he had the flair for the dramatic going.
"Yeah, tell me about it, ever since her show got dropped, she has been looking for someway to stay in the spotlight. But I know better," I said and hoped the subject would now be dropped.
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