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Yes. Edward is a douche. Do get mad. We will get even.

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Edward

"Ladies and Gentlemen! My Name Is Edward Cullen! And I Am Here To En-ter-tain!" I threw my arms up and waited for the screams, then ducked my head and let the power of the audience overtake me. I allowed the screaming of hundreds of girls to overcome me, and could feel the animosity radiating toward the stage from the slightly-oppressed boyfriends, forced to come because their girlfriends fancy me, here because they hoped to see me fuck up so they could leave early with their girls. It was a pure adrenaline rush and I loved it. I needed it and it made me who I was.

Jasper thought I was a douche. He told me that at least once a day, but then again, he also said, quite confidently, that I was the sort of person who could get away with being said douche, and that nobody cared because I made good music, and people wanted me for that.

I just thought he wanted me. Jasper had made it very clear three months into our original tour, that he was gay. Alice had been hitting on him from the second she had seen him pick up the blue bass guitar that he had owned since he was nine. I genuinely thought he may have 'come out' solely because he was sick of her come-ons. He'd never had a boyfriend in the time that I had known him, and he certainly was a bit of a charmer. I seriously had my suspicions about that little bombshell.

We launched into the set, playing through the album and inserting some random new stuff into the order, much to the chagrin of Jasper and Mike. I was stunned that they had stuck by me both across the country and through the past three years, because hell, I know I was ridiculous, demanding and drunk through most of it, but I was having my own damn fun.

Finishing the set and starting back to the green room, I stepped from the stage to wolf-whistles and catcalls, grinning like a lunatic from the high that being onstage gave me. The pounding, rushing of blood in my ears was almost more than enough to drown out the sound of Jasper grabbing the microphone I had abandoned and thanking the technical crew for making everything possible.

Every night he thanked them, every night I rolled my eyes, and every night I thought back to that stupid club where that silly bitch fucked up my set, most likely completely on purpose. It would have been nice to have fired her, but no, she quit, taking that satisfaction with her, and Emmett had been forced to hire the little Chinese dude with the garlic breath who had insisted on changing the light set-up. He insisted Jasper wear the follow-spot icon on his belt, rather than his boot, which just made him uncomfortable, but no, Eric Yorkie wasn't listening.

If I ever saw that skinny brunette bitch ever again, I would either kill her or pour coke over her light board. Fizz-Boom-Kapow! Just like my fucking lights.

"Hey, yo, Edward!" I span on my heel and looked over at Mike. He was running a hand through his blonder-than-blonde, clearly out of a bottle hair, and stretching tiredly. I'd concede that it couldn't be easy constantly having to sit cramped behind his drums all night. "Are you coming to the bar tonight? I hear we're checking out the... er, local talent," He grinned back at me as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Aww, man." He sighed, "You're never any fun."

"Yeah, well," I had no argument to that, "I might come later."

He perked up at the excuse and admission I had used about a billion times before, and grinned up at me, his face lighting up like a puppy returned to its master. I sighed and stretched my arms up, hoping my back would crack.

"I need a damn shower, though, Mike. Text me the name of the club and I'll let you know if I'm coming." He nodded and I pressed through into the green room, picking up my bag and jacket and crossing to the stage door, readying myself for the mad sprint to the limo.

-E-A-M-C-x-B-M-S-

I kept my eyes on the girl who was dancing with her friend at the bar. The ginger was the slutty one, obviously, her hair twisted up in some kind of pony-fail, with bits of hair all over the place and her tits almost falling out of her top, whilst the little brunette one looked like she just didn't want to be there.

"What're you eyeing up, man?" I looked over at my sister, who was practically lying on the chair she was sitting in, her fingers wrapped around the beer bottle she was clutching as though her life depended on it.

"Jesus, are you tired or just hammered?"

"Yeah," She nodded not specifying her particular issue, "Still, I'd rather be your manager than working the techs," She glanced up at the bar stage, no music was playing, but there were speakers and guitars set up for a late night gig. "That's shit, that is." She giggled, looking down at her beer, "You get shit on by everyone. The musicians," She glanced over at me, "The actors, the dancers... god, everyone hates you."

"I don't hate all techies," I shrugged, "Just the ones who fuck shit up when you're not looking," I looked over at her, then over at Jasper, who was leaning against the bar near the girls, "Hm, maybe I'll just... go see if I can get a drink."

I rose to see the brunette girl swinging her arms up into the air and the redheaded one standing next to her putting her hands on her hips as though she was furious about something. There was a long pause and the brunette sighed, looked as though she was rolling her eyes and strode over to Jasper. I stood back to watch the fun unfold.

She tapped his shoulder, he turned around, his eyes widening as he noticed the petite thing looking at him, a half-smile, half-scowl on her face. His face broke into a grin as she said something and he suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the bar and spinning her in a slow circle, before pulling her into the throng of people on the dance floor which pissed me off royally.

I rolled my eyes and strode up to the redhead at the bar, hoping for a quick something-or-other just to get the brunette's number or something like that. The proverbial "has your mate got a boyfriend" line. Until the redhead looked at me, and I knew exactly what verbal vomit was going to erupt from her mouth less than three seconds later.

"E-Edward Cullen!?" She shrieked, I immediately cringed as an inordinate amount of people felt that ridiculous magnetic pull that anyone and everyone seemed to feel toward a celebrity, and suddenly there were iPhones, Cameras, and BlackBerries pointed at me. My head was spinning.

I took a couple of steps backwards and managed to stumble into Jasper and the Brunette, who was now officially known only by her hair colour. Her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were wide as she glanced between Jasper and I and she took a step away from Jasper.

"What's the matter? Want an autograph?" I managed to spit as she stepped toward me, her hand reaching out for something behind me. She didn't even look at me and I saw red because I was used to getting looked at. I liked being the centre of attention, and she was too pretty not to want me.

I grabbed her wrist as she went to pick up her bag and her eyes widened as she winced then glanced over at me.

"Do you mind?" She tried to gesture, but now I had her attention I wasn't going to let her go. "Will you let go of me?" She spoke in time with her attempts to tug her arm away from mine, and whimpered when I tightened my grip on her, my fingers finally relenting when Jasper curled his arm around her and pulled both her and her bag away from me and her redhead friend.

I knew that bastard wasn't gay.

Five minutes later, I returned to our table, Victoria, the loud mouthed redhead, in tow, giggling loudly and staring at Mike and Alice as though she had just found the Holy Grail, and was intending to steal it away.

"Where's your lead guitarist?" She asked suddenly, and I looked around for Peter, only to find him wrapped around Charlotte, his girlfriend who travelled with us wherever we went, usually to irritate us and keep us in line, like the big sister to the group as she publicised us alongside Alice's terrifying strain of what could just about be termed as management. I jerked my thumb over at her and she laughed at the display. "Bella would kill to see this."

"Bella?" Mike looked over at Victoria and quirked an eyebrow, "Like that hottie-tech chick that did McCarty's bar?" I looked at him, disgusted at the thought of having that... thing brought up during one of my rare-ish nights out. "Damn that name's getting common."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, taking a deeper pull at the new bottle I had bought at the bar and half-gagged as it went down the wrong pipe, choking the hell out of my throat. We chatted for a while, until Victoria eventually had to go – which was sad, because I was kinda interested in her friend, even though she'd disappeared somewhere with Jasper, and we hadn't heard a thing from him since.

I was tired. I wondered whether it was the alcohol, the gig or just the boredom of doing the same thing day-in, day-out was getting to me.

My mind flickered to the brunette again, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on with them, with her, with him.

Part of me wanted to follow them, but they were already gone.

A/N: Any thoughts? x