New and improved Love is Innocence

I do not own Twilight. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer. But I do own the plot and story line. Unless it is something you recognize from the books or movies.

Chapter 1

I wiped my sweaty hands on my black leather waisted shorts, breathing deeply as I did so. This has been going on for the past couple months and no matter how many stages and no matter the state, I still felt like my puke was going to be everybody's business in a couple of minutes before I got on stage.

Over the past three years my confidence level has been boosted up and I can definitely say that I am not that meek little girl who blushed over everything and had two left feet.

But it seems that matter how high my confidence level is, stage fright will forever be a part of me.

I know that I am just psyching myself out. Once I get on that stage and lose myself in the music with my fans cheering me on all my worries will be gone and stage fright will be far in the back of my mind.

Mark, the stage manager, started his usual countdown before it was time for me to go on.

"Alright Bella in five...four...three...two..." And his voice was just a sound in the back of my mind as the round platform lifted me up on stage a huge grin on my face as my fans roared my name.

I released a shuddering breath before starting

"It's my last big breath what you want me to do? When you act all cool like you already knew
that I'll be stuck here cold just waiting it through, 'Til your heart starts beating for that somebody new. You know that it's true" I sang softly, dragging out the words.

A small smile formed on my face as I felt myself grow comfortable in my element.

I spent the next two hours gliding around the stage stage singing songs from my EP Beautiful People with the fans singing with me word for word, interacting with them.

As always I took a break in the middle of the concert to take a breather, talk to my fans, and answer questions from twitter.

When the concert ended I said goodbye to the fans and ran off the stage straight to my dressing room thankful to be done. I let out a deep breath as I dropped like a sack of potatoes on the red velvet couch, just staring at the ceiling. Not a minute later I could hear the clicking of heels on the hardwood floor, then my door opened and Cassandra, my manager, popped her head in.

"Can I come in?" She asked her familiar voice bringing a smile to my lips

"Of course. You don't even need to ask."

She smiles then stepped fully into the room and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her outfit.

"How many pencil skirts and blouses do you own Cassie? Can't you wear something else?" I say a teasing smile on my face.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes at me and when she didn't respond with a witty retort like she normally does when I make fun of how she dresses, my eyebrows creased into a worried frown.

I met Cassie three years ago when I was just starting out as a singer. She was a guest at a party my step-dad Phil threw in honor of me recording my first single Unwanted and we got to talking without knowing that Phil had invited her because he wanted her to become my manager in the first place. And now here we are manager and client. Although she is more my sister than anything now. A very much older sister.

Cassie is drop-dead gorgeous. Sometimes I call her Snow White because she fits the description to a tee, with her midnight black hair, porcelain skin, and ruby red lips. Her body, which was always covered in knee length pencil skirts and blouses, is long standing tall at 5'10 without heels. She is also model thin, though not too skinny. But the most beautiful feature that Cassie possesses is her eyes. They are the most shocking and icy blue that I have ever seen, with flecks of white swimming around. Most people are scared to look into her eyes because they say that it feels like she is seeing into their souls. They feel like she can see every though, dream and moment of their life and it was totally true. Makes her a great manager.

The knock out beauty was born to a Wiccan family nearly three centuries ago with a beautifully rare gift. Rarer than even empaths and it is basically what people think it is. Most say that eyes are the windows to the soul, well for her that is true in every sense of the saying. Whenever Cassie looks into sometimes eyes she can see everything about them. Anything they have ever done, thought or said, it is all in her brain, like a book laid out for her to read. When she was turned into a vampire nearly three centuries ago her talent or curse as she calls it only enhanced. You'd think with what I am I would be immune to her gift but nope.

"Why the serious mug, Snow White?" I joke sitting up on the couch. She plopped ungracefully-very unusual- on the chair that was behind her and stared at me for a while before saying

"Nothing." She replied her shaking her head which made her ponytail swish behind her. I gave her my 'stop trying to lie cause you suck at it' look before she sighed and said

"I'm just worried about you. I mean you're going back to Forks tomorrow and I don't want you to get hurt by seeing those people again. Can't you just ask your dad to meet you up here? Chances are you'll run into at least one of them somehow." Her blue eyes soft and compassionate.

All the things that she just said, I have thought about and while I may not be ready to see Jacob or Billy or anyone else who rejected me all those few years ago, I am ready to see my dad. I mean it's been three years. And I told her just that.

"I understand. Just call me if you need to talk. I'm always here you know that. Now get your lazy behind up and get dressed, we have an M&G to get to." She laughed and with that the serious air was gone and we were back to joking as I changed into winter ready clothes, after changing out of my performance outfit which was surprisingly comfortable black leather high waisted shorts and a loose blouse that I tied on the side with a rubber band because I didn't have time to tuck it in before the concert had to start.

I slid on my black American Apparel leggings, wine colored open stitched jumper with a white tank top underneath, a beige Faliero Sarti scarf and brown City Snappers women riding boots. For accessories I put on French Connection Pyramid Earrings, Brown Cross Heart Ring which went on my middle and ring finger, and a Sydney Evan Love Ring which went on my index finger. Last but not least my favorite accessory was my trusty Louis Vuitton Neverfull Purse Blog, which I took everywhere with me, full of junk.

"So what do you think?" I say twirling in front of Cassie, a huge grin on my face

She responded by saying "You look like you're going to be late!" a perfectly manicured brow arched.

"Such a Debbie downer" I sigh playfully.

We grab the rest of our stuff and leave the dressing room walking towards were the meet and greet was being held. With my enhanced hearing I could hear the exited chatter and occasional scream of my fans which resulted in a huge smile spreading across my face as I prepared to lose myself in my fans.

I spent the next hour talking to fans, signing autographs and taking pictures with the girls and surprisingly guys that were backstage. Honestly, it's during times like this I'm happy that I can't get tired easily. This makes me have more respect for the human singers who go through this.

When the meet and greet was over and the fans left reluctantly, I grabbed my purse from its hiding spot and then left the KeyArena. When I got outside there was already a taxi waiting for me, and I quickly got in swimming through waves of paparazzi with the help of some bodyguards. Finally I was able to relax in the backseat after telling the driver to drop me off at the Maxwell Hotel. While in the backseat I texted Cassie to tell her that I was on my way to the hotel, then I go on twitter and tweeted

Isabelle: 50 city tour is over. Break time. Thanks for the support. Love you my #Belles

When we reached the hotel, I paid the driver and got out of the taxi. Again I was almost blinded by the fleet of paparazzi outside the hotel who didn't seem to know what personal space is. After wrestling my way through them not in the mood to answer questions I finally got inside the hotel breathing a sigh of relief. A couple minutes later I was leaning against the elevator door relaxing a bit with the key card in hand to the Prima Donna suite. Finally in the room I took a long bath, removed all my makeup and then changed into some comfortable PJs before snuggling into the heavenly sheets on the king bed. Although I was dog tired, sleep was just not coming to me so I turned on the TV and watched reruns of my favorite show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Even though I knew very well why sleep wouldn't find me I refused to admit it. I was scared. Something I haven't been in a while. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to handle seeing Jacob. I was scared that my secret would be revealed in the little time I would be there. But most of all, I'm scared that Charlie wouldn't accept me anymore after I left him without a word three years ago.

My original plan was to go to Forks tonight and sleepover, but honestly I couldn't handle that. My old bedroom had so many memories that if I slept in there, I would lose my mind, and I would suffocate under the feelings that that bedroom brought to me. Now I would go to Forks in the morning, catch up with my dad and run back to California that night.

Since I left Forks three years ago I have barely step foot in the state of Washington unless it was necessary, scared that I would run into someone I knew. This is the first time I have been this close to Forks since leaving and I can't handle the thought of being this close to Charlie and not seeing him.

I spent the next hour watching Buffy kick ass before sleep finally overpowered me, my mind uneasy even in slumber as I awaited the day that was coming. Oblivious to how much my life was going to change tomorrow.

The link below is the link to Bella's concert outfit and the song she sang at the beginning of the concert is Beautiful People by Cher Llyod. But in this story it is sung by Bella originally. Does that make sense?

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