Porcelain Chapter Two: Topaz Eyes, a twilight fanfic

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie owns everything 'cept the song lyrics & the characters Sklar, Mel, Ryan & Sam, they're mine. Song lyrics belong to Porcelain and the Tramps.

AN: A bit longer, as I promised, still pretty short, I know. Next chapter coming either Sunday, tomorrow the 24th, or Monday the 25th. Thanks for the reviews and alerts! Keep them coming! R&R!

Previously…

The lights dimmed quickly and the crowd cheered. I stepped out from behind the curtain with my band mates and we all went to our positions. I walked downstage and once my hand touched the mic, the lights went on and the music started.

Sam tore it up on her guitar and I smiled. "Hello New York," I screamed at the top of my lungs. The crowd cheered and a few girls let out shrill screams. "How are all you sexy people doing tonight?" The crowd cheered louder. I smiled wider. The music suddenly slowed down in tempo for the beginning of the song. I looked over at Mel who was on her keyboard and winked. Then I turned my head back to the crowd and began to sing.

Nine inch heels come marching in
To please a black tied dirty old man,
Staring, sweating, barely caring, slurring, "Break me in"
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
I know you want to,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
She's waiting for you

I pretended to use my mic stand as a
strippers pole and winked at the crowd,
then began jumping up and down
for the chorus:

Girls and boys in the Redlight District,
You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,
Boys and girls in the Redlight District,
Take you to my private room,
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

I grabbed the mic off the stand and
let the stand fall to the ground. I
started walking toward the crowd
seductively as I sang the next verse:

She makes her way in to your pocket,
With fake eyelashes that she flashes,
Crawling to you on her bruised knees,
Kind of makes me think that she'll give it up,
Give it up, give it up,
She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
I know you want to,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
She'll give it up if you wanna pay up,
Give it up, give it up, give it up,
She's waiting for you,

Then I started jumping up and
down again while singing the
next chorus. I could see the crowd
getting pumped with me and dancing
and singing right along with the music.
This is why I love my job:

Girls and boys in the Redlight District,
You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,
Boys and girls in the Redlight District,
Take it to my private room,
I'll make you dirty boys--
Girls and boys in the Redlight District,
You can watch her spin round a pole just like a beauty queen,
Boys and girls in the Redlight District,
Take it to my private room,
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush,
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush

I walked to the other end of the stage
to sing the next part:

Hello, hello dear sir,
I've got something for you,
Look in my hand, I've got a couple of pills. Pop 'em.
I'll make you feel hot and your wife feel horrible
I'll make you wanna, make you wanna,
I'll make you feel hot and I'll make you feel right,
So I'll spread my legs and just let go.

Then ended up right back in the middle
of downstage singing the final chorus:

Girls and boys in the red light district,
You can watch her spin 'round a pole just like a beauty queen,
Boys and girls in the red light district,
Take it to my private room,
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush
Blush blush blush blush
I'll make you dirty boys blush blush blush blush!

I ended the song in a bit of a provocative pose and laughed. The crowd roared. "Thanks guys and gals. That song was called," I pointed the mic toward the crowd and they screamed, 'Redlight District!' I smiled, "So you guys do know who we are!" I laughed and heard some people yell, 'Of course we do' and 'I love you Porcelain'. "Thanks dudes and dudettes, this next song is called "King of the World" because as you all know, I'm the fucking king!" And the music started.

My pain filled drama queen
Is always creeping at your bed
Get ready to buy you out
'Cause we all know
What goes around comes around
You should've known what I was all about
Do not test me

I walked closer to the edge of the stage
to sing the coming chorus,
a few of the guards at the bottom gave
me warning glances. I rolled my eyes at
them, so I had jumped off the stage a few
times, so what?

'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please
So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world

Keep your head down
Until I tell you to speak
You're not giving me the run around
When you fall back, unto my coffin
No you should've stayed out of my way
Do not test me

I screamed the final line in that
verse and smiled before singing
the next chorus:

I got down on my knees, ironic to
the next verse, and tried to reach
out to some of the fan's whose hands
had been reaching out at me.

Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me

Then I got back up on my feet and
let out an ear piercing scream that
was all part of the song.

Get on you knees
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please
So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you

'Cause I'm the fucking king, fucking king of the world
(Do as I please)
I'm the fucking king, fucking king of the world
(Get on you knees)
I'm the fucking king, the fucking king of the world, yeah
(Fucking king of the world)

I winked at the crowd as I backed up from
the edge of the stage, back to the center.

Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me at my feet you'll bow to me

I blew a kiss to the crowd when I finished the last line of the song, the lights went out and the crowd screamed. The lights came back on a few minutes later and we continued with the show.

Overall, the show was a complete success. My band mates and I were having a few shots of whiskey in my dressing room afterward when I heard some commotion outside. I could hear the guards telling someone they couldn't be backstage and I heard a familiar voice arguing with them. Sklar smiled toward me, "Probably some fans trying to get autographs," he laughed. "Aw, sky, don't be mean," I said in a patronizing voice, then laughed, "I'll go see what's going on." I took a final shot and walked out of the dressing room. I followed the voices to the backstage door.

"Hey, what's going on here," I asked with a sarcastic smile on my face, but I was no where near prepared to see the faces that were standing there. A small, pixie sized girl was violently arguing with one of the guards while the rest of them just stood and watched, amused. I froze, no it couldn't be. The pixie girl stopped yelling when her eyes met mine and she seemed to freeze for a few seconds too. "Bella," her playful, angelic voice called. "Shit," was all I could say. When I was able to recompose myself a few seconds later, I looked at the guard and told him to let them through. He stared at me for a short while before nodding and making way for them.

I could feel a certain pair of eyes staring at me intensely and I knew all too well who they belonged to and I tried my best to keep my eyes on Alice, but I couldn't. The glare was too intense and I was forced to look at him. My golden eyes met his topaz ones and I felt my breathing hitch. Asshole.