Hi there! D I would just like to take a moment to thank all my reviewers. Without you guys I probably wouldn't have updated today. I would also like thank my loverly beta reader, Spazz (pen-name- Spazzplosion). She helps me think of ideas and fixes my typos. xD

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Bella wandered around an airport, looking for something that might tell her where she was going. "Oh gosh, I hope I'm not going to be late for this interview..." she muttered to herself, pulling a folded paper out of the pocket of her travel jacket. "Greaaat, Michelle set me up for Good Afternoon England."

Bella sighed. She noticed a man in a suit, waving around a sign insanely. "Holy crow, I didn't know there were protesters in England." She said to no one, trying to get a better look at what the sign said. " Isabella Swann" was written messily with black marker across the sign. Bella was confused to first, but then realized it was her ride. She hurried over to the man, eager to get out of the crowded airport.

"Mizz Isabella Swann?" the man asked Bella with a french accent as she aproached him. She nodded her head and the man motioned for her to follow him. " Right zees way, Mizz Swann, your limo eez waiting."

"Limo?!" Bella squeaked, her eyes going wide. "I can't afford to rent a limo just to get to a stupid interview!" she thought, starting to get dizzy.

"Yes, Mizz Swann. Mr. Strausel had arranged a limozine for you." The chauffeur said casually, leading Bella out the doors of the airport and towards a shiny, black limo. He opened the door for Bella and took her luggage, tossing them into the open trunk.

"Well... that was awfully nice of him..." Bella said, forcing a smile onto her face. "Even though I hate it when people spend money on me..." She mumbled in her mind as the chauffeur closed her door and walked around the limo, taking the driver's seat and starting up the limo.

Bella messed with the radio until she found a station that she liked, then leaned back in her seat. She closed her eyes and listened to the lyrics of the song.

"Let's go!
With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
he warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
ould she hear me, if I call her name?
ould she hold me if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
he path I walk in the wrong direction
here's always someone fucking hanging on
an anybody help me make this better?
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
our tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
The moments died, I hear no screaming
he visions left inside me are slowly fading
ould she hear me, if I call her name?
ould she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
he path I walk in the wrong direction
here's always someone fucking hanging on
an anybody help me make this better?
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
our tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
Oh!
eah!
This battered room I've seen before
he broken bones they heal no more, no more
ith my last breath I'm choking,
ill this ever end? I'm hoping,
y world is over one more time.
Let's Go!
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
ill she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going wrong
he path I walk in the wrong direction
here's always someone fucking hanging on
an anybody help me make this better?

Your tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
our tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home
(Back Down!)
Your tears don't fall they crash around me
er conscience calls the guilty to come home"

"That was Tears Don't Fall by Clyde Mason." A female announcer spoke from the radio.

"Hmm... Isn't that the guy Michelle was talking about?" Bella pondered, raking through her brain for the memorie of that day in her office. "His voice is oddly familar..." She added, turning her attention back on the radio.

"Hey girls! Clyde is going to be holding open auditons for his new music video, She Will Be Loved on Saturday. This is your chance to meet the blonde hottie himself! Now we go to Joe with the weather..." The accouncer said. Bella changed the station, not really interested.

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"Hello Miss Swann!" Mr. Strausel, the director of 'Good Afternoon England,' said to Bella with a thick british accent. Mr. Strausel looked to be about in his mid-forties, balding slightly on the top of his head. "Now, we'll just need you to get your class set up in that area over there," he pointed to a part of the room covered with dance flooring. Next he gestured to a group of giggling, fluttery girls. "These are your students. Say hello girls."

"Hello Miss Swaann!" the group crooned. Bella gave a small shudder.

"Good, good. And this is the man who will be interviewing you, Mr. Cornel." Mr. Strausel graciously waved to a blonde, young looking man sipping coffee at a desk on the sidelines. Bella waved shyly to Mr. Cornel. " We have five minutes before we're on air, get the girls ready Miss Swann." Bella nodded to Mr. Stausel as he walked off and planted himself on a directors' chair behind the cameras.

"Okay girls!" Bella shouted towards her students, clapping her hands together. "Get the bars out. Err, may I have some music, please?" A familar tune leaked softly out the speakers, causing Bella to flinch and unconsciously wrap a arm around her torso.

"Miss Swaaann, is something wrooong?" A rather tall and bony girl squeaked as she noticed her teacher wrap an arm around herself.

"I'm... Fine. Get warmed up." Bella said quietly. "I'm just a bit nervous." The girl nodded and skipped back to her group of giggling friends. "Okay... Just don't listen to it Bella... Just stay composed..." She muttered to herself, taking a deep, calming breath.

"Omigosh! I totally know this song!" a girl squealed to her friends.

"Yeaaah, who wouldn't? It's Clair De Lune by Debussy!" Another girl crooned, flailing her arms. The all the girls giggled and began talking about shoes and whatnot.

"Ladies! We're on in 10 seconds!" the director cried out, waving his arms around. Bella looked down quickly, looking back up and flashing a fake smile at the camera as the 'On Air' light came on.

" Good Afternoon England!" Mr. Cornel said brightly, smiling cheesely towards the many cameras. " Today we have the famous American dancer, Isabella Swann, to give us a preview of her dance classes. But first, Isabella will tell us more about herself. Everyone please welcome Isabella Swann!"

Fake applause filled the room as Bella strolled onto the stage, her face bright red. She took a seat on one of the over-stuffed chairs on the set. Flashing a smile towards Mr. Cornel and then the cameras. "Hello." Bella said quietly to the cameras.

"Isabella," The host started, only to be cut off by Bella.

"Bella." She corrected him, smiling rather fakely.

"Bella, you've only been dancing for five years and you're already known all over America and Europe. How did you do it?" Mr. Cornel queried, leaning forward to hear her answer.

Bella took a deep breath, then began to explain. "Well, after I graduated from highschool, I got a scholarship for English at a nice college in New York. Of course, I went because my father wanted me to. Now, I was always clumsy when I was younger. I tripped over everything and I couldn't dance if my life depended on it. After about two weeks in New York, I decided to take a dance class to keep in shape. I discovered that I was actually pretty good at dancing and had a passion for it." The last part was a lie. Bella decided that she wouldn't tell everyone who was watching that she didn't really like dancing, she was just doing it because people wanted her to. "I dropped out of college to become a dancer. Since I am a very fast learner, I was able to learn a large amount of ballet, tap, and jazz in about a year. After that, I've been in Broadway musicals as a back-up dancer, and sometimes a lead dancer. And well... I guess that's how I got famous." Bella nodded, folding her hands in her lap.

"Interesting!" Mr. Cornel said, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Bella, you basically have men chasing after you, but you never go out with any of them. Why is that?"

Bella's chest throbbed. "I-I uhh..." she stuttered, trying to find the right words."I just haven't found the right guy." 'Because the right guy left me...' She added in her head.

"I see, I see." Mr. Cornel replied, nodding his head. The director signaled him that it was time for a comerical break, and the host turned to the cameras and flashed a bright smile. "When we come back, Miss Bella Swann will be showing us how she teaches her dance classes in America! Don't touch that dial!" He winked as the on air light when off.

Bella scrambled off the set to change into her leotard for the next part of the show. She took a few deep, calming breaths. That last question threw her off guard. 'Do I really have guys chasing after me?' She thought as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her black leotard. She slipped off her slacks and high heels, tugging on her ballet shoes and wrapping her shear ballet skirt around her tiny waist and tieing it tightly in a bow. She tied her long, brunette hair back in a high tight pony tail.

"Miss Swann!" Mr. Strausel called out. "Get the girls ready! We're back on in a minute!"

Bella nodded to him and padded over to the group of giggling, tutu wearing chickies while clapping twice. "Girls! Take your places at the bars."

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A man stared in amazement at the TV in the breakroom.

"Interesting!" a voice screeched from the televison.

"She's perfect..." The man murmured before racing out of the room.

A/N: BWAHAHA, CLIFF HANGER 4 U. Expect the next chapter tomorrow. Hope you liked it, please Review!