A/N: This is Day one's WitFit. I know I'm posting out of order, but hey, whatever. I planned on expanding this, adding more filler and posting as a separate o/s, but I have so much on my plate I don't know when I'll get to it, so, I'm posting here instead, raw and unbeta'd. I hope you enjoy it as is.

Genre: Twilight
Creative Original or Derivative (Fanfiction): Fanfiction
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.

LUCKY BREAK

Jasper walked out of the club, lifting his precious vintage Gibson Legend over his head and bringing it down toward the pavement, stopping just before it collided with the ground. Taking a deep breath, he placed a kiss on the guitars neck, whispering his apologies to it before slipping the strap over his shoulder and mounting it on his back. It wasn't her fault he didn't get the gig, she played perfectly, just as she always had.

It was 1992 and the music scene in Seattle was booming. Jasper, who had been singing and playing guitar most of his life, saw it as his opportunity to make it big. One day, on a whim, he sold most of his belongings, cashed in what little savings he had, packed his old beat-up red VW Beetle and hit the road, driving straight through from Houston, Texas to Seattle, Washington.

He quickly rented a small, dank apartment near Pike's Place Market and began playing in small coffee houses throughout the city, but just couldn't catch a break at any of the clubs. The popular genre of music on the scene was grunge, but Jasper preferred and played his own style, which encompassed funk, soul and jazz. He refused to succumb to the grunge influence, feeling that doing so would be 'selling himself out', but as a result, none of the clubs he'd auditioned for would book him. It was always the same; he wasn't what they were looking for.

Jasper started down the street, ready to give up and unsure of what to do next. That had been his sixth audition and he was growing tired of the rejection. He thought about what a mistake it had been to move to Seattle. He had no family here, no friends; he was running out of money and couldn't get a real gig. He wanted desperately to pack it up and head back to Texas. At least there he had been a local star. In the same moment that the thought to return home occurred to him, he passed by the window of a small little coffee bar, noticing the hand written sign in the window, 'Entertainment Wanted, Please Inquire Within'.

On a whim, he entered the shop. He really didn't want to go home and admit defeat, so perhaps he could secure a job for now. As he opened the door, he was immediately assaulted by the familiar smell of roasted coffee and inhaled deeply; he loved the smell.

He approached the coffee bar where the tiny barista stood with her back to him, making what appeared to be a frappuccino. "I'll be right with you." She called out to him without looking.

Jasper stood there, watching the petite woman blending her drink, taking in her appearance. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, and she was very short, much smaller than Jasper's 6'2" frame. She wore a black polo shirt and a pair of denim Capri's which fit her tightly, showcasing her perfect little behind which Jasper found himself staring at.

She turned around, spinning the drink onto the counter and calling out the name of its recipient before turning to finally face Jasper. "Can I help… you?" She smiled, faltering mid-sentence as she took in his appearance.

Jasper couldn't find his voice as he stood there looking into the face of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. If he thought she looked good from behind, he wasn't anywhere near prepared for how she looked face to face. To him, she was stunning. Perfection at its finest. He couldn't remember the last time he found a woman so physically attractive, possibly never.

Realizing he hadn't answered, he cleared his thoughts long enough to ask her about the job. "Um, yeah. I'm Jasper; I saw your sign in the window. It said to inquire within, so…" he reached behind his back and patted his guitar, "I'm inquiring."

"Alice," she extended her hand to him and he shook it. "So, Jasper… Tell me, what is it you play? I'm going to be up front, I'm not a fan of grunge, so if that's your thing, than no offense, but this probably isn't the gig for you."

Jasper almost laughed, could this girl be any more perfect. She said all but a handful of words and already she was winning him over by her sheer dislike of grunge alone. "Actually, I kinda abhor grunge."

"Oh?" Alice questioned with interest. "Rock?"

"Well, I don't know that you can classify my style under any one genre. It's best explained by hearing hit."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" She asked him.

Jasper looked at her confused, "Excuse me?"

"Play for me."

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Where should I play?"

Alice led him to a small stage toward the front of the shop, which had a single chair and microphone set up. Jasper climbed the stage and strummed a few notes on the guitar, checking to make sure it was in tune, and then began to play.

Alice couldn't believe her ears; she had been waiting for just the right musician to fill the entertainment slot, and as she listened the sounds of his guitar and smooth melodic voice fill the air, she knew she'd found what she'd been looking for. He was perfect; not only was he talented, but he was sexy too and she wondered where he had been hiding.

Jasper strummed the last few notes of his song, and looked up to see Alice's face lit up in a smile, clapping her hands in applause at his performance while bouncing up & down. Returning her smile, he set down his guitar and hopped off the stage, walking over to where she stood beaming at him. Before he could register what happened, Alice launched herself at him, wrapping him in a hug. "Oh my, God! Jasper, that was so great!"

Jasper returned her hug, lifting her from the ground as he did, reveling in how her small form fit so perfectly in his arms and how good she smelled. Pushing those unexpected thoughts aside, he set her back down, not quite releasing her, and asked, "So, did I get the job?"

"What?" She exclaimed, "Are you kidding, you're the best that I've heard yet, not to mention your gorgeous. You, Jasper, are exactly what I have been waiting for. Of course you have the job! What took you so long to find me?!"

He hugged her to him again, "Thank you. You don't know how much I needed this job."

"It's my pleasure, trust me." she mumbled into his chest. Then before stepping back, she sighed, a small moan escaping upon exhalation which sent a jolt of fire through Jasper. He couldn't help the errant thoughts that briefly graced his mind at the sound of her moan. Alice was definitely someone he wanted to get to know better.

"Alice? What time do you get off... er, I mean, what time does your shift end?" Alice giggled at his correction, raising her brow and smiling at him knowingly. "Right about now, I think." She untied her apron and walked behind the counter to hang it up, then grabbed her purse and jacket. "Jane?" she called out to the other barista who had been cleaning the lobby, "I'm taking off. Close shop for me?" Jane nodded and Alice returned to Jasper's side, hitching her arm through his and smiling up at him, "Ready?"

"Something tells me that, for you, I'll always be ready." Jasper told her, somehow knowing the truth in his words.

Alice giggled, and Jasper laughed as they left the coffee shop arm in arm.

ONE YEAR LATER

The Coffee Pot was busy with wall to wall customers; a majority of them were there to listen to Jasper perform. So much had changed in the year since he'd first walked through the doors. For one thing, he was no longer an unknown musician. Sure, he never did land a music contract, nor did he secure a gig at a popular Seattle club; although, to be fair, he never tried again after that fateful day. It turns out that he was quite popular with the local community, just as he had been back home, and never failed to fill The Coffee Pot with patrons on the nights he performed.

Jasper sat in his chair on stage, tuning his guitar when Alice approached, handing him a latte and kissing him quickly before returning to her place behind the counter. Alice was the other, and by far most important change in Jasper's life. The first night they'd left The Coffee Pot together, they spent at a nearby pizza parlor, eating and talking. They found that they had quite a bit in common and soon began dating. Before they knew it, they were passionately in love, and Jasper didn't know how he'd ever lived without Alice.

With the guitar tuned, he adjusted his mic and began playing, strumming the tune to the song he'd written for Alice the night he told her he loved her for the first time; it was a soft, sweet love ballad which reflected his feelings for her. The patrons focused their attention on him, some closing their eyes, swaying to the music. Alice watched him with pride and love in her eyes as Jasper sang over the crowd, directly to her. As the song was coming to a close, he stood and walked to Alice, stepping behind the bar to stand in front of her. He strummed the last chords and then pushed the guitar behind his back and dropped to one knee in front of her. Alice gasped, and the patrons cheered.

"Alice, the day I walked in here I was frustrated and ready to give up and move back to Texas. It seemed like no matter where I went, I just couldn't catch a break. And then I walked by this little shop and saw your sign… It wasn't long after that day that I realized I'd been going about things all wrong. See, I didn't know it then, but that day I walked through those doors, Alice, that was the day I caught my lucky break. It was you, and I've never felt luckier than I do when we're together." Jasper pulled the ring from his pocket, it was simple, but elegant, and Alice began crying softly as soon as she saw it.

"Alice, baby, will you marry me?"

Jasper didn't have to wait for his answer because Alice wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a searing, passionate kiss. "Yes!"

Jasper stood, picking her up and spinning her around, rich with love and hopes for their future together, and knowing that, in the end, what was important wasn't some record contract or hit song, it was her, his Alice.

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