So, I started my journey into Fanfiction with my first story, La Cantante. I had never been driven to write until I read Twilight and saw the movies (and the beauty of Robert Pattinson ~ dayum, he's one yummy guy.) Writing that first story got me through the end of my marriage and the beginning of my new life as a single woman. Now, it's almost four years since I completed that story. I'm so sorry for the delay, but I did promise you a sequel. Here it is!

Up next will be the band meeting, Emmett's shaming and some planning for the upcoming tour. Hugs!

Chapter Two: Fame Whore

BPOV

I was scouring my immaculate kitchen. I was so fucking angry at my brother that if I didn't do something productive, I was going to go bat shit crazy, or kick my brother's ass. So, I was therapy cleaning. Jasper was already here, jamming with Edward in the family room. We were just waiting for Emmett and Rose. However, from the bitchy text I received from Rosalie, I doubted she wanted anything to do with her husband.

She was so over it.

Hell, we all were.

I heard the door rattle and I put down my handy-dandy bottle of bleach. Rose walked in, looking immaculate and ready to kill. "Hey, Rose," I said, arching a brow. "No bloodshed on my hardwood floors."

"I'll save the maiming for our house, but I wanted to be here to hear what you guys had to say," she said coldly. I knew she was throwing up her walls, acting like the standoffish bitch I'd met so many years ago in my dorm room of Emerson University. The girl who had her innocence stolen away by five monsters during her freshman year at Northwestern University. I knew better, though. She was trying not to let the hurt show. I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her neck and she crumbled. She sobbed for a few moments before stepping back, dabbing her eyes with some tissues. "Sorry. I'm just so angry with him. I've called my parents and I'm this close to flying back to be with them. I can't be in a relationship like this, Bells. I just can't."

"Nor should you have to be," I said, rubbing her arm. "I'm honestly shocked at Emmett's behavior, really."

"I'm not," she muttered. "Ever since you guys started to really hit it big, Emmett wanted more. He lived for the limelight, really."

"What do you mean?" I asked. We sat down at our kitchen table. I poured us both a cup of coffee. Rose spiked hers with some alcohol she had in a flask from her purse.

"Emmett only mentioned it when he was really drunk, but he's jealous of you and Edward. You and he get all of the attention while Emmett just played the drums. He wanted to be noticed and not for just his music skills. That's when he started the partying," Rose said, her face bright red.

"He thinks that acting like a fool is going to make us, make him …" I trailed off, trying to understand my brother's logic. "My brother's an idiot."

"I didn't marry him for his brains, that's for sure," Rose quipped wryly. "I just miss him. My Emmett. Not the fame whore."

I snorted humorlessly. "That's a perfect description," I deadpanned. "He is a fame whore. But it's more than the reaction to the celebrity, it's the drinking and using drugs."

"He's using drugs?" Rose snarled.

"I think. I don't know. He seemed high last night, Rose," I frowned. "His eyes were glazed over."

She huffed out a breath, reaching into her purse and searching for something. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She'd picked up smoking during our first tour and was quite addicted. It helped calm her nerves. With Emmett's bullshit, I didn't blame her, really. "I'm going outside. Let me know when Emmett gets here," she growled. She walked outside and lit up almost immediately.

I padded to the family room, sitting down next to my husband. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and bare feet. On his head was a backwards cap and his guitar was in his lap, idly fingering some melodies. Jasper was on the one of the chairs, holding a beer and flipping through Edward's notebook of new music. "Rose is here," I said.

"I heard her talking in the kitchen," Edward said, putting the guitar in its stand and opening his arms for me. I snuggled down on his lap, curling against his muscular body. "Did I hear correctly? He's jealous of us?"

"You did," Jasper said, closing the notebook. "Even though Emmett is the older brother, he always felt like he was in Bella's shadow. He mentioned it to me when you guys got some cover for Entertainment Weekly, being the hottest young couple in music."

"So, we're the last to know?" I asked, my brows furrowed. "Why didn't he talk to us?"

"He was embarrassed. Not that it excuses his behavior," Jasper shrugged. "I get where he's coming from. I'm in the front with the band, even singing a few songs as lead, but nowhere near as popular as you two. You are the Cinderella and Prince Charming of the music scene. Emmett and I are just lowly servants." He chuckled, taking a long pull from his beer. "I'm fine with the celebrity that I have. I don't want anymore, really. I can still go out to the supermarket and not be recognized. You guys have to wear some insane disguises."

"Ugh, I hate the blonde wig," I grumbled. "That shit itches."

"Amen," Edward scowled. He had to wear a wig or a hat when he went out since his hair was so unique. "But, how do we approach it? Do we acknowledge that we know about Emmett's complaint? Or just lay down the law?"

"We need to understand the reasoning behind it before we can lay down the law, Edward," I said. "Getting into his mind and telling him that we know about his jealousy will help us get over this obstacle. You know?"

"I hope so, because if this shit continues, we'll need to look for a new fucking drummer," Jasper sighed.

I looked at Edward and he made a face, nodding solemnly. I hated that we were going to give Emmett an ultimatum, but it might just be what he needs to get his ass back in order.

Rose came back in, asking about the Grammys and avoiding the topic of Emmett. She was sitting primly on one of the overstuffed chairs. Her posture was tense and she looked so anxious. The anxiety kicked up a notch when the door opened and Kellan, along with Alice and Emmett, came walking into the house. I moved off Edward's lap, threading my fingers with his. Alice came in, sitting down next to me while Kellan took the other overstuffed chair and Emmett sat down heavily on one of the ottomans.

I'd seen my brother hungover, but he looked like he was feeling awful. His eyes were red-rimmed and his clothes were a disheveled mess. Rose's nose wrinkled and I knew that she probably smelled another woman's perfume on his body. "I think you can gather why we called this band meeting," Edward said slowly, his voice was low and anger evident.

"The pictures in the tabloids," Emmett muttered, playing with his wedding band.

"That's part of it," Edward sighed. "Before we talk about all of that, I have a question for you and I need you to be honest with me. Are you jealous of me and your sister?"

"Where did you hear that?" Emmett asked, his eyes wide.

"From Rose and Jasper," I answered.

"You were supposed to keep that a secret," Emmett snarled, glaring at both of them. His face was red with fury and betrayal.

"And you were supposed to keep your vows," Rose bit back. "I'll keep your secrets when you can keep it in your fucking pants!"

"Okay, calm down," Kellan said, holding up his hands. "Emmett, are you jealous of Edward and Bella?"

"A little," he shrugged.

"Be honest, Emmett," I snapped.

"Fine! I am. It's all about them and it's like Jasper and I aren't even there!" Emmett said, thrusting his hands into his cropped brown hair. "I know that they are the singers of the band, but we're important, too."

"And that is causing you to fuck around on your wife because …?" Rose growled. Emmett didn't say anything. He just gave Rose a scathing look, which she gave right back.

"One thing at a time. We'll discuss Emmett's marital indiscretions in a moment," Kellan said. "Our concern for the band is these tabloid pictures and rumors floating around. We have an image to maintain, Emmett, and this is not promoting it. I'd rather have the band's name be associated with positive things, not your whoring around. We're trending on twitter and it's not because we won four Grammy awards last night. It's because of these pictures!" He tossed down the pictures that were on Edward's phone.

"We pride ourselves on our integrity, Emmett. This is not showing integrity," Edward said quietly, his hand tightening around mine. I could see the flush creeping up his neck. It only came out when he was beyond angry.

"On top of these photos, Emmett, there was a rumor that you were doing cocaine off a stripper's stomach," Kellan barked. Emmett's eyes clamped shut and he pressed the heels of his hands to his forehead. "Is it true?"

"One line," Emmett whispered. "It was a dare." Rose scoffed, getting up and stomping outside. Emmett looked at her, grimacing before turning back to Kellan. "I don't do that often."

"You shouldn't do that. Ever," I seethed.

"How much do you remember from last night, Emmett?" Kellan asked, sitting back and glaring at my brother.

"The first time we went up to the stage," Emmett shrugged. "I had a flask of Johnny Walker Black in my coat pocket, taking a few hits every time the host said Grammy – making a drinking game out of it, you know? After that? It was a blur until I ended up on Alice's doorstep."

"How often are you drunk like that, Em?" I asked.

"Only when we're out partying. During the tours and when we're recording, I'm good," Emmett explained.

"Unfortunately, the partying is a necessary part of this life, Emmett. It's how we schmooze and get our names out there," Kellan said. "And I don't really believe you about the frequency you have these benders. Do you remember Memphis? Atlanta? Chicago? Those were at least three times where I had to come and get you from some random person's home. You were passed out cold."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, exasperated.

"You need to get your shit together, Emmett," Edward said, his ire barely contained. "I love you like a brother, but this behavior is causing a rift in the band and we don't trust you."

"Are you saying I have to go to rehab?" Emmett asked.

"I think it might be a step in the right direction," I whispered. "You have a problem, Brother Bear. I think that the next few months, prior to our tour, you need to focus on you and focus on your marriage. Rose is done with your shenanigans."

"Your sister is right," Rose said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I love you, Emmett, but I can't stand this." She pursed her lips. "We need to talk, seriously talk, about our future. I want a family. I want a husband who is devoted to me, who honors our vows that we took in front of our friends and family. Each time you …" Rose wiped her cheek, batting away a tear. "Each time you fuck around on me, it kills me. Am I not enough for you?"

"Rosie, I love you more than words can describe," Emmett whispered.

"I don't believe you," she choked out. "If you loved me that much, you wouldn't be making these stupid decisions!" She flung her hands in the air. "I'll be at home. When you're done here, we can finish our conversation in the privacy of our own home." I got up, hugging Rose. She let out a quiet sob, leaving our house and running across the street to hers.

"Should I go and check on her?" Alice asked.

"Just give her time," I said, sitting back down and glaring at my brother. "Are you happy, Emmett?"

"No. I'm miserable," he groaned.

"You have a lot to think about, Em," Jasper said. "I love you like a brother, but right now, I'm pretty fucking ashamed of you. You made your wife cry. You lied to us! I think that going to rehab is the first step in order for you to make amends. For our performances for Jimmy Kimmel and Saturday Night Live, we can have Nessie play for us." Nessie was one of the performers we worked with when we started working with Twilight Records.

"Wait, we got Kimmel and SNL?" Emmett asked. "But …"

"You have to earn it, Emmett," I said. "Don't you get that?"

"I do," he sighed, moving and sitting down in the chair that Rose was in earlier. "I'm sorry."

"You can say the words, but they won't mean anything until we see a difference, Emmett," Edward said. "Essentially, you have to use the next two months getting yourself together. No more drinking. No more drugs. No more sleeping around with random women. If you can't do that, then we will find someone to fill your spot. Permanently."

"Do you all feel that way?" Emmett asked. Kellan and Jasper nodded. Alice didn't say anything, but she gave Emmett a sympathetic smile. "Isabelly?"

"Don't …" I said. "I'm not Isabelly. I haven't been her for almost ten years. Don't think that calling me my childhood name will make everything alright. You made a fool of yourself, Emmett McCarty Swan. Dad called me and he was ashamed to call you his son. I agree with them and I need you to get better. Not for us, but for yourself. This path is a destructive one. I don't want to lose my brother." I got up, kissing Edward's lips and running upstairs to my bedroom. I needed to get away from this. I was still exhausted from being roused so early by my father's incessant phone calls. I just crawled into bed, hugging Edward's pillow.

I vaguely heard the door open and our guests had left. Edward came up the stairs, stripping off his t-shirt and shimmying off his jeans, crawling into bed with me. "Kellan's taking Emmett to a rehab facility in the morning," Edward whispered against my skin. "However, Emmett is heading over to his house to deal with Hurricane Rosalie. He may not survive."

"She may not let him in," I said, turning in his arms. "Do you think he'll change?"

"You tell me. You lived with him for how many years?" Edward quipped, his hands massaging my back.

"He's as stubborn as they come. He'll dig his heels in. If he believed that he wasn't doing anything wrong, he won't change. Or, he'll change, but only after it's too late," I frowned. Edward cupped my chin, forcing me to look up into his evergreen eyes. "I don't know if this will work."

"We'll just have to hope that it will, beautiful," he sighed, kissing my nose. "Now, let's take a nap and then I'll make you some dinner."

"Edward, you still can't cook," I giggled.

"Let me rephrase. Order you some Chinese," he quipped, burying his nose into my shoulder. "Sleep, Mrs. Cullen. We were up too early."

"Only rock stars like us would think that three in the afternoon is too early," I deadpanned.

"And it wasn't due to our rock star status; it was because I was making love to my fuck-hot wife," he purred. "Hmmmm, maybe I'll have to have an appetizer before our nap." He slid down my body and proceeded to remove my leggings, licking my pussy until I screamed. I had no trouble falling asleep after that, curled up in Edward's arms.

xx LMDC xx

The next day, we received a text from Kellan. He said that he dropped Emmett off at New Hope Rehab Clinic in Palm Springs. It was supposed to be one of the best for his type of addiction to drugs and alcohol. Rose went with them and said that she would use their time apart to think about their future as a couple. She still loved him, but his behavior was ruining their relationship. But, if I were her, I would have left him.

I couldn't handle the mere idea of being cheated on. The one thing I knew that was constant was Edward's love for me and my love for him. If that ever changed and he did cheat on me, I'd walk out sooner than a blink of an eye. He'd feel the same way, too. However, I knew that we were forever. We survived my ordeal with Jacob, the craziness of Emerson University, our first year of marriage being on the road with the band and the crazy lifestyle of being in the music business. We were stronger because of it.

I was in the front room, noodling on the grand piano when Alice breezed in. I was trying to distract myself from what my brother was dealing with and his demons. My kitchen was sparkling and my bathrooms were practically glowing from my stress-cleaning. "Hey, Bells," she sang. "I've got the itinerary for your trip to New York for SNL. We need to talk about what you're wearing and such."

"When do we leave?" I asked, turning around on the piano bench.

"Thursday morning," she said, handing me the sheet. "Do you have someone to take Emmett's place?"

"I know that Edward called Nessie, but she's about ready to have a baby. It's a little hard to play the drums when you are nine months pregnant," I chuckled. "Timmy, from the Cliffhangers, is also a seasoned drummer. He's going to step in. We're rehearsing tomorrow. What about Kimmel?"

"Oh! That's next week, also on Thursday here in Los Angeles," she said, checking her phone. "I'm also talking to Jimmy Fallon, but that will happen closer to the beginning of your Midnight Sun tour, more like mid-May Hopefully, Emmett will be back by then." She put her phone away. "Do you want to go shopping for your clothes for your trip to New York?"

"You are too funny, Alice. Anything to go shopping, hmmm?" I quipped. "It's an addiction, girl."

"I figured you'd need to be distracted since Emmett entered rehab," Alice shrugged, giving me a supportive grin. I blushed, biting my lip. She had me pegged. "Hell, I need to be distracted. I'm completely shocked that he did all of that shit! Alcohol? Drugs? Cheating on Rosalie? That's bullshit! Complete bullshit!"

"You're not the only one," I said, getting up. "Let me go tell Edward that we're going out and then we'll go." I padded to the backyard where Edward was working on our massive pool, cleaning it and power washing the patio. He was shirtless and his muscles were glistening in the sunlight. I wanted to lick his abs. Behave, Cullen. Don't perv over your hubby. "Handsome?"

"What's up, love?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. I bit back a groan. He was so fucking perfect. He blushed, chuckling as we walked over to me. "I can see you swooning, Mrs. Cullen. Don't pass out in the pool."

"Right," I said, waving my hand in front of my face. "You're just too hot to handle, Edward. All muscly, sweaty and tattoo-y."

"I'll still be all muscly, sweaty and tattoo-y when you are done telling me what you came out her to say, beautiful," he laughed. I rolled my eyes, smacking his chest. "What's up?"

"Your sister is here and we're going shopping for our trip to New York for SNL," I explained, ogling his bare chest. In the five years since we'd been together, Edward's body had changed. He was lean in college, but with the help of a daily trainer, his muscles were defined and so sexy, almost sculpted out of marble. He also had some more chest hair on his torso, covering his well-proportioned pecs and his happy trail, leading to his huge cock. His face was more chiseled, but when he smiled, he was still the same nerdy husband I married almost five years ago. Edward waved his hand in front of my eyes, forcing me to look up into his amused jade-colored orbs. "Sorry. I'm just drooling over your studly physique."

"I'm hot. I know it," he quipped, posing like a body builder. Not. Helping.

"Yeah, stop that or I will seriously throw you down onto the chaise lounge and fuck you into tomorrow," I moaned. "Alice. Me. Shopping. Kay?"

"Kay," he said, leaning forward, kissing my lips. "Love you, cantante."

"I adore you," I breathed, biting down on his lower lip. "We are having some naked fun time when I get home. Don't change. Capische? My tongue has a date with your abs."

"Oh, I see how it is. You only love me for my body," he laughed.

"Duh," I sang, walking back into the house and picking up my purse. I twisted my hair into a loose knot atop my head, grabbing Alice's hand and leading her out to my garage. I loved Alice and always will, but her driving still sucked. I valued my life, thank you very much. Plus, I wanted to drive my baby, my silver Jaguar. It was a present from my husband when "La Musica del Cuore" hit number one on the Billboard Charts. As much as I was upset that they had put it on the CD, but I was still very proud of him. The song was beautiful and undeniably so. It deserved every ounce of praised it received. Knowing that it was written for me, too? It gave me a thrill, as well. I also spoiled my sexy hubby. I got him an Aston Martin. Plus, we had a Range Rover and our ever-faithful Volvo.

Some things just never change.

I drove us to Los Angeles. As much as I wanted to go to Target, Walmart and every day, normal stores, I drove us to Rodeo Drive. I knew that we had a look we needed to maintain and Alice was adamant that we always got the best. Even with all of our donations to various charities, we still raked in the money. We were neck and neck with Taylor Swift in net sales. Hell, with this North American tour, we may even overtake her.

Not that I'm comparing or anything.

Yes, I was.

"Oooh, let's go to Gucci first," Alice said.

"I don't like the way their clothes fit on me, Ali," I pouted. "It's like they are cut for women who have double-D breasts. That ain't me."

"You could get breast implants," Alice suggested, giving me smirk.

"Yeah, no," I said. "Let's shoot for Giorgio Armani, Agent Provocateur, Dior, Dior Homme, Max Mara and Miu Miu. I know those places have things that will fit me. And Edward, too."

"Has he heard anything from Dior Homme?" Alice asked.

"We both did," I blushed. "We're going to be their faces for their fragrances and spring line for 2017."

"Shut. Up!" Alice squealed. "No way! That's awesome! Did you ever think you'd be a model?"

"Pssh, no! I'm too short and disproportionate," I snickered, using the valet to park my baby. I handed him a fifty dollar bill. "One scratch on her and I'll have your balls for lunch. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, taking the keys from me.

"You are turning into Rosalie more and more every day," Alice quipped, lacing her arm with mine. "Do you mind if we stop at Prada and Versace, too? I think they're having a sale."

"Got it, Pix," I smiled, walking into our first stop, Dior. I spent way too much money on clothes and accessories that Edward and I didn't need, but Alice insisted we look fashion-forward. Following that, we both spent a small fortune on lacy, naughty things at Agent Provocateur. Edward loved sexy lingerie. More specifically, tearing said sexy lingerie from my body. Does he know how much those panties cost? Yeesh!

After indulging in some retail therapy, Alice and I decided to manicures and pedicures. My manicure from the Grammy's was starting to chip and I wanted to treat my best friend to some pampering. As we settled into the seats in the salon, Alice pulled out her cell phone. "Adele wanted me to show you pictures of Walter and Ralph. They are getting so big," Alice cooed, handing me her phone.

"Speaking of models, these kids should do it. They are gorgeous," I said, flipping through the photos. "Those eyes and pudgy little cheeks! When is Adele having more babies?"

"Ha! Never. She said that these two little cherubs are it for her," Alice snickered. "She loves them and loves her boyfriend, but her body was not built for popping out babies. From what she described, she was sick the entire pregnancy. She had to be admitted several times for being malnourished and dehydrated. She couldn't keep anything down."

"Yikes," I cringed.

"Speaking of babies. When are you and Edward going to start popping out kids? Esme and Carlisle are chomping at the bit," Alice giggled.

"Probably after the tour. I have an appointment with my OB/GYN just prior to our tour. I'm getting one last shot just before we go and then not getting one until we get pregnant," I answered.

"You realize your tour is longer than three months, Bells," Alice said.

"I do, but the doctor said that it would probably take a while for my body to get used to not having the artificial hormones. We probably won't get pregnant right away," I explained. "You'll be an aunt. I have no doubt, but you have to be patient."

"Okay, okay. I just want another baby to spoil. I know that me and pregnancy are not a good mix, so I'm most likely not going to have kids," she shrugged.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I could pass down my illness to my children," she said. "I don't want that. It's hell trying to remember to take my meds. Plus, half of them cause birth defects. I can't handle not being on them. I'm a mess. If I do have children, a long time from now, I'll probably adopt. I need to be happy with me and my decisions. You know?"

"I do. Hearing you say this is … there are no words, Ali," I whispered.

"I've grown up," she said. "What I did to Jasper was unfair to him and selfish. He had no choice and it was our undoing as a couple. Do I still love him? Yes, I do. I always will but we're better as friends."

"You don't harbor any negative feelings because of his relationship with Nia?" I asked.

"Nope. In fact, I think that Nia is a better fit for him. I hope they get their happily ever after," Alice said, smiling wistfully.

My cell phone rang from my purse. I waggled my fingers. The technician reached into my purse, handing me my cell phone. It was Rosalie. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bells," she said, her voice empty. She sounded like she did when she was in Chicago, at the trail of Royce, the man who had raped her.

"Rose, are you okay?" I asked.

"No. I'm not," she sighed. "I'm …" She blew out a breath. "I'm getting out of here. I'm going to visit my family in New York. I can't be here. When I was driving back, filling up my gas tank, some guy recognized me as Emmett's wife. He said horrible things about me, saying that I didn't give Emmett enough pussy to force him to stray." She choked out a sob. "Do you hate me?"

"No, sweetheart," I said. "I understand why you're upset, Rose."

"As much as I want to support Emmett, I have to do what's best for me," she sniffled. "Can you check on the house for me while I'm gone? I've forwarded my mail to my parent's home, but didn't do anything about Emmett's."

"Of course. Anything," I murmured. "Do you think you'll be back?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "Regardless of that, I do love you like a sister. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose that with you, Bells. I just can't … If you need to get ahold of me, call my mom. I'm turning off this phone. I love you, Bells." She hung up before I could respond.

"What did she say?" Alice asked as I woodenly put the cell phone in my lap. "Bella?"

"She's going back to New York and spending time with her family," I said. "But, I don't think she's coming back." Tears brimmed in my eyes and fell freely down my cheeks. Alice motioned to the technicians and our beauty treatments were finished and paid for. We left. I dropped Alice off at her townhouse before driving back to my house. Edward was waiting for me inside. I ran into his arms, burying my nose into his neck. "She's gone, Edward."

"I know, baby," he cooed. He held me as I cried. Everything was changing and I wasn't ready for those changes.

xx LMDC xx

We settled into the suite at The Peninsula Hotel in New York City. We were all staying in the suite. It was plenty big enough for us. Edward and I were in the master suite while Jasper and Nia were staying in the one of the two smaller rooms. Timmy was in the other room. He was wandering around the suite, his eyes huge. Alice was in a smaller suite across the hall from Kellan on the floor below. "So, this is how the other life lives," he chuckled, running his fingers along the grand piano. "The Cliffhangers are still spending their time at a Super 8."

"Stop it," Edward snorted. "You guys are just as popular as we are."

"Pssh, no we're not," Timmy snickered. "Yes, we're in the same genre and have similar fans, but we are still in need of having regular jobs in order to continue playing music. Your job is making the music. But, you're all sorts of awesome and I do appreciate the opportunity to play with you."

"We're glad you're here, too," I smiled, sitting down on the opulent sofa. I was putting on a good show, but I was still very upset about what had happened with my brother. I had a phone call into Barbie, Rose's mom, but I had yet to hear from either one. I wanted to see her before we flew back to Los Angeles on Tuesday. "Did you ever think you'd be playing on Saturday Night Live?"

"Did you?" Timmy asked, plopping down on an ottoman. "I feel bad that Emmett isn't here to experience this. He was an original member of the band."

"He still is," Edward smiled, taking my hand. "He's dealing with some personal issues. Regardless of what the tabloids say, we value our integrity and family always comes first. Emmett needed help and he's getting it. Now, we have a few hours before we have some time to rehearse on the set of SNL. Do you want to go out to eat or get some room service?"

"I'm thinking room service," Jasper yawned. "The evil pixie had us up at o'dark thirty to catch our flight. I want a nap."

"I'm in agreement," Timmy said, wrinkling his nose. "Yes, the private jet was awesome, but it was too early this morning."

"Then, we're getting room service," Edward said. "We need to be on the road by six. So, dinner will be ready by four-thirty and we'll leave at a quarter after five." Timmy, Jasper and Nia went down the hallway to their rooms. Edward ordered the meal and we also went into our room, crashing for a few hour long nap.

We ate dinner, a meal that was perfectly prepared by the hotel, before we got into the limo and drove to the studio for our rehearsal. All of our equipment had been delivered from the plane and was set up according to the specs that Kellan had described. We met up with the director and a few of the cast members. We were all in stitches and somehow, Edward and I got roped into being in a sketch. I was nervous since I was not an actress by any stretch of the imagination. However, the director made promises that it would be a small walk-on role with minimal speaking.

With that, they left and we had the use of the stage. We wanted to get comfortable in the new set up. We also wanted to do a sound check, getting the right balance between the instruments and voices. Plugging in and putting in our ear protection, we began our warm up. Working with the sound engineers, we managed to get in an amazing run-through of our two pieces, including "La Musica del Cuore". Timmy melded into our groove easily, even adding some more flourishes to our pieces and making them sound better.

When we were done with our rehearsal, Edward and I got our scripts for the sketch we were performing in. It was going to be after our first performance, after the commercial break. We were going to be some groupies, in line for a Breaking Midnight meet-and-greet, wanting to meet the lead singers. The guest host, Robert Pattinson, was going to act like Edward and one of the female performers was going to be me. The premise was funny and I figured it would make us look more human, as opposed to the fantasies people concocted of us. We had to arrive at the studio around eight the following day for a few rehearsals with Robert and the cast.

Just as we were leaving, Edward arched a brow at the director. "I like the idea of this sketch, but I want your assurances that this is the script you'll use. I know that there has been some, um, drama going on following the Grammy Awards," Edward said, his voice stern.

"We are aware of the situation with your drummer. It's a touchy subject and it won't be brought up," the director assured us. "Our guest host is aware of it, as well. He knows all too well the struggles of living in the limelight and the temptation of the party scene. He never indulged, but he had seen people succumb to the temptation. Now, if there aren't any more questions, I'll see you tomorrow at eight for rehearsals and then makeup at ten." He shook our hands, turning on his heel to leave.

We rode back to the hotel, crashing almost immediately and sleeping late into the following day. It was going to be a long, late night. The next day, we lounged around the suite and did a quick rehearsal, an acoustic version of our set, in the hotel. As we were finishing up, I was walking to take a shower and my phone lit up with a text.

Bella, it's Barbie, Rose's Mom. She's … she's struggling with Emmett's betrayal and needs some time, sweetheart. Rose asked me to share with you that she still loves you and thinks of you like a sister, but she's in pain. Seeing you is a reminder of what she may lose. Give her some space. She'll call you when she's ready. Rose sends her love and best wishes for your performance for tonight. Love, Barbie

"Shit," I spat.

"What, beautiful?" asked Edward as he walked into our lavish suite. "Everything okay?"

"I got a text from Barbie, Rose's mom. She needs time," I frowned.

"Do you blame her?" Edward said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Her husband's infidelities and stupidity were just broadcast all over TMZ and every entertainment station. I had an inkling that she would probably have this sort of reaction."

"I know, but I had hoped …" I trailed off, leaning my cheek against his warm, muscular chest. "Wishful thinking, I guess. Can I kick my brother's ass?"

"Get in line, beautiful," Edward snickered. "Come on. Let's take a shower together. I need to feel you." I rolled my eyes, following my husband into the gorgeous bathroom. He took his time stripping me out of my loungewear, groaning when he saw that I wasn't wearing any underwear. His lips were on mine as we slid into the steamy shower. He kissed me feverishly before kneeling in front of me and taking my pussy into his mouth.

My husband loved licking my pussy, tasting my sex and making me scream with his golden tongue.

And I loved his tongue inside me.

Within minutes, I was a trembling, quivering mess, coming down from an intense orgasm. Edward stood up and his cock is hard, leaking and pressed against my stomach. His eyes were nearly black with desire. I kissed him deeply, tasting my release on his lips. He moaned, bending down and picking me up. He lined up his cock with my still dripping folds and he slammed inside of me. "FUCK!" I barked.

"Exactly, baby," he growled, squeezing my breast and twisting my nipple ring. I whimpered as his hips began rolling, filling me with his hardness. There was nothing gentle about our lovemaking. I knew that he did love me, but every so often, we'd have these fuck fests. We were in the middle of one now and I needed him to get me off. I need his cock to make me come. "So tight, Bella. Do like my cock inside of you? Fucking you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Harder, Edward."

He leaned back and I pressed my back against the granite tile of the shower. He pounded into me, making my pussy clench around him. I reached between us, where we were joined and rubbed my clit. I could feel his arousal sliding in and out. I was soaked for him and I wasn't talking about the water. He was angled just right to make me squirt all over his cock. "Oh, Bella," he grunted. "I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, beautiful. All over me." His desire in his voice made my body clamp down around him and my arousal increased ten-fold. "Oh, fuck! You look so beautiful like this. Tits bouncing as I fuck you … God damn!"

"Edward," I gasped, my fingers making tight circles over my clit. "I'm …" He grunted as he pushed out of me, but kept me in his arms as I covered him, spraying both of us with my release. I barely calmed when he slammed back into me and thrusting hard and fast. I was lost to the sensations, my body feeling every inch of him. He kissed me deeply as he filled me with his release. I could feel his warmth and it spread all throughout my body. Boneless, he slid to the ground and held me in his arms as we calmed down from our fast and explosive fucking. His finger ran through my tangled, wet curls. "Hmmmm," I hummed.

"Are you coherent, beautiful?" he quipped, squeezing my ass.

"Nope. You fucked my brains out," I giggled, kissing his neck and moving up to take his lips with mine. "I love you, Edward."

"I adore you, Bella," he purred, slipping out of me. He frowned, as did I, losing our intimate connection. "Do you think they all heard?"

"Probably, but Jasper's used to it. He and Nia can give us a run for our money," I snickered, getting up and reaching for my shampoo. Edward got up, enfolding his arms around my waist as he nuzzled my neck. "Hey, bub, I've got to shower and get ready. I can't do that with a growth on my back."

"I wanted to cuddle you, baby," he said, pressing soft kisses to my neck. "Most women want to be cuddled after they have sex." His hands wandered along my flat stomach and up to my breasts.

"I know you," I said, trying to keep the breathiness out of my voice. He was getting me riled up again. "Your type of cuddling leads to more sex."

"You say this like it's a bad thing," he chuckled darkly, his fingers finding my slick folds and idly toying with my clit. "I can't get enough of you, Mrs. Cullen. All I want is you to be naked, all of the time, so I can make love to you any time we want." With his other hand, he turned my head and kissed me deeply, bringing to orgasm again with his fingers.

Our shower ended up being over an hour long. It wasn't until Alice started banging on the locked bathroom door that we broke apart and actually showered. Edward and I couldn't help it that we were insatiable for each other. Okay, we could, but that wasn't nearly enough fun.

We ate dinner as a band before heading to the studio. Edward and I got fitted for our costumes, which were a pair of jeans and some insanely bedazzled Breaking Midnight shirts. I was going to have my hair braided with an 'I Love Edward Cullen' tattoo on my cheek. Edward was going to have 'Bella Cullen is my dream girl' on his chest. We were essentially going to be hanging on the actors playing us until security was going to haul us away, effectively ending the sketch.

The cast was hysterically funny and Robert had a dry wit. He was also the doppelganger to my husband. However, my Edward was taller and more muscular, thanks to his extensive workout regimen. Rob, as he preferred to be called, was leaner and had darker hair, thanks to a recent film he'd just finished. The huge difference was in the voices. Edward had a rougher voice, deep and resonant. Rob's voice was smooth and had a lilting English accent. I liked the accent a lot.

I wonder if Edward would talk dirty to me in an English accent? Hmmmm …

No, that would be creepy.

We rehearsed the sketch a couple of times before heading into hair and makeup. Timmy and Jasper were already ready to go, sitting in the green room. Alice was going to be working with the makeup artists since she was so particular about how we looked. My hair was curled and texturized, while my makeup was dark and smoky. Edward's hair was tousled and he had some light makeup put onto his face to even out his skin tone. We got dressed into our clothes for the first performance, waiting for the show to begin.

Rob was hysterical, poking fun at himself and the various films he'd been in, including a supernatural romance based on some vampire novels. He also shared some scary moments when he was being attacked by a cow in another movie. As he was finishing his monologue, two of the cast members, dressed up as a cow, ran him off the stage and broke into a fake 'commercial.'

Forty-five minutes passed and soon we were getting ready to perform. Timmy settled behind the drums and we were all getting situated with our instruments and microphones. The sound technician made sure that my ear protection was working properly. With a smile, I thanked him as Rob introduced us. Timmy began the count off to one of our faster songs from our sophomore album, "Baying at the Silver Moon." I sang the song, giving the piece a haunted feeling with my ethereal verses, juxtaposed with the hard-hitting chorus. Edward's voice joined mine during the bridge, making the song sound more out of this world. With a flourish, the song ended and the crowd went wild.

The lights dimmed and we went backstage, changing into our costumes for our sketch. After the too-short commercial break, the sketch began. I was an anxious mess. Edward, who was standing behind me, was holding my hand and whispering that we were going to be fine. We didn't have many lines. Okay, I had one and I had to jump into Rob's arms and exclaim that I wanted him to be the father to my babies. As nice as Rob was, I felt guilty saying that since I wanted my husband to father my babies but Rob was imitating my husband …

Ugh, my head hurts trying to figure this thing out.

We were shuffled closer in the line to our doppelgangers. The psycho fans they had approaching them were almost spot on with some of the more intense fan encounters we'd had. On top of that, Rob's reactions were exactly the same to what my husband did with the encounters. When we got to the front, I burst through the line and hopped up into Rob's arms. With wide eyes and a sex-kitten voice, I breathed, "I want you to father my babies," before laying one on him. I was pulled away from Rob and I struggled as Edward did his nerdy approach, pretending to propose to the fake Bella. However, he's ushered off, screaming his undying love for her. The lights go dim and we head back into the dressing room to change into our next outfits for the final song.

"Alice, can I get a moment with my wife?" Edward asked.

"Sure," she said after she had removed our super fan makeup. "Everything okay?"

"It will be," he smirked. Alice left the dressing room. I was soon enfolded into a passionate embrace. Edward's lips were claiming me and I was melting in his arms. We pulled apart, breathless. "I know it was scripted, but I hated you kissing him, beautiful."

"His lips were not yours," I said, running my fingers along his pink, pouty mouth. "Too thin and he tried to shove his tongue into my mouth."

"That's because you're just so kissable," Edward growled, nipping at my lips. "But, you're mine, cantante."

"I love it when you get possessive," I giggled, kissing him again and moaning quietly when his hands cupped my ass. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his slender waist. We made out until Alice's insistent knocking broke us apart. "To be continued?" I purred.

"What do you think?" Edward replied, bucking his hips and pushing his arousal right where I needed it. Another round of obnoxious rapping forced him to put me down and he opened the door. "You are a cock blocker, Mary Alice Cullen."

"And you're going on in about fifteen minutes. I have to work my magic, Green Eyed Freak," she quipped back. "Your wife has hickeys."

"I do not!" I said, scrambling in front of the mirror. "Bitch, you lie!"

"Meh," Alice shrugged, pushing me down into the chair. "I do have to fix your lipstick since someone had to kiss it off."

"And it was fucking worth it," Edward retorted, sitting down as the other makeup artist fluffed his hair and reapplied his face.

The second performance was Edward's time to shine. He sang "La Musica del Cuore" and I could see all of the women in the audience swoon as he looked at me, singing about his undying love for me. As I sang the harmony for the song, I tried to relay my feelings for him, but we both knew that we were forever.

After that performance, we waited for the end of the show and we gathered on the stage as Rob thanked everyone for the experience and for us for performing. The house band began playing and the credits rolled. Rob pulled Edward and me aside. "I know that this is highly unorthodox, but my latest film is in the post production phase and we're working on the music for it. Several of your songs really fit with the feeling of the movie. Would you be willing to write something for it?" he asked.

"Definitely," Edward smiled. "What's the movie about?"

"It's futuristic, set in space," Rob explained. "The first song you sang was perfect for the soundtrack and we need a song with the theme in it, too. I'm a huge fan and I would love for you to contribute something."

"Whatever you need, man," Edward nodded.

"Excellent!" Rob beamed. "I'll have the producers contact your manager with more details, but I'm certain that things will go smoothly. It was a pleasure working with you and I look forward to doing it again." He shook Edward's hand and hugged me, kissing my cheek.

"You're not going to the after party?" Jasper asked.

"Unfortunately not," Rob said. "I have to catch a red eye to London for some reshoots for another film. The next time I'm in Los Angeles, we'll definitely have to get together. Cheers!" He shook Jasper and Timmy's hands, weaving through the crowd to the dressing rooms.

After some discussion, we decided not to go to the after party either. Edward wanted to continue where he left off with his Possessiveward in the dressing room and I was all about that. Jasper and Nia ended up going out, but to a club with Timmy but ended coming back to the suite after an hour, or so they said. The next morning, Nia was scowling as she scrolled through her phone. "Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she spat.

"What?" Edward asked.

"Emmett's absence was noticed on SNL and some idiots are claiming that he's been ousted from the band," she scowled. "Oh, and there's more rumors that Bella's pregnant with Emmett's lovechild."

"I think I'm going to puke," I moaned. "He's my brother! These people are fucking sick."

"However, the worst is this," Nia grimaced, handing me her phone.

I scrolled through it, my anger spiking. It was from a tabloid magazine and website, but the fact the article was published was sickening.

Is There Trouble in Breaking Midnight Paradise?

Fresh off their four Grammy wins, the popular band, Breaking Midnight, appeared on Saturday Night Live. They sounded amazing and the lusty vibes coming off the married lead singers, Edward and Bella Cullen, were palpable. One noticeable difference was the absence of their longtime drummer and brother of Bella Cullen, Emmett Swan. It is rumored that he has entered rehab at the suggestion of his band mates and his wife of four years, Rosalie Hale-Swan.

However, a woman has stepped forward, claiming that she is pregnant with Emmett's baby. What will this mean for the band? Will Emmett's absence become a permanent one? Only time will tell, folks. For now, we're on baby watch.

I handed Nia her phone and stomped away, angry at the tabloid for publishing the story. Unfortunately, with Emmett's behavior, it could be feasible that he did have a bastard child out there.

The fame whore strikes again. And he's not even here. Fuck. My. Life.

A/N: Second chapter … I hope you're still with me. Thank you for everyone who has read and reviewed. Pictures from this chapter are up on my blog (link for that is on my profile). You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation and twitter, too.

There will be drama, angst, humor, lemons and a lot of music. Now, I'm not going to lie. I'm not a poet. When Breaking Midnight performs their original music, I will NOT be posting lyrics unless I write something awe-inspiring. LOL. Up next will be preparations for their tour and the fallout from the article that was posted at the end of this chapter. What will it mean for Emmett and Rose? Are the baby rumors true? Leave me some loving and guesses. Thanks for reading! ;-)