Okay, I haven't done this yet, so I'm just gonna say that my name isn't Stephanie Meyer, so obviously I don't own Twilight. I own myself and this story.

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Aro is still getting ready, so I sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair on the side of the stage. Next to me is the manager of the talent show, Bella. She is tapping her foot impatiently, and muttering something about how Aro should be more prompt.

"Why aren't you performing?" I ask her.

She shrugs. "I don't have a talent-is that a problem?"

"Um, no," I answer. "I was just surprise no one convinced you."

"Why would someone convince me?" she asks, getting hysterical. "Do you think someone always has to convince me of doing something? I can think on my own!"

"Bella, is everything okay?"

"I'm not going crazy!" she suddenly cries. "Just because one of our contestants is FIVE minutes late, doesn't mean I should be going crazy! Which, I'm NOT! You know, Edward said this job would be too much pressure on me-but look at me. I'm fine. Right? Right?"

As she continues to ramble on, I look around, not listening, and see Aro. He's waiting on the other side of the stage.

"Uh," I begin to Bella, "Aro's here, now, so I guess it's time to start-" Before I finish the sentence, I am being pushed on to the stage by Bella. I stumble into the spotlight, and say to the crowd "Next up, doing his rendition of 'I Feel Pretty' is Aro Volturi!"

I run off stage, and notice how the crowd has become silent. Aro leaps out-with a pose, of course-in a pink tutu! In my head, I think, 'So that's why he took so long-he stole Alice's tutu!'

"I feel pretty," he sings. "Oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty, and bright. And I pity any girl who isn't pretty tonight!" There was a quick musical pause. "I feel charming. Oh so charming. It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty, I can hardly believe I'm real! See that pretty girl in the mirror there."

I covered my face with my hands, and thought, 'Oh, no. His voice is getting high! This is too funny."

Aro continued, "Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile, such a pretty me!" Aro held out the last note, making it really high.

Suddenly, there was a loud scream from the other end of the stage. "ARO! You STOLE my TUTU!"

Of course, it was Alice. She jumped onto stage, wearing a blue robe, and ripped the tutu right off of Aro. Then, with her hands on her hips, she marched away. Everyone in the audience started to laugh, and Aro, who was blushing as red as a tomato, ran off the stage crying.

"You all hate me!" he wailed.

I ran after him, and called, "Oh, Aro, we don't hate you."

But someone in the audience, probably Emmett, yelled back, "Yes we do!"

I sighed. "Okay, whatever. Let's move on. Up next, Rosalie Hale!"