A/N: Hey everyone!!!! OK, I FINALLY found the perfect song for her meeting so I decided to write before I lost it…yup. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own twilight or the song used in this chapter.

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Bella's P.O.V

I have been sitting in my room doing nothing for 2 hours now. I was so excited to get the studio to possibly get a recording contract! At 1:00 I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, so I jumped up and ran to the door and jumped in my truck. Charlie left for work the normal time but didn't forget to wish me luck before he left. The studio was in Seattle and it took me about 45 mins to get there, so I walked in and when they asked for my name I told them and sat in the waiting room. About 10 minutes later the guy that pulled me aside yesterday, Mr. Power's, walked up and told me to follow him. He led me down the hallway and into a room with a recording booth and 3 other people in there, who Mr. Power's-who told me to call him Johnny-introduced as the managers of the Record Company. They talked to me for a few minute's then asked me to sing a song for them. I walked into the recording booth and put on the headphones. Then, the music for my new song Losing Grip came on.

'Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?

Right now, I feel invisible to you,

Like I'm not real.

Didn't you feel me locking my arms around you?

Why'd you walked away?

Here's what I have to say.

'I was left to cry there, waiting outside there, grinning with a lost stare.

That's when I decided,

Why, should I care?

Cause you weren't there, when I was scared, I was so alone.

You, you need to listen,

I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone.'

The song was obviously about Edward leaving. He really hurt me when he left, but I managed SOMEHOW to cope and keep living my life.

'Am I just some chick you placed beside you,

To take somebody's place?

When you turn around, can you recognize my face…?

You used to love me, you used to hug me,

But that wasn't the case.

Everything wasn't okay.

'I was left to cry there, waiting outside there, grinning with a lost stare.

That's when I decided,

Why, should I care?

Cause you weren't there, when I was scared, I was so alone.

You, you need to listen,

I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone.

'Cryin' out loud,

I'm cryin' out loud.

Cryin' out loud,

I'm cryin' out loud.

Open your eyes,

Open up wide.

'Why, should I care?

Cause you weren't there, when I was scared, I was so alone.

Why, should I care?

If you don't care, then I don't care.

We're not going anywhere.

'Why, should I care?

Cause you weren't there, when I was scared, I was so alone.

Why, should I care?

If you don't care, then I don't care.

We're not going anywhere.'

I was happy with the overall recording and I hope that the managers did too. I walked back out and they applauded for me. I smiled and sat in the chair that they motioned me to sit at.

'Well, Ms. Swan-' 'Bella.' 'OK, well, Bella, you have amazing talent, how you ever had vocal lessons?'

'No, never.' Shock crossed his eyes. What? I can't be that good without lessons?

'Wow, I thought you had lessons, anyway, we would love if we could sign you. We can record your first single record next week.' I was so excited and I had a huge grin across my face. I read the contract they gave me front to back to make sure everything was OK, and when I was satisfied with the paper and agreements, I signed my name on the dotted line(s) on the pages. Then after that, I was officially a signed singer. Oh. My. GOD!

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OK, that chapter was one of my more crappy ones…sorry but I that song fit so well with this. The song is Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne. Also, Sometimes I'll have some lyrics from a song on my iTunes, and the first 2 people to get it right, I will send them a sneak peek of the next chapter…when I think of one that is…OK, here's the lyrics:

'There's a story at the bottom of this bottle

And I'm the pen.

Make it count when I'm the one

Who's selling you out.

'Cause it feels like stealing hearts,

Calling your name from the crowd.'

Good Luck!!!

~Chrissie

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