And Then She Sang

I don't own twilight.

Chapter 4: Cassie

Bella's pov.

Well, let's just say I woke up in a daze this morning. As in, I basically totally freaked out. It was dark in my room, and I guess I'm still used to getting up in Phoenix with sun shining in my window. Needless to say I emitted and ear piercing shriek, loud enough for Charlie to come barging in my room and turn the light on. He turned the light on and we stared blankly at each other. And we're still staring blankly at each other.

"Sorry dad. I was disoriented for a second," I said.

He merely grunted, and then said, "Well since you woke me up do you think you could make breakfast for us now?" I nodded my head in assent.

As I climb out of bed I can't help but feel a little saddened. I know that I've made the right choice coming here and I know I'm safe here. I just don't know how I'm going to get on my feet here. I need a car, definitely. And a job too. But that is what I'm going to do today. I'm going to search for a job. I stretch out and I start to pick out my clothes. Then I grab my bag of essentials for showering and I head to the bathroom. As I go by Charlie's door, I can see that he is still sleeping. He must have the day off, and I couldn't help but think that this was the perfect day to impress him with my culinary skills. Not that I'd need to, considering he probably hasn't had a real meal since he went to the Lodge.

My thoughts are with my mother in Phoenix while I'm in the shower. (AN: not that way, you pervs. She doesn't have an Oedipus complex.) I know I shouldn't worry, but my hippie of a mother is known for her antics. Its good she has Phil now. I step out of the shower and blow dry my hair straight, just the way I like it. I put my clothes on: a pair of grey skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black vest. I do my makeup, accentuating my pitiful brown eyes with mascara and eyeliner. The normal lip gloss is on, and I can't help the piece of music that pops into my head. My lip gloss is poppin, I think and I giggle to myself. I'm such a loser. I reach into my bag and find my red pearlish necklace. I put that on to complete my look.

I walk to my kitchen and almost stumble on my steps. So much for thinking that moving to a new town would eliminate my clumsiness. I discover that Charlie doesn't have much in the fridge, so I make some eggs and bacon. As I cook I run through my vocal warm-ups for the day, starting off with humming and working my way through the scales. I knew it was safe to belt because Charlie was in the shower and there was no way he'd hear me. Not that I'd care, it is just that warming up sounds rather unattractive. As soon as the water stopped running I had the steaming hot plates of eggs and bacon on the table. Charlie had better appreciate this. He needs to lower his cholesterol.

As Charlie walks in I see that there is, in fact, an appreciative look on his face. However, I know that he is afraid to taste it. My mom, Renee, was rather infamous for her cooking and even though they hadn't lasted long I knew he was a test subject for her concoctions. He tastes it and starts shoveling food into his face. I can't help but chuckle. He reminds me of my ex-boyfriend from Phoenix, Jacob. He eats like that. I regret thinking about Jake instantly. We had a lot of problems even though it was a mutual break-up. I'm broken out of my reverie when Charlie starts to talk.

" I think you'll fit in here nicely Bells," he said. I can only hope that he is right, and I tell him so.

"I think you'll have a better time adjusting than you think. I have a couple surprises for you, actually. Now, now. Don't protest. It's your welcome home gift. First off, I have this truck that I bought. I fixed it up for you and I'd like you to have it. Secondly, ever since the Newtons have lost their son Mike in a car accident they've needed some help at their store. I arranged an interview for you."

I'm flabbergasted. I'm sure my jaw is still on the floor. I shovel the rest of my food into my mouth and I hug my dad goodbye, leaving him to do the dishes. I throw on my red Chucks and head out the door. Outside is the loveliest automobile I have ever seen. It's big and red. I jokingly name it Big Red and decide that it's a boy. On the seat are the directions to the Newton's store. I've never know my dad to be this thoughtful. I guess that he is just trying to accommodate me. I drive to the store and look in the windows. It's a camping store. Great. I sigh internally. I guess I should just be grateful for the opportunity.

I walk up to the cash register and the cashier is turned around. I cough lightly to get her to turn around and notice me. She does turn around and I notice that she doesn't have a name tag on.

"Mrs. Newton, I presume?"

"Yes," she said, "you must be Bella, Charlie's daughter." I couldn't hide my blush. She looks over me, probably deciding that I'm not fit for the position.

"Yes. I think you're right for this position. Besides, if my Mike were here he would be begging me to hire you. You're exactly what his type was."

"Thank you, Mrs. Newton. And I'm sorry for the loss of your son."

"Thank you dear. I really need to cut back my hours and I know you need a job. And here is your vest and your name tag. Just write your name in sharpie, dear."

"Thank you Mrs. Newton. I start tomorrow, right?"

"Yep Bella I'll see you around nine tomorrow" she said. I turn to walk back to my car, feeling victorious.

"Oh and dear, would you mind putting this in the window for me?" She handed the flier to me and I nodded. I slowly walk towards the door and then I notice what the flier says.

Wanted: A female vocalist

For the Cullens' Band

Call Edward Cullen to register for tryouts on the 27th.

I'm so excited! I tear off the Cullen boy's number off the flier and immediately call. A woman answers.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello. My name is Bella Swan and I'd like to register to try out for the Cullen brothers' band. Could you please inform Edward Cullen of this of this?"

"Yes dear. The tryouts are at out home."

I take down the address. "Thank you," I said.

The next day I get ready to go to the Cullen's home. I do my morning warm-ups on the way to the home and store my acoustic guitar in the seat next to me. As soon as I walk to the door I am let into the house and down to the studio. I see five people obviously together and two other girls sitting down there.

"Well, now that the last applicant is here we can start," a male voice says, "Tanya, you're up first. This very obvious bottle blond gets up and walks up to the karaoke set and takes the mike. She sings "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne and I cringe at the voice she thinks she has. But she very obviously has the confidence needed to pull off that song.

Next up was a girl named Victoria. She seemed kind of timid, and lacked stage presence. She sang "Pieces of Me" by Ashlee Simpson, and actually had a good voice despite her timidity.

I know it is my turn now, and I make my way with my guitar up on stage. I hesitate and I ask if it is okay if I do a song I wrote. I'm given the go-ahead and obvious look of disbelief. I picked my song called Cassie.

The question asked in order to save her life or take it
The answer no avoided death and yes would make it

Do you believe in God?'
Written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger
And my Sister Cassie pulled it

They didn't love their live so much
As to shrink from death
Inspired in their footsteps
We will march ahead
Don't be shocked that people die
Be surprised you're still alive

All heads are bowed in silent reverence
The floor is wet with tears of sorrowful remembrance
The alter is filled with hearts of repentance
Perfect love kills all fear, rejoice in this deliverance

They didn't love their live so much
As to shrink from death
Inspired in their footsteps
We will march ahead
Don't be shocked that people die
Be surprised you're still alive.

I know that I put my all into that song, all my emotions so that I was almost crying. The metaphorically written one for Jake. The one written on the day he killed himself, the day I let him out of my heart for good.

I know I did my job because everyone was silent. I looked up from my guitar and saw a ridiculously handsome bronze haired man. He looked shocked.

AN: Yes. I killed Mike and Jake. I'm so sorry. Let me know what you think! Review please!!! Song is Cassie (Acoustic) by Flyleaf!