Chapter 4

Emmett and Rosalie

Edward POV

"Who has Emmett?" I asked wanting the girls to calm down

"I do." said Jasper standing up

Alice and Renesmee sat down as Jasper went up.

"Why should I worry." Jasper said

I began to play and he sang:

One minute I'm in Central Park
Then I'm down on Delancey Street
From the Bow'ry to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
I've got New York City heart

Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street saviore faire

The rhythm of the city
But once you get it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown

Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street saviore faire

Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz

Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoire faire

Emmett laughed.

"I love it!"

"Thanks Em." Jasper replied and sat down

"Who has Rose?" I said

"Me!" Alice cried running to the front

"Perfect isn't easy." She said

I began to play and she sang:

Girl, we've got work to do
Pass me the paint and glue
Perfect isn't easy
But it's me
When one knows the world is watching
One does what one must
Some minor adjustments, darling
Not for my vanity
But for humanity

Each little step a pose
See how the breeding shows
Sometimes it's too much for even me
But when all the world says, "Yes"
Then who am I to say "No"?
Don't ask a bum to strut like a show girl
No, girl, you need a pro

Not a wrinkle or a flaw
Take a look at that jaw
La la la la
Perfection becomes me, nest ce pas?
Unrivaled, unruffled
I'm beauty unleashed
Yeah!
Jaws drop, hearts stop
I'm fetching and classy
We're not talking Beyonce

And Aaaaaiiiiaaaa
Owooo woo!

Tho' many covet my clothes and jewels
They're barking up the wrong tree
You pretty girls all over the city
I have your hearts and you have my pity
Pretty is nice but still
It's just pretty
Perfect, my dears
Is me

"That was brilliant Alice! That is totally me!" Rosalie cried

Everybody laughed.