Bella's POV
I smiled at the fans and posed for the cameras.
"Bella! I love you!"
"Over here, Bella!"
"Bella, will you marry me?"
Fans and photographers called out to me. I smiled and waved and made my way down the carpet walk. Further down more, I could see Rosalie, looking radiant in a short strapless neon pink dress. I couldn't see Edward though. I wondered what he was wearing. I hoped it would show off his hot muscles I had seen the other day when he'd worn a t-shirt.
I kept walking, signing autographs sometimes, too. I loved my fans. They were really cool. I liked signing autographs and taking pictures with them, I really did.
I got up to one of the interviewers. They were having live coverage of the entrances, showing what the celebrities were wearing, and interviewing them, too.
"Bella Swan! How are you doing?" The perky interviewer asked. She had auburn hair and hazel eyes, and she looked pretty nice. Her smile wasn't fake either, I could tell.
"I am great, couldn't be better," I told the camera in front of me warmly.
"So Bella, this is your third time at the Celebrity Telethon. How does it feel to know that you've been participating in such a beneficial cause for such a while?"
"I love the feeling of doing something that will make a difference. It's the best, and that's the primal pull of the Celebrity Telethon. That's what keeps bringing me back every year." I told the complete truth. I wasn't nervous either, even though I knew all the viewers of the Telethon were watching me right now. Before I became famous, that would have totally freaked me out, but I got used to stage fright quickly after I became a star.
"Every year you've brought in so many donations, over the phone and Internet. What's your secret?" The interviewer asked.
"Well, then it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?" I laughed."Well, I guess I have a lot of energy and enthusiasm, and I think that might inspire people to do something good for others."
The interview lady smiled. "Yes, well, that's really what this is all about. It's all fun, and a great party, too–but the underlying purpose of the Celebrity Telethon is for everyone to get a chance to do something good and enjoy it, too."
I nodded. "That's really the best part, and I have had so many experiences here. I met my best friend, Rosalie Hale here, while we were waiting to go on, and we were both just starting out in this business, and we hit it off. A lot happens here, and everything has a positive outcome. We are all doing this for the kids with cancer, and we deeply care about raising money for that cause."
"Well, thank you Bella, I'm sure you have to go get ready now," the lady wrapped it up.
"Yes, it was great talking to you," I smiled as I began to step away.
"You too," she said. She started to say something to the camera, but I was already on my way in.
A little while later, an assistant was showing me my way to the dressing room I would be sharing with three other girls. Usually me, Rose and two others we really never knew too well.
A stylist was doing Rose's hair when I walked into the room.
"Bella- Bon!" she exclaimed.
"Hey, Rose. Do you know who we're sharing the dressing room with?"
"Yeah, the R & B singer twins, Tori and Tara. They're not here yet. Love your dress, BTW."
A stylist ran in. "Bella! Oh, you look great. But we gotta get you dressed in your performance outfit, hon."
"Okay," I answered. I wondered what slutty costume they would have for me this year...
***
Not too long after, I was examining myself in the mirror. I was wearing really short denim shorts, with biker chains attached. They were kind of cool. I had a tight black tank top with lace on the top and little bead sprinkled under the lace. And of course, black cowboy boots. The stylist had decided against the hat.
"I gotta say, Bella. You look hot, baby!"
The door opened. It was Tori and Tara.
Rosalie stood up, the royal blue fringe of her skirt swaying. Compared to Rosalie's outfit, mine was nothing. Not that Rosalie was showing any more skin than me, but it was still really different.
Her skirt, like I said, was completely fringe. It was short too, just about covering the top of her thighs. She had shorts under, of course, but they were shorter than the fringe. They were like boy shorts. Right down the middle of her stomach was a string of blue and white beads going across, attaching the fringe skirt to Rosalie's top–a bikini top, with more royal blue fringe attached. Ha! Fringe on her boobs. But I have to say, it was really pretty. Especially on Rosalie.
"Oh my gosh, hi!" Rosalie said. "I'm Rose."
"Tara," one of them introduced herself.
Rosalie went to hug Tara, but the other one, who I guessed was Tori, shouted. "No! Don't touch her!" she shrieked. "You'll probably get an STD!"
I giggled. "She can't get an STD by merely touching her."
"No," Tori protested. "Really. You don't know what disease you might catch if you touch Tara."
I shook my head.
"Don't listen to Tori. She's my evil twin sister. I'm the normal one."
"I'm not the one who shot whiskey when I was thirteen," Tori argued.
My eyes got wide at the mention of my favorite acholholic drink. "I love whiskey," I said in a dreamy tone.
"Oh, please Bella, don't even talk about it," Rose squeaked.
I laughed. I often drank whiskey, and got really drunk. That was my wilder side. Just like the song I was singing tonight. I was half drunk when I wrote it. Drunk Bella was... really crazy. Let's just leave it at that.
Tori and Tara continued fighting, but you could tell they loved each other, even though they kept calling each other "bitch", and "slut", and "pain in the ass". A stylist came and got them after a little while.
"I love twins," Rosalie said. "They're so funny."
I agreed, and then an assistant came into the room to tell us that we could go to the Party Room, which was the backstage room we all hung out in, and talked and ate and watched what was going on out on stage from one of the many huge TV screens.
People were already in there, mingling and eating and drinking and watching the TVs, which were showing the Celebrity Telethon: Live On the Red Carpet special. The lady who had been interviewing me was now talking to some other singer.
Rose and I made our way to one of the couches, and I saw some guys checking us (and our skimpy outfits) out.
"So, Rosalie Lillian," I began, folding my hands in my lap. "How did last night's outing with Emmett Cullen go?"
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect." Rose sighed. "He is my new boyfriend. I consider him my boyfriend. I wonder if he thinks I'm his girlfriend. He is wonderful."
"I'm glad things are working out for you so quickly."
"You know me, Bella. I don't like to take my time with things. Quite unlike you." Rosalie looked at the TVs, then she squealed. "Bella! Edward's on!" She stood up and pointed to the TVs.
Sure enough, there he was, glorious in every possible way.
"...And I definitely am glad that I'm here. I'm really excited to do this, because it will help people in need. We all want an opportunity to help people, but we never find one. This is a great way to do a good deed," Edward was saying.
He looked great. He was wearing dark jeans, and a while shirt that came up to his elbows, and a black vest over that. I bet if I touched him, he would sizzle.
I fanned myself with my hand. "Rosalie, get ready, 'cause this is gonna be one hell of a night."
Edward's POV
Who knew telethons could be this wild? I surely didn't, up until now.
Emmett and Jasper were pretty much ready when I got into the dressing room. I was now wearing faded jeans, and a wife beater under an open green button up short-sleeved shirt. It had some cool design on the back. I had a shark tooth necklace and a beaded black surfer style necklace on, and a brown cowboy hat.
And I was sitting next to a very skimpily dressed Bella Swan.
Was I lucky or was I lucky?
Ooh, I know. I was lucky.
The woman was way too beautiful for her own good. The show had already started, and it was crazy in the Party Room. But I kept on sneaking peeks at her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Pussycat Dolls!" the announcer said.
The live audience screamed, and Bella and Rosalie scrunched their faces up.
"What?" Jasper asked.
"I hate watching the Pussycat Dolls perform," Bella explained.
"Why?" I was curious.
"It makes me feel really weird, because they might as well be stripping. Ugh!" Bella shook her head and hid her face in my arm. I rubbed her back absentmindedly. She was so cute! I liked it when she snuggled up to me, even if it was just for protection from the Pussycat Dolls. It was a start.
Jasper, who was sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch, rather than on it (Jasper was weird sometimes), was nodding to the beat of When I Grow Up, and watching the Pussycat Dolls' performance.
I shook my head. If he liked Alice so much, why was he checking out the girls on stage who were more naked than dressed?
Oh well. That's how guys are. But I didn't want to watch PCD. They were dogs compared to Bella.
"God, do they think they're hot?" Emmett shook his head. "I've always thought they were too slutty for my liking."
This was true. Emmett never liked the Pussycat Dolls.
"Thank you! Thank you. I thought all guys would be going gaga for them." Rosalie scowled. "Stop being a pervert, Jasper."
"I'm not a pervert!" Jasper protested, looking up at Rosalie.
"Then why are you all wide-eyed?" Rosalie challenged.
"That's not right Jasper," Bella looked at him. "Especially if you like Alice. I'm gonna tell on you."
I saw fire in Jasper's eyes right then."Okay, who told them?" Jasper thundered, looking daggers at me and Emmett.
"A little birdie," Rosalie suggested.
Jasper glared.
And then I was saved by an assistant. She ran up to us. "Edward Cullen and his band," she said.
Emmett caught Shaun and Dusty's eyes, and motioned for them to get up. The assistant led us out of the Party Room and around a bunch of hallways.
We got to an room that led to the stage. "Okay, your instruments were left in here, so find them," she ordered. We did as we were told. At least, those of us who had instruments that weren't already set up on stage did.
The Pussycat Dolls were finishing up, and we were going on right after.
"Okay, so what are you going to do? How do you want this set up?" the assistant asked.
"I thought of an awesome thing to do!" Shaun waved his arms over his head.
"What, Shaun?"
"Okay, this is great. Okay, get ready. The camera focuses on the announcer while she announces Edward, while we take our positions on stage. Then, when the music starts, the camera turns to us!" Shaun exclaimed with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Wow. You're a genius," Jasper said jokingly.
"I like that. It's good. Okay, let's do that." I nodded at the assistant. She relayed the message to the camera crew, using her head piece thing.
The Pussycat Dolls finished, and they exited the stage, after blowing kisses to the audience.
"Go, go!" the assistant pushed us out.
"Whoo! Were they great or were they great?" The announcer, who was a famous TV host, said. "Now, if you loved their performance, or any performance of the night, just call the number at the bottom of the screen and tell the operator you want to donate for the Pussycat Dolls, or whichever artist inspired you to donate. Everything counts. Even a small donation can make a difference."
The announcer smiled. "Now, our next performer is someone who lots of people love. He's tall, he's good looking, and looks hot in a cowboy hat. Give it up for Edward Cullen!" She applauded.
I smiled. I was at the microphone stand now, and the guys were in position with their instruments. A stool had been put in front of the mic stand while the Pussycat Dolls had been taking bows. I sat, one leg resting on one of the bars that the connected the legs of the stool, and one on the floor.
I nodded, and the music started.
The crown screamed and cheered. From the first or second row, a group of girls screamed, "We love you, Edward!"
I was playing guitar. I usually played guitar for my songs. I started to sing my song, strumming the strings, tapping my foot to the music, singing my heart out.
I remembered my inspiration for this song. I'd been disgusted with the way the world was, and how convoluted life was. I wasn't old or wise, but I knew that our world wasn't perfect. I wanted to get that message across.
I also remembered the reason I was here. I was raising money for charity. I was helping to make life a bit better for a kid who needed some improvement in their life.
I was pretty passionate about my song.
"Singin' a-men, I'm aliiiiivve, singin' a-amen, I'm alive," I sang.
The audience sang along, too, and cheered.
When we finished, there was thunderous applause. "Thank you," I waved at the crowed. I nodded at the guys, and they waved, too.
"We love you!" the girls screamed again.
I left the stage, and I passed Rosalie in the wings.
"You were great!" she told us.
"Thanks," Emmett said as she hugged him.
"Good luck," I told her.
She waved that off. "As if I need it!" she laughed, and then the assistant next to her told her to get on stage.
Rosalie stuck her chin out. "It's show time," she said, and stalked out.
I ran back to the Party Room, and saw Bella alone on the couch. I went over to her as familiar pop music filled my ears.
"Hey!" she stood when she saw me approaching her. "You were great!" She hugged me, and then she quickly pulled back and blushed. "Sorry," she said.
"Don't be." I slid my hand into hers. She looked up and smile at me.
"C'mon, let's go watch Rose."
We sat on our couch, and I noticed that Jasper and Emmett had gone over to where Shaun and Dusty were sitting.
Emmett looked over to me and gave me a thumbs up. They'd done it purposely to give me and Bella alone time. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the screen closest to our couch.
Rosalie was singing and dancing and having fun on stage. Her backup singers and dancers were dressed in white sailor girl outfits. I had no idea how that fit into the theme of her song, but okay.
"I'm so over it, I've been there and back!" she sang, shaking her shoulders. She was a great performer, and with her crazy outfit combined with her dance moves, she was sure to bring in lots of money.
She snapped her fingers, and shook her hips. She was really confident on stage, that was for sure. And she was one of the few pop singers who could actually sing.
She got into a line with her backup dancers, and they all started kicking their legs in the air.
They finished in a pose, with Rosalie leaning on the floor, with the backup dancers all around her. The audience roared with applause. Bella stood up and clapped, and so did I.
"She was amazing!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, she was good," I agreed. But I was anxiously waiting for the best part of the show. The part when Bella would perform.
Please review! Again, thanks to bellandedward4evr, who inspired yet another character. Actually, two, Tori and Tara. A lot of the lines that those characters said were real things that were said by those two crazy people, bellandedward4evr and her twin.
Anyway, the next chapter will be part two of the Celebrity Telethon.
Also, I do not own Twilight, or any of the artists/songs mentioned in this chapter, or any of the chapters so far.
Review, I'd really love it! Thanks!
