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Wow, I can't believe how long it took me to update this story. I am truly sorry, but with caring for my mum and a full time job, I have been finding it very hard to update. I promise I will finish my stories, love gem.

Massive thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.

Esme's POV:

Could my life get any better? I have the perfect son and a job, which I love. Working on the show The Time of Your Life has opened so many doors for me that I truly could not picture myself doing anything else.

Until today, when I found out the show producers were replacing me with a younger model. I couldn't believe it. I asked myself the same question a million times over. How could they replace me, the fabulous Esme Cullen?

Rosalie and I had just arrived at the studio. My son Edward would usually page me back this time of day, so I was on Rosalie to tell me if he'd called.

"Have you heard from Edward yet?" I asked as we headed for my dressing room.

"Not yet, but I paged him," Rosalie replied, checking my pager again.

"Oh could you page him again?" I asked. I couldn't wait to hear from Edward.

"Morning Stan," I greeted cheerfully as I walked passed him, receiving a friendly nod in reply because he was on his phone.

"You're in a good mood," Rosalie muttered.

I quickly offered an explanation. "The last time the network executives came to my dressing room I got my own show and a big fat raise."

"Yeah and I had to start kissing your…" Rosalie began only to have some preppy young girl, who had a bright smile all over her face, rudely cut her off.

"Esme Cullen? It is such an honour to meet you," the young girl chattered happily, staring at me with that grin still plastered on her face.

"Why thank you darling," I replied reaching for the knob of my dressing room door.

"Would you mind just signing an autograph," she asked nervously extending her notepad and pen toward me. Her next words however, nearly caused me to swear at the top of my lungs, "for my grandmother?"

I wasn't that old was I?

I plastered a fake smile on my face. "I'd love to," I replied calmly. "Do you know what else I'd love? I'd love you to get me a latte. Do you mind?"

"Sure," she replied uncertainly as I handed her notepad back to her.

"Thanks hon," I said trying to stay calm. She wouldn't wipe that smile off her face and all I wanted to do was wipe it off for her.

Luckily, I was in a great mood so I decided to brush it off and just meet the network executives. That would surely put a true smile back on my face.

Rosalie opened the door to my dressing room and I greeted the guys with my most charming smile, the one that made guys weak at the knees.

"Hi guys, how are you?" I questioned as the door quietly closed behind me.

Rosalie's POV:

Working with Esme could be hard sometimes, but she needed me to keep her in line, since I wasn't afraid to straighten her out. Esme had become a true friend over the three years that I had been working for her, but sometimes she was hard to control.

Like the time I tried to get her to cut down on calls to Edward. Her response was to ask me if I liked my job and to warn me that if I did I was never to imply something like that again.

Of course, I'd kept my mouth shut. I was tempted to tell her were to stick her job, but I realized that Edward's life would be miserable if I left so I decided to stick it out for him.

Today Esme had a meeting with the network executives, which had put her in a cheerful mood to say the least. As I heard the door of the dressing room click closed, I noticed the red haired girl still standing there.

Before I could voice my opinion, she started to speak again, "That woman is a legend!"

"Shouldn't you be getting that latte or something?" I asked. This girl was really getting on my nerves.

Instead of answering me, she continued rabbiting on in her annoying voice, "I just can't believe that they picked me to replace her." Suddenly, she had my full attention.

Oh no, this is not going to be pretty, I thought.

I turned and started trying to burn a hole into the red head's small brain just a few moments later while she squealed and danced off happily.

"Oh **," was all I could say as I turned back toward the door. If only I could have warned Esme what was about to happen.

Esme's POV:

"I've been replaced?" I yelled disbelievingly as the network executives looked on.

"I'm so sorry Esme," the producer tried to say, but I didn't want to hear it.

"Psst! I'm fine," I said putting up my hand to signal them to stop talking.

"You had an amazing career Esme, but we're trying to appeal to a younger demographic," the director added. Clearly, he didn't get the message, which only made me angrier.

"I'm fine...I'm fine," I repeated, my voice getting lower each time. Before I knew it, I was walking out of my dressing room and storming toward the makeup room.

When I finally shut the makeup room door, I couldn't control my rage any more so I lashed out at the furniture as Rosalie tried to calm me with little success. I smashed vases against the wall and left a number of makeup products in pieces.

I started to yell at Rosalie even though I wasn't angry with her. "Get my manager on the phone!" was all I got a chance to shout before there was a soft knock on the door.

Even through Rosalie answered the door I continued to shout, "And then I'm going to call the head of the studio!"

I could hear the director's assistant pleading with Rosalie to try to calm me down because we were going to be live in two minutes. I took deep breaths trying to compose myself.

Rosalie was about to shut the door after promising that I would be ready, so I took one last calming breath, stopped the door and stepped out into the hall. Everybody in the surrounding area moved back, no doubt out of fear of what I might do.

"I'm ready," I stated confidently, brushing down my suit. Seconds later, I was walking toward the stage, where I would give my last performance.

The music was blaring out as a young girl danced around in next to nothing.

"Are you okay?" Rosalie asked as I waited for my cue to step on stage.

"I'm great," I replied wiping away a tear. "I've had a great run. I've done exclusives with Henry Kissinger, the Dalai Lama, Muhammad Ali, and four sitting presidents—three of whom hit on me. I've won five Emmys!" I continued trying to keep calm and control my voice, laughing as I kept babbling about being replaced. "Now I'm being replaced by a young thing whose grandmother loves me. Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to finish out my contract and leave this show with my dignity intact."

Before I knew it, I was on the stage about to do an interview similar to ones I had done a million times before. I waited for the opening credits to finish before I started to speak to the young Carmen Denali.

"Well that was very nice. My goodness, you have a big voice for such a tiny girl," I offered to the young blonde who had just finished singing her hit song Stronger.

"Have you always been a singer?" I asked.

"Ever since I was a child, I would sing in school plays and choirs," she replied happily.

"How old are you? I questioned curiously.

"I'll be 17 next month," she replied. I froze in shock. This young girl was going to influence a generation of children and she was dancing around in an outfit that looked more like underwear than clothes.

"Wha…what do you do for fun?" I stammered, dreading the answer.

"I love watching old movies, they're my favourites," she stated.

"Oh really, which ones?" I asked thinking that maybe this interview wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"Well Grease and Grease 2, um Benji, I love Benji, Free Willy, Legally Blonde and The Little Mermaid," Carmen answered. When am I going to be done with this girl? I thought.

"Have you ever read a newspaper?" I questioned, wearing a fake smile in an attempt to keep up appearances.

"I don't have much time for that," she admitted nervously.

"So basically you have no idea what's going on in the world," I stated leaving no room for debate. She tried to reply, but I pressed on ignoring her, "and yet you've sold over five million albums - CDs to millions of kids, who listen to your insipid lyrics," I fumed. I tried to calm my emotions, but it wasn't working. "You want to know me, look in my makeup bag," I continued, reciting lyrics from her new song. "You're influencing an entire generation of kids who won't know how to think straight or vote for a president or remember the significance of Roe versus Wade."

"Oh I don't support boxing as a sport, I think it's too violent," she was stupid enough to answer. I stared at her is dismay.

The alarm bells were ringing in my head and I could picture Rosalie saying something like 'You better get that little girl out of there'. Before all my bottled up rage came flooding out. I pounced on the poor girl, knocking her chair down in the process. I was just so mad after everything that had happened to me today, Carmen Denali was the last straw!

"You crazy cow get off me," Carmen shouted.

I hit her once or twice, before three security guards pulled me off her and dragged me toward my dressing room while I continued to scream at the young girl, who was now the centre of my hatred.

Okay that's it for another chapter, I hoped you liked it and I will try to update soon.

If you read my stories, please keep an eye out I will be updating all of them this week.

Tinian I'att is my amazing beta for this story. She actually sent me this chapter back twice as I was too ill to pick it up, sigh. She is totally remarkable and I couldn't carry on these stories without her.