A.N.:I'm back from Cali! Sorry for the wait! But I'm back… Now to chapter 3! Let's meet Edward, Shall We?

Disclaimer: Like you don't know. Well in case you don't : I'm not Stephenie Meyer in any way, shape, or form, so therefore none of the characters are mine. Shocker, don't ya think? ; D

Chapter 3: Rockstar

EPOV

Another day, another city/state/country, and another round of marriage proposals. This 'rockstar' thing is getting old. And I mean, I don't even consider us rockstars, per say. We don't do that heavy metal screaming stuff. We're diverse, we're musicians, just living that rockstar life, kinda. And anyway, I missed how we were before. Before we were given a cheesy name, before we had to wear makeup, before when we didn't have people watching us every second. I know I'm sounding ungrateful, I am grateful though, really, its just that I'm only human. I can't take it sometimes, and sometimes I don't even know if its even worth it. I guess every good comes some bad, eh?

I'm just glad we're leaving Alaska. The fans were great here and all, its just Alaska itself…its too cold! I mean 20 degrees above 0 is too much for me, let alone below 0. The people there must have been made out of stone or something because they were as rowdy and hype as any other place we performed, while I could barely sing out a verse without my teeth chattering every line. I just hope you can't tell if these shows get on our DVD.

But, I do hope Emmett breaking a drumstick gets on there! That was hilarious. He was fumbling for about a quarter of the song trying to reach in his back left pocket for the spare one. The cold must make you lose some hand coordination because it was in the spot it always is. Then, when he finally got a hold of it he started playing the beat twice as fast. I wanted to burst out laughing right on stage, I knew Jasper was. Our manager on the other hand, was pissed.

As soon as the show ended and we went to our dressing room to change, Mike, our manager, aka Major Asshole, came waltzing in, and starting a frenzy, out of something that wasn't that big of a deal.

"Well what the hell was that?" he screamed as if we weren't just 2 freaking feet from his ass.

"Chill, your anger is radiating off you, you need to calm down, it was no big deal, you know that, we used to always make little mistakes like that back then. The crowd didn't seem to mind either, so just chill," Jasper replied back nonchalantly. He always is the calm one in these situations, it helps bring down the anger level in the room down a notch.

"Chill? Are you serious? Your bonehead of a brother over there," Mike said as he pointed to the bathroom where Em was now taking a shower, "nearly ruined the whole show! You think you'll be greeted with sold out concerts next time you guys perform out there? Don't count on it! Now that thousands upon thousands of people think you guys are amateurs that can't perform live!"

I had to cut in then, it was freezing out there! I mean it wasn't him that had to keep a beat while you can't even sit still for a second.

"Whoa now!," I started "Hold on! You can't just blame him-"

"Oh no! not only him" he said as he cut me off " You too!" He stated while pointing a disgusting faded spray tanned finger at me, "You screwed up too! Almost every god damn song! Now I don't care if its below freezing out there! I don't care if you have to imagine frolicking in a meadow with some chick you picked up at a show while the warm sun beats down on your ass! I don't care if you have to imagine to be on the sun itself! But your gonna act like its 80 degrees at a below 0 area, and act like its 70 degrees at a 90 degree and over area! You got that? No more teeth clattering!"

Son of a… I was going to go at him right then and there, my teeth and fists were clenched to a point where it started to hurt . I was going to tell him off like there was no tomorrow. So many profanities were going to be spewed out at him that Jerry Springer uncensored was going to look like the holy channel. Right then, jobs and friendships were going to be hurt. But luckily, for Mike at lease, Emmett had gotten out of the shower and caught the gist of the conversation, and spoke before I could release the hold my teeth had on each other.

"Mike! Shut up! I'd rather sit out butt naked in the snow then listen to you yell about our show! Its our show! We have no problem with what happened tonight, so neither should you! We go to Seattle next anyway, so what's done here is done. So just go back to your room and we'll meet you out in the bus. Got it?" Emmett shouted, talking to Mike as if he were 5, which standing next to Emmett, does kind of look around that age.

"You guys better not screw up again." Mike replied as he tried to stand his ground, which was hard looking up at a dude that was a foot and a couple inches taller than you with bulky muscles. "Hurry." Then he was out of our door, probably walking down the hall muttering incoherent profanities to himself.

"Dude is a major punk," Emmett started as soon as he was sure Mike was out of earshot. "remind me again why we can't just fire him?"

"We can." I replied.

"Then let's!" Emmett said with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Oh come on you guys!" Jasper said as he cut in. "you guys know exactly why we can't."

The thing that sucked, is that we did know. We knew everything about him, and he needed us. Well, this job at least. The four of us used to live in the same neighborhood. Until Mike had to move. He always hung out with us before. We would perform a few gigs at the local spot, and Mike would help us pass out fliers at school, which helped considering he was three grades ahead of me, two ahead of my brothers. He was one of the people that actually believed in what we were doing. When he was 17 his parents got a divorce because his dad said Mrs. Newton, his mom, wasn't home enough, she was a stewardess, and Mr. Newton didn't trust that nothing happened on those foreign flights. So Mike moved with his dad to Phoenix, but he came back a year later, when he was legal, and got an apartment back in Chicago that was no more than 15 minutes from our house. He was struggling, and refused to move back with his dad, who now is in rehab from abusing drugs, or go see where his mom is, which my mother says she's in Italy, remarried, I believe. He used to eat dinner over at our house, work at some places we performed at night, and worked at a sporting goods place during the day. Mike also refused to go to college, saying how it was a waste, and how he was doing just fine. But we knew if he wasn't eating dinner at our house, he would be having PB&J all day everyday.

About a year after Mike came back, my brothers and I moved in with Mike in his apartment, making it a little easier for him to pay rent. During that time is when Emmett started dating Rosalie, a Sports Illustrated model. She was another person who believed in what we did, and she was able to help us find and agent, and we just blew up from there. We were told we needed to find a trusting manager, or they could find one for us. We picked Mike right away, because we thought we could trust him, and we do, we just didn't know he would let this job go to his head. So now, Mike is our manager, but since he was our friend first we don't have the balls to lay him off. And if we did, we know we would have guilty consciences, and that can't be good while performing. So now we just deal. We just make it a habit to let whatever he says go in one ear and out the other. Although, the temptation to swat at the buzzing fly in your ear grows more over time.

"Come one Edward, we need to be in Seattle by noon!" Jasper called from the hallway.

"Yeah I'm coming" I said as I lifted myself off the couch and headed towards the door.

"Hey Eddie! Ready for more screaming girls?" Emmett asked, taking in any opportunity to annoy me.

"Shut up, my head is still throbbing from the cold, plus the screaming." You see, even back when we were a local band, the girls were throwing themselves at us, its just another thing that got old after a while, and a little irritating. Can't a girl have some respect for herself?

"Haha! Those chicks dig you! OH! I bet you the master bed that you can't make it out of the net concert without a girl stealing a kiss from you!"

"Gross. I wouldn't let any of those girls go anywhere near my lips, you can't sing with mono"

"Oh, it doesn't have to be lips, it can be anywhere, so do we have a deal?" He wagered.

I did want that master bed, it was the biggest, and most comfortable in the bus. I lost it in our last bet. It is not fun to gulped down a tablespoon of cinnamon, let me just tell you that. I also wanted to see Emmett try and get comfortable in my bed, it was the smallest, and Emmett was the biggest, haha, the laughs that are going to come out of that!

'So one concert, without getting female lips on me, and I get the big bed? Okay… deal, You're going down, but, what do you get out of this?"

"Bragging rights and making fun of you until the next bet, oh and the face you're gonna make when a girl gets their lips on you! HAHA! That's an award on its own!" Emmett chuckled. "Oh, and just to warn you bro, Seattle girls, are no one to mess with, they're feisty ones! Rose told me, so that means you have to look out too Jazz!"

"Hey I'm not in this," Jasper said, "Those girls are gonna get what they want, and with Edward in the picture, I'll have nothing to worry about. They want you dude, good luck."

So when we arrived in Seattle the next day I was on guard. We were told to go to the backstage living room at 6 to meet the people with backstage passes. We were also told that one of them was there courtesy of the Make-A-Wish foundation. That made me pretty nervous for some reason. What if I act in a way that offends them? Hopefully Emmett will be respectful.

As soon as the first group of rowdy girls came in I forgot about that and was thinking of a way to keep these girls at bay. There were about 6 groups, then we were told the last group was the one with the cancer patient, Isabella Swan, and her friend Alice. All my worries came back. I could tell which one was her, her pale skin, and slender body gave her away. She had chocolate hair that was spiked in any which way, and deep brown eyes. I couldn't look away. She brightened when she saw how happy her friend Alice, right? Yeah, Alice, was when she attacked Jasper with a hug that I was surprised her pixie- like self could handle. Isabella just kept staring at her friend, absolutely happy. Introductions were being spread around with Alice, but Isabella was just off to the side smiling at her friend. I was about to approach her when Alice gave me a hug and then suddenly I remembered the bet, but only for a second. It all seemed insignificant right now, because the last thing I worried about was having to fend these girls off. It was probably because all my attention was on Isabella. And because of that I saw her. I saw her gaze roam to our direction when it was my turn to receive a hug from Alice and then, our eyes locked. That's when I realized something I didn't expect at all, I never expected be the one wanting to do the kissing.

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Author's note(the sequelhaha jk): Yay! Chapter 3! Sorry it had to go pretty slow in the beginning, I had to introduce you to Edward, then explain some background. Anyway!! We're getting into the story! Yay! We'll be back to Bella next chapter! And maybe some epov later on in the chapter… we'll see. So tell me what you think!! Sorry again for the wait!! (Breaking dawn is almost out !! I'm so excited except I have to wait for the 4th cause I ordered online ;p)

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