Paparazzi
You be delayin'
You won't be saying some shizz…
You say I'm playin'
I'm never laying the dizz…
Saying Blah Blah Blah
Cause I don't care who you are in this bar
it only matters who I is
~Blah Blah Blah-Ke$ha ft. 3Oh!3You be delayin'
You won't be sayin' some shizz
You say i'm playin
I'm never layin' the bitch (dick?)
Sayin' "blah, blah blah"
Cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I is
Edward's POV:
Alice asked me to keep an eye out for Bella. I couldn't have avoided her even if I tried. The girl was still a hot topic amongst celebrities. Celebrities had a knack for following artists that were big hits yet but they could tell were going to be big.
The celebrities thought her style was ridiculous but loved her music. Bella was different.
I avoided T.V. as my stardom grew and the only way I saw Bella was through Alice.
Alice adored Bella. She said that she was beautiful and her best friend. Alice always sent me letters because she reproached phones and e-mail. She said that it made people take communication for granted.
Alice sent me photos of Bella and I could see how Bella was different. (A/N the photos are also on my profile. Again, they're clips of Lady Gaga)
Bella was a freak in her clothes. I thought she was a freak. I refused to like her despite the love of her fans. Bella had an ambivalent relationship with people.
They either loved her or hated her. Sadly it seemed to be that a lot of people loved her.
I was headed over to San Francisco for a concert before I headed over to an awards show in New York. Bella wasn't big enough to be nominated yet and I found myself cherishing that.
It was mean really. I couldn't help it though. She took my friend. I felt a bit disturbed that Bella turned out to be super hot.
I headed to the back of the stadium where I would throw my concert. I wasn't happy with the clear less night. I wanted some clouds to add a bit of mystery and beauty to the event.
I sighed trying to accept what Mother Nature gave me to work with. Not that Mother Nature ever seemed to be on my side. When I wanted rain she gave me snow. When I wanted sun, she gave me a drought. When I wanted breeze, she gave me high wind warnings.
Things always seemed to work against me. I had lots of blessing to keep those out of the way.
For example, I'm super hot. I've got the looks to make some girls literally pass out. I've got a model mother and a Nobel-Peace winning surgeon father. My brother is a star quarter-back and he married the best lawyer in the world.
Lately everything was ice cream and lollipops. I gave my concert and moved on to head back to my hotel. It was 3 in the morning and I had to be at the airport at 5. I needed to get on my private jet and get to New York as soon as possible.
I knocked out on my couch before even making it to the bed. Being famous was tiring.
The next morning I actually turned on the radio. I did and guess who I heard? That's right; I heard Bella. I sneered her name in my mind.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out, right.
Control your poison babe
Roses have thorns they say.
And we're all getting' hosed tonight.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
The obnoxious voice of the radio talker came on, "And that was Bella and her hit Just Dance. Let me tell you people, that this girl is going to make it big. I happen to be a fan and she is going to knock us all out with her new style."
I shut down the radio angrily. Who did she think she was?
This was infuriating. Indignating! Degrading! Horrible! I couldn't see straight as we got on the jet and headed to New York.
I smiled at the paparazzi and noted the beautiful talk hosts who asked me questions. Why, hello, nice to see you.
I made everything a thick in love with my fans and God show. I wasn't big on God or fans. My fans might be the reason for my fame but I rather human love than their freak-a-zoid love.
I learned the hard way that people could be obsessed, cough Bella cough.
I finally slipped backstage to get ready for the award I would be presenting. I was nominated for loads of them, of course. That's when I saw her.
"ALICE!" I yelled and ran over to her. I picked her up and hugged tightly.
"Edward, oh my god, I haven't seen you in forever!" She squealed. I smiled at her so happy to see reality.
"What are you doing here?" I asked in peace with everything for the first time in a while.
"Bella is going to sing." She smiled up at me. I choked.
"What?" I hissed. Alice took a step back.
"Bella is going to be the opening act. The celebrities agreed it was time that she got a chance to make it big. Everyone loves her." She smiled brightly. I felt my eyes narrow to slits.
"Edward, what is your problem?"
"You are messing with the enemy!" I yelled.
She took a step back. "Edward, you're officially paranoid. You are so different from who you were back then. "She hissed.
"Bella met Rosalie. She got them to remove the restraining order considering that two hit artists can't keep distance forever. Edward you should get to meet her. She was in love with you work."
I scoffed. "More like, she was in love with me."
Alice frowned. "Bella didn't know what you looked like till I met her. She thought you were like 30 back when she was in high school.
Everything did get to your head."
I paused shocked. She shook her head and walked off. "I need to prepare Bella to beat you in music charts."
I stood there wanting to get a good make-up comment for our fight. "Alice I-"
"Save it, you've changed too much."
I could hear the main hosts starting to talk. They welcomed everyone. I headed over to the where the audience sat wanting to get a good view of Bella's performance.
I wanted to see what everyone went on about. Everyone was literally talking about her a lot.
She had on silver, plastic like bra and a pair of tight shorts that reached over her belly button but showed a bit of skin before reaching the bra. She had on thick black heeled sandals. She wore black gloves that tied around her wrists with a black bow.
Blow my speakers up!
The crowd stood up and all of them sang.
Let's talk about Jesus Christ
let's talk about what you like
what makes you tick
I watched the crowd start swaying. Right now, Bella was making me tick.
Oh, no let's build frenzy
I watched the crowd sing with her. I studied her body feeling a bit turned on despite the circumstances. This girl had after all been my former fan.
Let me show you what I like
I want you to do it right
I liked the song.
Get your guns, hunting down demons tonight
I snapped out of my spell. There would be no mutualism between me and the enemy.
A/N
Whoops I made a mistake I didn't credit the song on the last chapter. It was "Money Honey" by Lady Gaga. I have a photo of Bella performing clothes on my profile. The song she performed as "Frenzy" by Ke$ha. Thank you so much to my first reviewer: ! Real flattery!
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