A/N: The end of the story… Thanks for everyone who reviewed, and I hope that this ties up all loose ends! I had a great time writing this story and I love my characters! Without further ado, here is the epilogue!!

Epilogue

We had been human for four years now, and it was a new experience. Carlisle and Esme had moved to Volterra to take over the fallen Volturi's palace. The ruled peaceably, with both humans and vampires. They had a son, Ethan, meaning strong, who was the oldest at four, and a daughter, Eva, meaning life, the youngest at two. They were beautiful, the kind of beauty we would always possess, even near death.

Rosalie and Emmett lived in London, happy to be human. Rose was expecting her first child, and her joy lit of the air every time she made contact with us. Her first child was to be a girl, and she was to be named Lyra, Greek for Lyre. Another name planned was Laetitia, Latin for Joy. The couple was overjoyed, and made a point to call or visit often with updates. An official wedding was planned for after Lyra/Laetitia's birth.

Alice and Jasper had moved to New York. Alice was earning popularity with her amazing works of art, and sent us copies of her painted masterpieces. New York raved over her natural talent, and soon it started spreading to other parts of the States, and after a while she became known worldwide.

Edward and Bella took Jasper and a 16-year-old Nessie to the sunniest place they could find: Hawaii. Edward became a world-famous composer, but didn't plan on giving Bella's Lullaby to the public anytime soon. Bella was expecting a second child, and she glowed with excitement. Nessie spent all her time with her fully human boyfriend, Jacob Black.

And Andrew, Emily, and I?

Life was good for us.

~*~

One Year Earlier

I stepped into the large room and closed the door, shutting off all sounds from the busy New York City streets. Three people sat at a long table, shuffling papers and conversing in low whispers. I recognized Stephen Schwartz, the man who had written the music and lyrics for Wicked, by his kind face and light brown hair. I assumed the man with the shock of white hair that sat to his left was the director. He had a stern face that occasionally cracked into a bright smile that lightened his features considerably. The woman next to Mr. Schwartz had me staring in amazement, more so than when I saw Stephen sitting there. Idina Menzel was chatting animatedly to the director, who would be introduced as Mr. Robert Moore. I shook my head and smoothed my dress pants and straightened my purple shirt, clearing away my nerves.

The walk to the table seemed immeasurably long, but I finally made it there. I handed my sheet to Mr. Schwartz and backed to the center of the room.

"Your name?" Mr. Schwartz asked, examining my sheet.

"Melody. Melody Hunter Cullen." I answered, my voice stronger than I had expected.

"Are you related to Edward and Alice Cullen?" Idina asked, flashing me a friendly smile.

"Yes, I'm their sister-in-law." At their confused glances, I continued. "I'm marrying their brother, Andrew."

"Oh! I do love a wedding! When?" Idina gushed. My hand dropped automatically to my stomach.

"Next summer in July." I answered. Idina followed my gaze and grinned.

"Got a little one on the way?" Before I could answer, Stephen cleared his throat.

"Tell us about yourself, please."

"I was in a car crash when I was sixteen, four years ago," Technically, since we had only started aging four years ago. "Only my sister and I survived. I was present at the Sewanee massacre, and I love Queen! I've seen Wicked several times, and I am a huge fan of Broadway." I smiled, inwardly hoping that I seemed confident.

"And you're trying out for the role of Elphaba, right?" The director checked.

"Yes." He held out a script and I took it, scanning over the lines quickly.

"Idina will read Glinda." He uncapped a pen and looked at me expectantly.

~*~

After I had read, I sang "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from Phantom of the Opera. I was proud of myself, the lines felt natural and the song flowed from my lips. Idina was visibly amazed and Mr. Moore looked proud. Stephen didn't stop smiling.

"Very, very good. We'll post a cast list in a few months." My smile didn't falter. It seemed they were swamped with auditions. I could wait. "Have a great day."

"Bye!" I waved and stepped out of the room, Idina's number on a slip in my pocket.

~*~

Present Day

I carried my little girl on my hip, singing lullabies to her and drinking from an ice-cold Snapple. Andrew was at the hospital, and Emily was at school. I was home alone with our cat, Lupin, and our daughter, Christine, named after my mother.
Christine giggled and pulled on a lock of my hair. I grinned and maneuvered out of the door, being careful not to bang her head. We lived in the suburbs of NYC, but I still planned on moving to Colorado to ski and hike if I didn't make the musical. I sipped some Snapple as I made my way over to the mailbox. Cars rushed by on the busy streets and laughter filled the air.

Most of the mail was addressed to Andrew, and two letters were for me. I opened one absently, not noticing who had sent it, and read it again. And again. The Snapple bottle, empty, slipped from numb fingers, and only luck kept Christine on my hip.

I had made Wicked. I was going to be performing in the award winning show. I grinned, ecstatic, and danced around the lawn, twirling Chrissy through the air. My dreams were being fulfilled. As the song went, I really couldn't be happier.

A/N: What did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Please review and let me know! Thanks for sticking with me through this! I won't be writing any other stories on here soon, since I really want to focus on an independent story. Happy Singles Awareness Day! (As of next week on Friday.) Otherwise known as Valentine's Day!

~Elphie