A/N: Two chapter almost-weekend! Whoop!

Madi edited, being the wonderful Beta she is. =)

Thanks to everyone who answered my questions in the A.N at the end of last chapter. Your input was greatly appreciated. As of now, the sequel will be rated M. Let me know if that's a problem! Thanks everyone. :)

Discl- no, you know what? Not even going to say it. You should know by now. =P

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Chapter 20
EmPOV

I had to get Bella on stage. It was a must. She was already drunk, so it wouldn't be too hard. That would make my night. Last time we did this, she made me go up there. Now we'd be even.

"So, can I have a few volunteers for the audience?" the guy called out.

A ton of hands went up, and people were screaming "me, me!"

"Hold up, hold up folks!" he said. "Do you know what you're volunteering for?"

"Singing!" a few braver (or more drunk) people shouted.

"No, I need some judges! What's American Idol without Paula, Randy, and Simon?"

More hands went up. Apparently people would rather judge than sing.

I looked up at Rosalie, still on my shoulders. Her legs were twisted around me, securind her up there. "Rose! Raise your hand!" I told her.

"Not a chance in hell! I'm not sitting up there!" she said.

"Fine then, be like that," I pouted, knowing that wouldn't work anyways.

"I'll take you, in the red t-shirt, you with the spikey hair jumping up and down, and..." he looked around the audience. "You! The really tall girl!" he yelled looking at Rosalie.

"You have got to be kidding me," I heard her say.

I didn't let her down, just walked to over to the temporary stage set up.

I set her down, and she spun around. "I hate you," she said, glaring at me.

I put my hands up, acting innocent. "Wasn't my fault!"

"Yeah, I think it was," she said, coming closer.

"Oh, do you now?" I asked playfully.

I backed up a couple steps. She had to hop off the stage to get to me. She went to jump, and I ran back up. She jumped onto me, exactly as I planned. I pressed my lips to hers. "Which judge will you be, babe?" I asked her.

She smacked me.

"I don't want to dooo this!" she whined.

Alice ran up to the stage. "We're judges. Whoop!"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I should have known."

Red t-shirt guy came over to the stage. "Rumor has it we get free drinks for the rest of the night because of this," he said.

I nudged Rose with my elbow. "See?" I said. "You get a reward, too!"

Jasper sat on the stage, and I hadn't even noticed he was over here.

"This should be interesting," he said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"She's drunk, and still going," he grinned gesturing toward Alice, who had ordered another drink.

The waiter handed her a shot glass, and she downed it and walked back over here. She stumbled a bit, not her graceful self while intoxicated.

People were adding their names to the clip board with the sign-up sheet.

I lifted Rose back onto the stage then said, "I'll be right back."

She nodded, and I walked to the sign-up sheet.

"Excuse me, pardon me," I said, not waiting in the line.

The person writing finished and passed the pen back. I took it, and wrote Isabella Swan on the list.

Smirking, I walked back to Rosalie on stage.

"What?" she asked, seeing the pleased look on my face.

"You'll see," I told her.

"Oh jeez. What did you do?" she persisted.

"Not telling," I said. "You'll seeeee."

"Ugh, jerk," she said.

I hopped up on stage, and pulled her into my arms. I kissed along the nape of her neck. "Would you like to repeat that?"

"I called you a jerk," she said.

"Oh, did you now?" I asked, working my way to her mouth.

"Looks like things are getting hot on stage!" the announcer guy said. "Shall we take this as our cue to start?" he said into the mic.

"Yeah!" people cheered.

"Alright, if our judges would just take a seat," he said, gesturing to the table next to him. It had three seats with mics in front of each.

I gave Rosalie a quick kiss then hopped off the stage. Jasper hoisted Alice up, and she went to sit with Rose. Red t-shirt guy sat down next to her.

"Okay, let's introduce you to our judges!" he said.

"Heyyy, everyone! I'm Alice!" Alice said, slightly slurred, but still able to be understood.

"And I'm Rosalie!" Rose said, using enthusiasm I didn't think she really meant.

"I'm Ben!" red t-shirt guy said.

"Great! So, Alice, Rosalie, and Ben! Why don't you three read a name from the list!" he said, passing them the sign up sheet. "But before we begin, slight change in rules. Sing however you like. Good, bad, normal, insane, creepy! The judges decide who goes to Hollywood, Hollywood goers get a drink on us!"

Everyone cheered.

"Let it begin!"

BPOV

"Greg Franout?" Ben read off.

"Greg, come on up!" announcer-guy called.

Someone- Greg, most likely- pushed his way though the crowd. He ran up the stairs to the stage, and waved. A group of people, most likely his friends, clapped.

"Hey Greg, whatcha singin'?" the guy asked, handing him a mic.

"Sexyback by Justin Timberlake," he said confidently.

Holy crow. Edward. Shower. Singing. My head was spinning, thinking about the memories this song came with.

"Okay, go right ahead!"

Greg cleared his throat and started singing his worst.

"I, me, I'm bringing sexy baaaack. Those other boys (not men!) don't know, no they don't know how to act!"

Holy shit. "Edward!" I screamed over the laughing crowd.

He looked at me smirking. "You are so much better at this song," I grinned, knowing he'd remember the time in the shower.

"You weren't so bad yourself," he replied. I felt myself blush deep red. God, that smile. I wanted to take him, right here, listening to the worst version of this song I've ever heard.

"Enough, enough!" Rosalie said into the mic. "We get it! You're bringing sexy back."

Greg smiled sheepishly.

"That wasn't that bad, really," Alice said. "Nice shoes."

"YES IT WAS PAULA!" I shouted. Edward chuckled.

"Let's just say you're making it to Hollywood," Ben told him.

Greg laughed and stepped off the stage. "Whooo! Goin' to Hollywood baby!"

"Next up we have-" Alice looked down at the sheet, trying to read through her drunk eyes. "Nathan Gorney."

Someone close to the stage hopped up, not using the stairs.

"Step right up! Pick a song, any song!" the guy said, immitating a carnival worker.

"I'll sing I'm Yours by Jason Mraz," he stated simply.

"Alright, get to it!" guy said, stepping aside.

"Well open up your mind, and see like me. Open up your plans, and DAYUMMM you're free. Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love," he sung off key.

He finished the chorus before Ben stopped him.

"I was diggin' it dawg," Ben said, immitating Randy.

"Hey, wait, why do I have to be Simon?" Rosalie asked.

"Because, silly, the others are taken, duh!" Alice said.

"Whatever," she said.

Nathan cleared his throat.

"Sorry, man, you don't make it," Rosalie said.

Alice jumped up. "Noooo! He has to!"

"Alice, he just didn't cut it," Rosalie explained.

She pouted. "Fine then."

"Come back and be bad next year Nate!" Ben called.

"Next we have..." Rosalie looked at the paper, and smirked. "Isabella Swan."

Oh. My. God. I didn't sign up for this! I ducked down and moved behind Edward. Maybe they wouldn't make me go up there.

"Isabella, where are you?" announcer-guy called.

Rosalie and Alice were looking at me. Emmett held up his hand and pointed to me.

"She's right here!" he shouted.

"Fucking retard!" I hissed at him. I was going to kill him later.

He chuckled.

"Come on, Bella," Alice called. "We want to see what you got!"

I downed the rest of my rum and coke, and slowly made my way to the stage.

"Hello, Bella," announcer guy said. "What do you have in store for us?"

"Um," I stuttered looking around the bar. My face was red, but the alcohol to boosted my confidence. I focused my eyes on Edward, and said the first song that came to my head. "Mannequin."

"Hit it!" he said, stepping aside once again, giving me the stage.

"How do I get closer to you, when you keep it all on mute? How will I know the right way to love you?

"Usually the queens are figurin' out breaking down the man us no work out, but I have no clue how to get through to you.. oh.

"I wanna hit you just to see if you cry. Keep knockin' on wood, hopin' there's a real boy inside...

"'Cause you're not a man. You're just a mannequin! I wish you could feel that my love is real, but you're not a man." By the chorus, I had started moving around the stage dancing. The alcohol had completely taken over, and I was okay with that.

I let the last note trail off, not finishing the song.

"HOLY SHIT! Bella, I didn't know you could sing like that!" Rosalie yelled.

"I did!" Alice exclaimed.

"That was the best yet!" Ben said.

I was blushing so hard no doubt I was practically purple. Note to self, don't mix alcohol and a mic. God, this is so embarrassing. I don't want everyone clapping for me!

Edward had made his way to the front of the stage, and took my hand as I hopped down.

"Well, Bella, looks like you're getting a complimentary drink," he told me.

Edward and I sat at the bar, waiting for the waitress to bring us another drink while we listened to the other people sing and Rosalie, Alice, and Ben judge them. Someone sang I Hate This Part, and so far that was my favorite. They were really good.

She handed them to us. Edward held up his glass. "Cheers," he said.

"Cheers," I mumbled, still embarrassed about singing on stage. Luckily Edward hadn't mentioned it.

JPOV

"Well everyone, that wraps up tonight's festivities. Let's hear it for our judges!"

I clapped, along with everyone else.

"Thank you! I love you all!" a very drunk Alice yelled. The bartenders had been nice enough (depending on how you look at it) to bring the judges drinks as they listened to the singers. Let's just say more and more people made it to Hollywood by the end of the night.

I checked the time on my cell phone. It was 1:53 a.m. Seven minutes until closing. I should probably collect everyone to go home.

I went up on stage to help Alice, not entirely sure she would be able to walk.

"Carry me?" she asked once I got to her.

"Sure," I chuckled.

She hopped on my back, and I held onto her legs to keep her from falling.

"Ready to leave, Alice?" I asked her.

"Mmm," she mumbled, pressing her face into my shoulder.

"Alice I'm setting you down," I said.

"No!" she exclaimed.

"Just for a second, hold on," I said. I slip her down gently, and turned around to scoop her into my arms, bridal style.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I just nodded.

Bella and Edward were still at the bar area.

I sat down in the open stool next to them with Alice on my lap while we waited for Emmett and Rosalie.

Once they came over, I told them we were leaving. They grumbled a bit, but agreed we needed to leave.

Emmett had his arm around Rosalie's waist, Edward was giving Bella a piggy-back ride, and I was still carrying Alice. I sat her down in the passenger seat, then sitting in the driver's seat.

"Keys please, Edward," I said.

He handed me the keys from his pocket, and I started the car putting the heat on high.

Alice and Bella were fast asleep by the time we got home. I parked against the curb, and carried Alice in.

Emmett opened the door to let us in, and I took Alice to our room. She woke up when I set her in the bed.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Our room," I replied. It was odd to say our room, but I liked the feel of it.

Alice put on one of my shirts, no pants, brushed her teeth really fast then hopped in the bed.

I changed out of my clothes and into a pair of sleep pants, no shirt. Watching Alice sleep, I knew I was ready for whatever was to come in the next few weeks.

I laid in my usual spot beside her, and fell asleep with her in my arms.

A/N: *GASP* The next chapter may be the last! So review like you've never reviewed before! LOL.

Oh, one more question. Do you guys want to see them moving in? I think that'd be boring, personally, but if you want me to write it in- I will.

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