A/N: So, to answer the first question, I'm not dead, I'm not dying. I've just been incredibly busy. Even my summer vacation away from my students couldn't save me from busy days/nights. I find that the only time I have to write anymore is between 6 and 7 AM before I leave for work. I've written down many ideas for stories and this is one that keeps replaying in my head, so it's the one that I'm working on now.

I've scrapped Against All Odds for now. I'm reworking the plot and coming up with a better way to work with the characters. High School Heartache will still remain left where it is, but I assure you, I'm coming up with a way to resolve the Edward/Bella storyline. Stay posted.

Now, this is an all human story. Edward is a singer/songwriter that makes the girls swoon. However, he's a partier, a drinker, and a womanizer. His manager is his childhood friend Jasper Whitlock. Jasper comes up with a contest where one lucky fan will get to star in Edward's next music video. Emmett the bodyguard will keep things light and entertaining.

Bella is with Jake and she's incredibly happy… or is she?? What will happen when these two are thrown into the same world? Can Edward catch her eye? Will Bella change Edward? How will the other characters we know and love play into this story, well… read on to find out.

EPOV

"This is the stupidest idea you've ever come up with. Why would you even consider it!?!" I shouted.

"Because, Eddie, you have an image problem. You need to fix it. This contest can do just that." My best friend and public relations manager, Jasper, said calmly.

"So, your grand scheme is to have me shoot a music video with a contest winner? Then what? Pretend to date her? Pretend to fall in love so I can be an even bigger ass when I break it off with her and she's left heartbroken and crying. Um, thanks but no freaking thanks!"

I crossed the office and ran my hands through my perfectly-gelled hair. The hair that girls wanted to buy on Ebay… The hair that got me a photo spread in People magazine's Hottest Bachelors and Sexiest Men Alive issues. I turned when I heard Jasper groan in frustration.

"No, Edward… you don't date her, you don't sleep with her, you don't do anything but shoot the video. Maybe you give her an autograph and pose for a couple stills here and there, but nothing that you haven't done with previous costars. This time, however, keep your pants on. We don't need another tabloid frenzy over your boxer shorts."

Emmett, my overly-large bodyguard sniggered and tried to cover it with a fake cough.

"You think this is funny, meat-head?!?! Let's see you have to get all hot and uncomfortable with a complete stranger who will probably end up being a dog. God, how the hell did you get Carlisle to agree to this?"

"Actually, it was his idea… he seems to think this will project a kinder, more sensitive persona… He even thinks that this could expand your fan base beyond the tweeny boppers."

"Oh, great… I can get the cougars to chase after me instead of Zac Efron. Just what I've always wanted." I clasped my hands together over my heart and fluttered my eyelashes at Jasper.

"I'm not talking about the cougars, I'm talking about those 20 something girls that you seem to be forgetting despite the fact that you are only 27, Edward. Dating someone who's actually allowed to drink alcohol wouldn't kill you. But for right now, let's just try to salvage your career and reputation."

"What do you mean, salvage my career. I have the number one single in the country. My album just went double platinum. My concert tour sold out in under ten minutes. My posters fly off the shelves, and magazines are calling you daily to get me on their covers. Sounds like my career is doing pretty well if you want my opinion."

I didn't mention that the tabloids were posting my picture from the club that night a few weeks ago when someone slipped some X into my drink and I began stripping off my clothing. And I wasn't going to mention that night I spent with that girl who claims she wasn't 18 when we got frisky. But these were minor occurrences, and my star was still shining brightly in the celebrity world.

"Actually, I don't want your opinion. We've got to make you a star that has staying power. We all know that the boy-band image only takes you so far and that teen attention spans don't last long. Get over it pretty boy… you're doing this contest AND you're going to thank me for it when you see what it does for your career."

I stomped out of Jasper Whitlock's office. I ran my hands through my hair and ran right into his newest secretary, knocking her to the ground. I looked down at her and smiled. She was just what I needed to make myself feel better about my crappy day.

"Hey gorgeous. I beg your pardon. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking off to." I looked down to see her gaping up at me. This was going to be one of the easiest lays I've ever gotten.

"I'm Edward… let me help you up." I reached down and grasped a hold of her outstretched hand. I jerked her up to me allowing her body to slam into mine. I saw her eyes enlarge and heard her gasp as she felt my large package against her thigh.

"I… I'm… I… uh…"

Perfect, I thought. This was going to be easier than taking candy from a baby. "I'm very sorry… I should learn to pay attention more. Then again, if I had been paying attention, I may not have had the courage to introduce myself to a beautiful creature such as yourself."

I soft blush began to creep up into her cheeks as she looked away from me for a second. Then, she looked back up at me through her thick eyelashes.

"Can I buy you a drink? You know, to make it up for my clumsiness?" I asked her.

She nodded and let me lead her out to the elevator where we didn't even get to the parking garage before my hand slipped down from her waist to her ass. It was firm, and she seemed pleased with this turn in my behavior.

Within a few hours, we'd be in my hotel room working off any stress that this day created for either one of us.