"BELLAAAAAAAA!" I heard someone scream right outside my door followed by pounding. I opened my eyes and was temporarily blinded by the sunlight that just seems to love to attack my eye balls when I wake up. I rolled over and grabbed my phone while yelling, "What the fuck you fucking asshole! Why are you fucking waking me up.." along with many other things that I was sure to regret later on, at my older brother Jacob. My phone told me that it was only 9:30, so I wondered why he was disturbing the most peaceful sleep that I ever had.

"Angela called me and told me to wake your sorry ass up, because you are supposed to be at rehearsal in about thirty minutes." He replied shortly. Somehow he made it sound like a threat. Oh well, that's Jacob. He is always exercising the fact that he is the older sibling, even if he is only older by two years. That doesn't give him that much leverage to me, but he still tries to get anything and everything he can by proving that he is older and of the male gender. I don't understand why just because guys have a dick they automatically think that they have to be the dominant one. It's not like a penis kicks you in the ass every month. Guys should at least suffer through one period and child-birth. Than they will realize that the woman is in fact the stronger gender, because I don't think that any guy like Jacob could handle having their dick bleed. He is all talk, no-show.

I got up in a flash. Showering only took a few minutes and I dressed and blow dried/straightened my hair and did my makeup just in time to walk out the door and into Ang's 4runner. This time, there was no blasting music. She had gotten a call about the rehearsal about ten minutes before Jacob had started banging on my door. We both looked like the living dead, but it was an Improvement from what we had looked like when we had woken up. Our hair was tamed, somewhat and the makeup was minimal; but I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror and think that hell, for time restraints I did a damn good job.

When we got to the theatre, we walked in silence. This was one of those mornings where if someone said anything even remotely rude or emotional one of us would end up with our heads ripped off and our body burning on the floor, just because of a hurt feeling. We are too much alike for our own good, and sometimes it gets the better of us. I sulked my way up to Kate and tried to act cheerful for her benefit. "Hello." I said with something that resembled a smile and all the enthusiasm that I could muster. "Hi! And how has your morning been so far?" She said with a smile that seemed to bright and cheerful for this early in the morning. "I'm alright, just a bit tired." I responded in something that resembled a monotone voice. "Aren't we all." She said with a sigh, allowing her eyes to drift over to the cast, who seemed to be drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes left and right.

I started to walk away and she stopped me, handing me a CD and a script with a few pages of sound cues that she had written out for me. "Here you go. The sound booth is upstairs. I'll have Scott show you the way up there, cuz I don't think that you want to climb up a ladder every time that you need to get up there." She said with a laugh pointing to a ladder that rested next to a sliver in the wall. It was the tiniest doorway that I had ever seen, and I was certain that all 184 pounds of me would not be able to fit through that hole.

I looked over my notes and tried to act busy to keep any attention away from me, because I really was not in the mood to talk to anyone at that time. If I had talked to someone, I would've probably been labeled a bitch and gotten glares from every person there. I am not too pleasant when I have no sleep.

"Bella?" a man who I guessed was in his forties or fifties came up to me and made a gesture for me to fallow him up a staircase and I looked at him questioningly. "I'm sorry. My name is Scott. I'm going to show you the way to the sound booth." He said with a huff. My first impression of him, was that he didn't really like to socialize with anyone and would be very abrasive when he was being spoken too, but I was far from right. He turned out to be one of the funniest people I met during that production.

We walked up the stairs and came to a door that looked very out-of-place, because it was so close to another door. He opened the door and flipped on a switch. It was a short little hallway with awkwardly long steps that went down as you walked down the hall and then there were regular steps that brought you up into the sound booth, which actually was a supply closet that they put windows and a light board in and a CD player and called it a sound booth.

Edward was sitting in a chair in front of the light board with his head tilted back and I guessed that he was asleep. As Scott was passing him, he smacked Edward's head and he jolted awake and turned around to see Scott on the other side of the room and me behind him. He looked at me in confusion, as to ask, "What the hell did you just do, you stranger?!" I pointed to Scott and he nodded as a smirk graced his lips. Those lips. I wish I could just…

"Well Bella, this is what you will be working with." Scott said snapping me out of a fantasy I was having, and pointing to a CD Player that was on top of a rectangle that had a bunch of knobs on the front, which I guessed had something to do with the volume controls. I sat in the chair that was in front of it, and he showed me what knobs to turn and what knobs not to touch ever in my lifetime. I put in the CD and willed it to work the way that I wanted too, and adjusted all the volumes on each track to the nature of the scene that they were going to be playing in. Kate sat in the audience and told me if a track was too loud or soft, and by the time we were ready to actually start the rehearsal, I had written a page full of notes.

Scott left the room to get down onto the stage, and I was suddenly too aware that I was sitting right next to someone that I felt was attractive in some way, and we were completely alone in this darkened room. No one below could see us if they tried because of the darkness and the stage lights. My mind started to race with fantasies when I heard him speak.

"I'm Edward." He said with a smile that seemed to melt my heart and an extended hand. "Bella." I said with a shaky smile as I reached out
and took his hand in mine. I didn't want to let go, ever, but before he loosened his grip much too soon and slid his hand back into his lap. I wondered what he was thinking as he stared out onto the stage, and I looked at him in the corner of my eye. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to take a pick ax and drill my way to his core and bury myself there and just soak in everything about him. The thought never crossed my mind that if I did find my way to his core I might not like what I would find. How naïve a girl in love can be. I didn't even realize it was love until it was too late.

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A/N: Well hello! Hope y'all have liked my story so far! I am liking how this is turning out! I really love to hear feedback from all of my fellow fanfictioners so pm me or review people! If you don't I might give up cuz of the lack of support.. :( But lets not let that happen! By the way, the play that I mention in here, "The Marriage of Bette and Boo" is a real play, and if you love dark humor than you will love this play! I may or may not mention one of the main things that happens in it though! Its just too funny not to mention! Well until next time! XOXO

-Ashley