Hello, Thanks for all the reviews you guys really make my day. Anyways I haven't done this in a while so here it is. I do not own Twilight, Entertainment Tonight, Britney Spears or any other common name or place in this story. Now on with the chapter…


I was being an ass but I just couldn't help it. I threw my bag onto my bed and went over to the window. It wasn't the fact that Jacob was now in the band that was really bothering me. It was that we had just replaced Bella. Bella, who had been in our lives for as long as I could remember. Bella, who just ditched us to live out her own little pop star fantasy.

I couldn't help but to think that I had failed her in some way. How long had she been planning to leave us? Where did she even find out about Twilight records anyways?

I was brought out of my little cloud of self loathing by a knock on the door. I walked over to it ready to apologize to Emmett or Jasper for my behavior earlier. This whole Bella situation wasn't really bringing out my good side. I opened up the door to reveal a tall blonde haired girl. Unless one of the guys had gotten a sex change in the last four hours this definitely wasn't them.

"Rosalie?" I questioned. She just stared at me her red lips almost white since she had them clamped so firmly together.

"Edward, I think it's time we had a little chat." She brushed past me and took a seat near my keyboard.

I turned to face her. "Why does it feel as though I'm about to talk to the leader of the mafia?"

"If you just sit down and shut up for the next ten minutes I promise I won't take out a hit on you."

I pushed a pile of clothes off my desk and perched on top of it. She gave me a glare and waited as though she was expecting me to have a comeback for her statement.

"First off Edward you need to stop wallowing in your little man cave here."

"I am not wallowing."

"Yes, you are. And remember I said no interruptions. Bella is gone Edward. Don't think that any of us haven't taken her leaving just as hard as you have. Think about Alice and I. We heard about Bella leaving on Entertainment Tonight!" She gave me an indignant stare.

"I will tell you though Edward I think this is something she really felt she had to do. If you don't like it then man up, Edward, challenge her." She walked over towards my door before flashing me a conspiratorial grin. "Release the best CD of your life. Give Bella a run for her money."



It was nearly noon and we had only gotten the first verse of my music video filmed to Laura's satisfaction. She was now trying to chase down the costume designer for having six buttons on Anthony's shirt instead of her required five. She had practically demanded the shirt off of his back and then she went flying down the hallway trying to find Amanda.

This brings us to Anthony's dressing room, where I was playing a now shirtless Anthony in a fierce game of chess.

He captured my knight and then looked up at me. "So you definitely don't fit the typical pop star stereotype do you?"

I raised an eyebrow and stole his queen in response. "And what might that stereotype be?"

He leaned back in his chair and gave me a smile. "Well you know blonde, a major in slutology and an expertise in making out with a microphone 101."

I suppressed a giggle and rolled my eyes. "You sir, have been watching way too many Britney Spears videos. What do you do, practice that line and use it on all the unsuspecting pop stars you have a chance to play chess with?"

"Nope, just the insanely beautiful ones who actually happen to have a brain."

My cheeks filled with a bright red color and I looked back down at the chess board trying to think of a comeback. I absent mindedly moved my queen and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid. I settled with just looking back up at him with a goofy grin still attached to my face. He gave me a wide smile in return and then looked back at the board before leaning in toward me.




I glanced down at my watch before glancing at the door for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. She was late again. In the past five years that I have known her she has never been on time. The bell above the door rang out and my eyes flashed towards the entry way. She walked briskly toward my table and slid into the chair across from me her eyes bright with defiance.

"I think you and I have a person of interest that we need to discuss."

She raised the mug of coffee that I had ordered for her to her lips. Damn, those lips. They're what got me into trouble the last time. She placed her coffee cup back on the table before using her tongue to wipe the microscopic drops of coffee off her bottom lip.

"I may know what you are talking about." She feigned interest.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "You know very well what I am talking about. This game of cat-and-mouse needs to stop. This has gone too far this time."

Her lips curled up into a predatory grin. "But I rather like this game. Your just afraid because right now you are the one being hunted."

She drained her coffee cup before standing up and pulling me out of my seat.

Her breath was warm in my ear. "And at the rate I'm going I'm going to devour you within the next week."

And with that she was out the door.