A/N: I'm jumping on board the drabble train in the hopes it'll help to solve my writer's block. I hope you enjoy this dream I had.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Any song lyrics belong to their respective owners. All plots and original characters belong to me, fallanydeeper. No copyright infringement intended.

The best acting is instinctive. It's not intellectual, it's not mechanical, it's instinctive. - Craig MacDonald.

Chapter One

Stepping onto the set for the first time, she's daunted, frightened.

No, petrified.

Her hands shook, her palms were sweaty and her eyes darted all around, taking in every possible detail.

The second AD placed his hand gently on her shoulder, still talking into his radio before turning his full attention on her.

"They're ready for you in make-up, please follow me." He turned and began to walk away, each of his strides equal to two or three of hers. She had to hurry to keep up.

She was breathless when they arrived. He opened the door for her and ushered her inside.

"I'll be back for you. Please do not leave the trailer." And then he was gone.

This wasn't how she thought it would be but then why would it be? She was a no one. Just because she has the female lead, didn't mean she'd be treated like a queen.

"Come in and sit down, dear."

She turned slowly toward the kind female voice. A timid smile crossing her face in response to the older woman's beaming one.

"Don't mind Waylon, his wife just left him. Come, sit."

She did immediately, still too afraid to do anything other than what she was told.

"So you're the sweet little thing who took the producer's breath away during casting."

It's wasn't a question, so she didn't answer her.

"You're a quiet one, aren't you? I'm sure that won't last."

She smiled warmly at her through the mirror as she moved behind her. Her head tilts from side to side as she looks at her from every angle.

"What's your name?"

"Bella," she squeaked out. Her voice was quiet, rough, unused.

"Such a pretty name for such a beautiful girl. I'm Shelley. I'll be doing your make up most days."

"It's nice to meet you," Bella whispered as she lowered her eyes to her hands, clasped in her lap


"I suppose you'll be excited to work alongside that handsome young man?"

Bella's eyes flashed up to meet Shelley's in the mirror.

Panic began to rise up inside her.

Butterflies fluttered furiously in her stomach.

"I'm just… I'm excited to be working on this project." She nodded hard, hoping to be convincing.

"Of course you are, dear, although it's no shame to like him. Everyone likes to look at Edward Cullen. I imagine it makes falling in love with him on screen all that much easier since he's that good looking."

Edward Cullen.

Bella almost stopped breathing at just the sound of his name.