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Before I Die

Edward has cancer. He knows that he'll die soon, and before that happens, he wants to have fun with his life. He doesn't want to find love, but as he has 'fun', he meets a girl, named Bella. AH AU BxE


3. Chapter 3

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Since the concert was supposed to be rocker themed, Esme took us to Hot Topic to get some 'emo' clothes, as she called them. Emmett helped me choose fit jeans and a dark red shirt. The jeans clung to my legs tightly, and the shirt made me look buff, which was an unusual look since I always looked thin. When I showed Esme, she gasped in surprise.

“My oh my, my little boy looks like a hunk.” Esme pretended to fan herself with her hand.

“Mom.” I groaned.

Esme smiled and took out her credit card. “Get changed back and we'll pay for it.” she said.

I went back to the dressing room and slipped off the jeans, which got stuck on my bony ankles for a second. Then I put back the outfit I originally had on and hung the shirt and jeans over my arm. Esme held out her hands for the clothes and plopped it on the counter.

“Is that all for today?” the cashier asked.

Esme smiled. “Yes.”

The cashier scanned the clothes and put them into a black plastic bag with red lettering.

“Edward, come look at this.” Emmett beckoned holding up a silver studded belt.

I walked to him slowly. “Thats cool.” I said examining the studs.

“Get it, it will look good on you.” Emmett said.

I made a face. “Maybe next time.” I said, even though there probably won't be a next time.

Emmett frowned and put the belt back on the rack. Then he found a black beanie and his eyes lightened up.

“You have to get this.” he said taking off my cap and plopping the beanie on my head.

I took it off and observed it. It looked nice, better than the one I was wearing, and it was black with some sort of weird lettering on it. The material would cling to my bald head and wouldn't make it obvious that I didn't have any hair.

“Esme, can I get this too?” I asked.

Esme nodded and snatched the beanie from my hands and handed it the cashier.

“Is that all?” the cashier asked again, clearly annoyed.


“Okay, that will be forty dollars.” the cashier announced.

I walked back to Emmett, who was now looking at the shirts. Jasper was next to him, talking on his cellphone. I would miss my brothers when I...

I completely let go of that thought. Death was not something I welcomed right now, I accepted it, sure, but I wasn't ready. Just not yet.

“Lets go you guys. We have to get Edward ready.” Esme called. Emmett and Jasper beat me to her, tapping their feet jokingly when I arrived.

“Are you nervous?” Jasper asked as we were walking back to the car.

“For what? The singing thing?” I asked.

“Yeah. Rick said that they were doing a Thriving Ivory medley.”

“I like that band.” I said immediately.

“Good, because you're screwed if you don't know any of the songs.”

“Whats the worst they could do to the sick?” I asked, but Jasper didn't respond, ignoring my death questions as always.


“You're looking good Eddie.” Emmett complimented.

I was already wearing the outfit that we bought today, I was showing it off for the last time today, before we went to the House Of Blues.

“Thanks man. And don't call me Eddie.” I warned.

Emmett shrugged and walked out the front door to start Esme's car. Esme, rushed to me when she saw me, hugging me tightly. When she pulled away, I noticed that she was wearing a purple mini dress, it made her look like my older sister than my mother.

Esme blushed and then slapped my arm softly. “We're going to be late.” she said then walked out the door.

I waited for Jasper to come downstairs, and when he did I smiled gratefully.

“Thank you Jasper.” I said.

“No problem.” he replied smiling back. He put his hand on my back and walked with me outside. The sun was starting to set, making the sky have an orange tinge to it. This was my favorite time of day, when its peaceful and beautiful.


“Hey man. You must be Edward.” a guy, who I assumed was Rick, greeted.

“Yup, thats me.”

“Okay, so is okay if you only sing one song with us?” Rick asked.

“Yeah.” Personally I didn't care, as long as I got to sing, I was fine.

Rick smiled. “Great. So the first song we're singing is Angels on The Moon by Thriving Ivory. Are you familiar with that song?”

“Its actually my favorite.”

“Good, we won't have any problems than.” Rick stated. “So meet the band, thats Xavier on the drums, Jac on the guitar, Michael on the base, and I usually do the singing and lead guitar.” he introduced.

I waved hello, and they waved back.

“Calling Vital Time to the stage, Vital Time to the stage.” the announcer said.

“Thats us. Are you ready man?” Rick asked.

“Oh yeah.”

Rick smiled and started walking to the stage, the rest of his band members following behind him. I was the last to be on stage.

“Hey guys, we're Vital Time and we're ready to rock!” Rick screamed into the mike. The crowd erupted into an applause. Rick motioned for me to get behind the mike.

The guitar started to play, then I started to sing.

Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive

I belted the lyrics, and the crowd went wild, screaming like crazy.

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

I tried to not think about how the lyrics weren't ironic.

Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe?
Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

The guitar started to play, for its awaited solo. The crowd cheered on.

This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon

My eyes stumbled upon my family, Esme was sobbing quietly. But she was still cheering along with Emmett and Jasper.

You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know

Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying
Don't tell me if I'm dying

I nailed the last part and crowd screamed and applauded at the same time, it was such an adrenaline rush, it felt great. I jumped off the stage, the people backed away. I rushed to my family, who were now hugging me and complimenting me.

“You did great sweetie.” Esme said.


“You rocked it.” Jasper smiled.

“Ditto.” Emmett agreed

I smiled in return, not really in the mood to say something else.

Sing in a band, check.