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Truth In Music

Summary:
Photobucket AU-AH. Slightly OOC. Bella Swan had always had a simple existence. School, work, and her music. She no longer had any living family members and the band was all she had left. That is all she had and that was all she ever wanted. After years of toiling away her and her band mates get their big break with Volterra records. The famous and dashing Carlisle Cullen and his equally famous and dashing son Emmett take them under their wings, knowing that their band Twilight is the next big thing. They had made their big break. Soon enough the Cullen’s fall in love with the lovely shy girl from small town Washington, well all but one Cullen. Edward. When Bella met Edward they both felt sparks. But that only lasted until Edward opened his mouth. Edward Cullen left the music business in his past to move on to a life in the film, but was that what he really holds in his heart. Can this girl from Forks help him find out what it really is that he wants? More importantly in the hard world of Hollywood can they have a happily ever after? Especially when Edward’s past comes back to haunt them. From Chapter four: “What?” I asked him wanting to know what he found humorous. “Nothing.” He said taking another sip of his wine. “No. What?” I pressed. He had been so standoffish I wanted to know why now he would suddenly find the conversation at hand laughable. “It just sound cliché don’t you think?” “What does?” “The over told discovery story…it was out of the blue…unexpected…” “It was.” “I’m not doubting that it was. However god knows the world doesn’t really need another band.” “Edward…” Esme tired to intercede. “What?” He asked his mother. “Don’t be rude.” She said quietly. “I’m being honest.” He said bluntly. “There are far too many bands out there already as far as I’m concerned, and each is less inventive in their ‘sound’ as the next.” “Excuse me?” I asked getting very deffesive. “Look I’m not saying that you aren’t very talented at what you do, but…” “Have you even heard us?” “No.” “Then you talk pretty big for someone who knows absolutely nothing about us.” I stood up. Unable to sit and listen to him any longer. “Carlisle, Esme, thank you for a lovely evening. It was a pleasure meeting you.” I said to Esme before turning to Emmett. “Em. Do you think you could drive me home now, before I do something I might regret.” I didn’t even wait for him to answer I just left the room and headed out to the car.


Notes:
A story like this has been floating around in my head for like forever. I have the first few chapters written. I was really inspired to write by the amazing music of paramore. It’s the freaking best. On that note. This is my first attempt to write a fanfiction that’s a little OOC, but only slightly. Yes my Edward, and my Bella are different than the book in some ways, but alike in a lot of others. I hope you don’t mind. Things I own: one overused hp laptop, a new cell phone, a blue ipod nano, several new books from Meyer supercenter, a magazine about the new moon movie, a worn out airplane blanket, a pillow shaped like a cow, a cat named snickers, a dog named Jake, 8 new pairs of socks, a new stick of eyeliner, a cowboy hat, a tiara, a beta named Wolfgang. Things I don’t own: The characters that appear in the wonderful world of twilight…sigh…


4. Family Affair

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BPOV-

It had been over a month of straight recording. While we had been recording non-stop in Seattle I had been able to put off the looming 'family' dinner that we had been invited to by Carlisle. The good thing was that our new CD would be released in enough time for the Christmas rush. We only had to come up with one more song for the CD and I was working on it, as a result I was pretty much permanently glued to the piano. I had never been really under pressure to write before, and I wasn't having much luck finding any inspiration.

The only real good news was we weren't living together like some weird version of the Walton family anymore. We had moved out on our own. Jasper and Alice had decided to keep the house until the end of our current lease, while Rose and I moved out, she had a rather nice apartment a few minutes away from downtown and I had moved to a small townhouse that I was absolutely in love with. I had loved my new independence from the band, but it was a little bitter sweet. Now here I was in the back of Emmett's car next to Jasper and Alice. "Bella you look fine. Stop fidgeting. You'll wrinkle." Alice chided from beside me. "I swear I don't know why you're nervous…"

"I'm nervous because we're going to dinner with the head of our label's family." I said adjusting the skirt of my dress for the fortieth time.

"Hey we're not that scary…" Emmett protested from the driver's seat. He was very indiscreetly holding Roses hand in between them on top of the console. After about a week of firm stubbornness on Roses part and constant begging on Emmett's, Rose finally relented to go on a date with him. When she came back she told me that quote…"he was chauvinistic pig and even if he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen she never wanted to go on a date with him ever again". About 14 hours and just as many dozen roses later she had pretty much forgiven him/ They had been together ever since.

I sighed. "That's not what I meant Em. I mean I'm used to you."

"Thanks?" He quirked an eyebrow.

I groaned. "No…see this is what my problem is. I'm not very good at the whole social thing…"

He smiled. "Well then you should fit in just fine with my brother."

"Your brother?" Rose asked now.

"Yeah…my brother Edward. He came in for a visit from LA." Emmett explained.

"Ah…We'll finally be meeting the elusive Edward Cullen." Rose smiled.

Great. Not only did I have to worry about not saying something completely embarrassing in front of Carlisle and his wife. Now I had to worry about a member of the family that I had never even met before. I had heard of him. Edward Cullen was hot in Hollywood. He was an up and coming musician turned actor that was taking the world by fire. He was in all the tabloid papers and TV shows with his girlfriend/co-star Tanya. I had to admit I had seen the things he'd done so far. It hadn't been a lot. He made his breakout roll on a TV series and it was pretty good. Well as good as the writing allowed for it to be.

"Yeah Bells. If anyone should be nervous it should be Rosie. She's meeting the parents after all." Emmett said with a sly look at Rose. Who rolled her eyes and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. Of course Rose wouldn't be worried. She was never worried. Fear-free and confident that was her M.O. Not shy and timid, like mine. The only time I was confident was when I was on stage singing. I didn't even really like to talk to people. I was quickly becoming more used to it, with all the interviews that we had been doing. Our single sales had gone through the roof when Rose and Emmett's romance hit the papers and before we knew it we were thrown into the media mess that came with being in the music industry.

I took a deep breath as we pulled up to a very large white house. It looked amazing, but unexpected. I never thought about the Cullen's living in such a well…normal…type of house. It was huge yes, but not really uncomfortably so. I stood outside of the car and took it in. There was a large wraparound porch that looked as if it encircled the entire house. The house itself was perfect in its surroundings. It seemed isolated up the long drive and in surrounded my woods, which I suppose when you have a family with as high a profile as the Cullen's, privacy and seclusion is probably preferred. Emmett waved to us as he came around the front of the car and wrapped an arm around Rose and lead her up the steps. I followed behind the rest of them feeling a little like the fifth wheel.

Emmett knocked twice and then opened the door. "Mom!" He called as he walked in. "You're favorite son is here!" He smiled.

"Now Emmett…" A voice called back. It was getting closer. "You know that I don't play favorites...Oh goodness…" A smiling woman came around the corner into the entry way and stopped when she spotted us all there. "Oh. You're all here. Carlisle!" She called behind her. "I wasn't expecting you all at the same time. Come in. Come in. I'm Esme." She smiled and pointed to herself.

"The love of my life." Came a familiar voice behind her. I looked up to see Carlisle leaning against the door frame that his wife had come out of.

"Carlisle…" His wife looked down with a blush forming on her cheeks. It was evident how much they loved each other. I wanted something like that. To be so much in love with someone that they could still make me blush after years of marriage.

He pushed off the doorframe and walked up to his wife standing beside her. "Kids. I'm glad you could all make it. Esme, this is Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Bella." He said indicating each of us.

She regarded each of us carefully and then suddenly leaned in and gave each of us a hug. Lingering with Rose to whisper something in her ear. Rose threw her head back laughed and shook her head no at whatever Esme had asked.

"Do I want to know?" Emmett asked regarding the two of them.

"Probably not dear." His mother smiled. "Don't you have a kiss for your mother?"

"Yeah mom." He said ducking down and kissing her on the cheek.

"Good. Now come in. Dinner is almost ready. We're having Italian." She said before retreating back the way she came.

Carlisle chuckled as his wife walked past him. He gave us a quick tour of the house ending in an exquisite living room where someone else was seated. "Ah…Edward. Son I'd like you to meet the new stars of Volterra." Carlisle said proudly.

I was about to say something about being mentioned as the new stars of the label but I couldn't find words when I saw the man that was sitting on the couch stand up to and meet my gaze. His eyes were the greenest eyes I had ever seen. I was held by them. I had seen him before yes, on TV and in pictures but seeing him in person was something different. I was feeling something, that wasn't nerves it was almost electrifying. He held my gaze for a long time before I finally recaptured any semblance of control that I had and dropped my eyes.

"Nice to meet you." He said extending his hand and shaking everyone's. When he reached out and touched mine I felt the electricity that I had felt that charged the air shoot up my arm. I looked up into his eyes and I wondered if the shocked expression I sensed in them had to deal with it or something else. It was over before I could really focus on getting an answer. I dropped my hand to my side and I could still feel it tingling. What was going on? I couldn't make any sense of it. I hadn't ever felt anything like it.

Other than that small greeting Edward really hadn't said anything during the whole course of time we were at dinner. Remarkably we managed to avoid the topic of music until after the meal. We were all seated in the living room with glasses of wine when the subject was finally broached. Alice was more than happy to tell most of the story about how we started and everything between then and now to Esme. Who smiled and uh-huhed at all the right spots. She seemed generally interested as opposed to Edward who sat with a distinct scowl on his face sipping his whine. When the conversation came to how Carlisle had found us I heard a scoff escape his lips. I looked up at him curiously.

"What?" I asked him wanting to know what he found humorous.

"Nothing." He said taking another sip of his wine.

"No. What?" I pressed. He had been so standoffish I wanted to know why now he would suddenly find the conversation at hand laughable.

"It just sound cliché don't you think?"

"What does?"

"The over told discovery story…it was out of the blue…unexpected…"

"It was."

"I'm not doubting that it was. However god knows the world doesn't really need another band."

"Edward…" Esme tired to intercede.

"What?" He asked his mother.

"Don't be rude." She said quietly.

"I'm being honest." He said bluntly. "There are far too many bands out there already as far as I'm concerned, and each is less inventive in their 'sound' as the next."

"Excuse me?" I asked getting very deffesive.

"Look I'm not saying that you aren't very talented at what you do, but…"

"Have you even heard us?"

"No."

"Then you talk pretty big for someone who knows absolutely nothing about us." I stood up. Unable to sit and listen to him any longer. "Carlisle, Esme, thank you for a lovely evening. It was a pleasure meeting you." I said to Esme before turning to Emmett. "Em. Do you think you could drive me home now, before I do something I might regret." I didn't even wait for him to answer I just left the room and headed out to the car.

A few minutes later Emmett joined me followed by the others. "Bells…" He started to talk to me but Alice cut him off.

"Emmett I would just let her be right now. You're brother's lucky that he made it out with his life. Bell's kinda sensitive when it comes to our music." She said patting my arm as we slid into the back seat of the car.

I stared out the window of the car until we pulled up to my townhouse. "Thanks Emmett. I'll see you tomorrow at the studio guys?"

"Yeah." They answered. As I stalked up my walkway to my door I suddenly realized what had happened. I felt awful about blowing up like that at Carlisle's house. God I must have sounded awful, but I couldn't help it. I was okay when Edward was only pass judgment on our discovery story but when he went as far as to criticize our music I was automatically in defensive mode. I had worked so hard on all of our songs and the fact that someone who had never heard us before in their life was telling me that we weren't good enough was enough to make me want to deck him. I knew the fact that he was Carlisle's son was all that stopped me from doing just that.

I was so angry. Even after the entire ride home I was still seething and I really couldn't put my finger on why. Was it because I had thought that I had felt something in between Edward and me, or was it just because he was a hypocritical jerk? How can someone I barely spoke too still be on my mind? I was mad…I was frustrated…I was…inspired.

Later I found myself in the middle of the night at the piano with a paper and pencil. I had finished it. The song I so desperately wanted to finish. I collapsed into bed knowing that I had to get at least a few hours sleep before I had to be at the studio tomorrow afternoon. I tossed and turned unable to really get any sleep. Trying to think of a way to make it up to Carlisle for my behavior at his home I decided that I would just have to go and apologize tomorrow and with that I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning not having got much sleep. I pulled on my most comfy jeans and a sweatshirt over a tank top and headed out to the studio. No one had really figured out where exactly we were recording yet or where we lived so it was remotely easy to slip in and out un-noticed by anyone. I was early for our recording session for our last song. I had called everyone that morning to let them know that I had finished it last night when I got home. They were happy but concerned about me. I was fine. I was much better now actually now that I had found an outlet for my feelings. We were going to meet early and we were going to learn it and then record later.

I slipped into the building and saying hello the receptionist made my way to the floor where Carlisle's office was. I asked his secretary if he was busy and she gave me the green light to go ahead and head into his office. I knocked tentatively on his door and was met by a curious "come in." When I opened the door he smiled up from his papers. "Ah…Bella. Come in. Have a seat." He said pointing to the leather chairs opposite of him. "What brings you to my neck of the woods this afternoon? Are you recording today?"

"Yeah, actually I finished the last song for the album. We're recording it today." I said shyly taking as seat.

"Good. That's great." There was a pause. "Why do I get a feeling this isn't a social visit?" He asked folding his hands on top of his desk. "What's on your mind?"

"Carlisle. I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. It was out of line and…" the words were spilling out of me quickly and I was cut off by Carlisle.

"Bella…dear you have nothing to apologize for. My son on the other hand. Has a great deal to apologize for. I don't want you to worry. I'm actually surprised that all you did was yell. I would have hit him." He said with a chuckle. "He of all people should know better than to pass judgment on another person's work without considering their feelings."

"I shouldn't have been so sensitive…it's just that I've been working really hard and…I hope I didn't ruin the evening for your wife I know she worked really hard and I…"

"Bella. Esme would never blame you for anything that happened last night. She absolutely adores you. Don't worry dear."

I sighed and slumped back into the chair, finally able to take a deep breath for the first time since I stepped into the building. Carlisle and I talked about a few more things including another date for another dinner for us to come over. I left his office feeling much better.

The time in the studio was well used. After about three hours of rehearsal we were ready to start recording the song. We had gotten used to learning songs fast due to our lack of rehearsal time when we were all in class. I channeled all of my anger at Edward and all my frustration over whatever it was I had felt between us into singing.

I'm sitting in a room

Made up of only big white walls

And in the halls there's

People looking through

The windows and they know exactly

What we're here for

Don't look up just let them think

There's no where else you'd rather be

You're always on display

For everyone to watch and learn from

Don't you know by now

You can't turn back

Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying

Just living proof that the camera's lying

Oh and oh, oh, open wide

Cause this is your night

So smile

Cause you'll go out in style

You'll go out in style

After a few more takes at recording we had wrapped up recording on our new album. I couldn't help but smile a little when I saw Emmett jamming out while we were recording. I wondered if he would ever make the connection between when I wrote it to when I first met his brother, but at that point I could really have cared less. In a few days they would be done editing our CD and we would be on the shelves ahead of schedule.