The Spotlight is On!

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A/N: Hey guys! I just came up with this idea for a chapter from watching a Michelle Branch video! "All You Wanted", to be exact! So if you want, you can listen to the song while reading this! 

Happy reading! 

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.  

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After I finished writing, I drifted off to sleep with my song journal in my hand.

I dreamed of seeing myself walking in darkness with my guitar in my hand. I didn't know where I was off to, only that I had to get somewhere. Then a spotlight appeared from above, along with a microphone standing on a stand.

I nervously stepped closer to the microphone, and suddenly I heard Edward's voice calling.

"Bella...Help me..."

I turned around quickly. "Edward?" I called back.

"Save me..." he whispered.

"Where are you?" I asked, frightened. "What's happening?"

I turned around again, and he was standing there, dressed in white, but he looked so... sad. He had tears streaming down his face, and his eyes were red and puffy. His hair looked even more messy than it usually did, and his skin was pale, paler than I'd ever seen it, like he'd seen a ghost; and in a way, I felt like I was looking at one.

I reached out for his hand, and he took it gently and pulled me closer to him.

"Bella...I need you." he whispered desperately.

"It's okay. I'm here; I can save you, if you want," I told him, hugging him.

I awoke with a start, clutching my hand to my chest. My heart was pounding so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I looked to the red numbers on my clock. It read 4:50 AM, Sunday morning. I tried to keep my breathing under control as I slid back under the covers.

Why did I have my weirdest dreams in the middle of the night? What was it with the universe giving me these dreams when everyone else was sleeping? The universe just loved to provoke me, didn't it? Or maybe I made it too easy.

Maybe this was a sign that Edward needed me now more than ever. I wasn't sure whether to talk to him about what had happened yesterday after everyone left, and I was scared that he would deny everything and push me away. That would hurt more than he'd know because I really wanted to help him and be there for him, professionally and personally.

That reminded me: We had the votes for prom to worry about, and the seniors thought it would be a good idea for us to play. I was still nervous about that because, other than yesterday's performance and Rosalie and Alice watching me every time I wrote a new song, I'd never performed in front of a huge audience before. Would the senior class like my voice? Would they like my lyrics -or, Edward and my lyrics- and if they did, did that mean that the rest of the world would like our lyrics when we started our album in the summer?

I needed to calm down. All of this pressure and stress wasn't so good for me or everyone else. Feeling too restless to go back to sleep, I got up and stumbled my way to the kitchen. When I got there, I flicked on the light, rubbed my eyes against the harsh light, and grabbed a cup from the dishwasher. I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of water. I poured the water into the cup and slid into a chair nearby, sighing.

"Hey. What are you doing up?" Alice croaked behind me, and I jumped.

"Alice! Hey, you scared me," I whispered, clutching my heart once again.

"Sorry," she said, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. "How come you're up?"

"Couldn't sleep," I muttered, tracing the rim of my cup with my finger.

"Aw, how come?" my sister asked, and I shrugged. "Aw, come on, there has to be something on your mind eating at you enough to be up at five in the morning," she smiled.

I smirked. "Well, if you must know, I had a weird dream."

"Was it the same one where you and Edward were singing 'Stop This Song' again?"

I looked up, surprised. "How'd you-"

She smiled. "You sing it in your sleep, and kept calling out his name." She giggled.

I groaned and put my hands over my face, embarrassed. I could feel my face burning up again.

Alice laughed as she took my hands away from my face, "Hey, it's okay. You like him. He likes you. It's all good."

"He doesn't like me, Alice." I sighed. "How can he when he has a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend who's a hypocritical whore!" Alice replied matter-of-factly.

"Hypocritical whore or not, he still has her. How can I take him away from the one he loves? When he finds out about her infidelity, it'll break his heart, and he'll never want to date ever again."

Alice sighed, then said, "Bella, you'll be there for him, one way or another. Especially when you two make your album in the summer."

"I do want to be there for him. But I'm just afraid he'll shut me out. You know how guys get; they don't want to show their feelings."

"Has he ever shut you out before?"

I shrugged and replied, "No, but we haven't known each other well enough for him to do that."

Alice frowned. "But you've known each other for five years."

"Doesn't mean I know everything about him."

"Well, for the rest of the school year, and the rest of your lives together, you'll get to know each other," she said smiling.

"We're making music together, not getting married." I frowned, laughing.

"Ooh, but in 5 years…" Alice's eyes were starting to glow, and I could already see the wheels turning in her head.

"Alice." I warned her.

"What?" she asked innocently, smiled then turned serious. "But really, why don't you just tell him how you feel? Odds are, he likes you too."

"How do you know that? If he does, why hasn't he done anything yet?"

"Because A. He has to deal with this hypocritical whore, and B. He just doesn't know it yet."

I rolled my eyes, getting up and taking my full glass to the sink. "Face it, Ali. He doesn't like me that way, and he probably never will." I tried and failed to hide the disappointment and sadness in my voice.

I heard Alice hug me from behind. "He will, just give him time and keep being there for him," she whispered.

I turned around and hugged her back. "Thanks, Ali," I whispered.

With a flick of the light, we both went back to bed.