The Spotlight is On!

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A/N: Don't mind me, just keep reading! :)

Thanks to my beta Demelza Llivell!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight.

Also, the song in here is called 'Franklin' by Paramore. Love them, love this song!

Previously...

I held onto Rose and Alice's hands and asked them, "Together?"

They both smiled and squeezed each of my hands and said, "Together."

BPOV

- 2 weeks later, Seattle -

It had been two weeks since we moved from our home at Forks to a condo near Hollywood Records in Seattle.

Rose was redecorating the new place, trying her best to make it look like our old home.

Alice loved the extra space in the condo and help Rose redecorate; she adapted quickly.

I, on the other hand, was growing more miserable every day. Edward and the guys, especially Edward, tried to make me as comfortable as possible by cheering me up. But everytime I tried to smile or laugh, it just resulted in tears. I tried to hide them from Rose and Alice. They could tell though.

"Do you want to go back?" Rose asked me one day in the living room.

I pulled my eyes away from the television screen to see her standing over me. "What are you talking about?" I frowned, confused.

"You know what I'm talking about," she sadly accused. "Do you want to go back to Forks?"

I frowned, shaking my head. "No."

"Bella..."

"No, Rose, I'm fine, really. I just need more time to adjust." I tried to reassure both her and myself.

"Bella..." she sat beside me and muted the television. "Talk to me. What's wrong with you?"

I looked to the screen again but spoke to her. "I miss Forks. I miss my friends, my house, my room, all of it. The forest near our house, everything..." I sniffled, and Rose wiped a tear away from my cheek.

"You can still have those things, Bella. You can still keep your friends, your room. There are still trees here," Rose said.

"But it's not the same! Everything here is so different, so new, and I'm having trouble finding my place here," I cried, more tears falling down. "I need Mom here to tell me what to do; I need her, not that you aren't doing the best you can, but..." I trailed off then.

Alice then came in with a pencil, pad, and my acoustic guitar in hand.

"Alice, what " I started, confused, but she just handed me my guitar.

"Write it down," she simply said. "Write it all down. Write down everything you're feeling into song. Then, you go call Edward and tell him to come here and hear this. And make sure this ends up on your guys' album."

"Alice..." I began, but stopped and sighed. Maybe it was time to stop fighting and just feel.

So I wiped my eyes, grabbed my guitar, pad, and pencil, and began to play.

Alice and Rose left the room to respect my privacy.

- An hour later -

For the first time in two weeks since I'd been in Seattle, I felt a smile creep its way on my face.

I finished my song, and I felt the weight of the world come off of my shoulders. I was finally able to put all of my sadness and depression from the move onto paper, and now, I felt loads better.