A/N: So… this was the sneak peek to something I donated to the Babies at the Border Fiction Compilation. If you don't know what that is, you can find a link at the very bottom of my profile for more information.

The link will take you to the banner for my story, and from there you will find another link to the BlogSpot post all about the compilation.

Over 100 authors came together for that amazing humanitarian cause, and I was extremely excited to be a part of it with so many talented writers!

My submission was an early look at a multi-chapter story, and my donation to the comp included the first 4 chapters of that story.

Title: Roadies

Author: xXTailoredDreamsXx

Betas: Myonlyheroin & BPlemons

Rating: M

Full Summary: Edward Cullen is the newest stage manager on his first major cross-country tour. He's out to prove he's earned his title as well as the respect that's supposed to come with it. Bella Swan is the only woman on the crew, and she knows better than to believe Cullen didn't sleep his way to the top in order to get the job that she feels was rightfully hers. Will they be able to co-exist without killing one another, or will they both lose the jobs they covet most when the lines begin to blur?

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.Roadies.

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.Bella.

My arms cross firmly in front of my chest while I glare at the back of Cullen's fuckboy scene hair as he stomps away from us, "What was he saying?" I instantly grill my best friend.

Emmett looks confused.

"While I was up there... I could tell you guys were talking about me."

Now he's grinning.

"Oh! You mean right before you tried to kill him?"

I roll my eyes, "Tell me before I kick you in the balls."

"He was asking me if you were single."

My jaw drops and my fists clench at my sides, "I hope you told him it's none of his goddamned business! Actually, next time, just tell him I'm a lesbian and leave it at that."

Emmett chuckles and shakes his head, then leaps away from the smack I've sent toward the side of his arm, "Better go get your reprimand, Birdie. Eddie boy is wait'in for yah!"

I glance over my shoulder and smirk.

Cullen really is waiting, and he looks even more pissed that I'm the one who is making him wait.

With an annoyed grunt leaving my lips, I toss Emmett my bags, then tell him to do something with the dead bulbs before I march myself across the stage to receive my verbal lashings.

I don't even acknowledge my bosses existence as I make my approach.

Instead, I charge right by him and push the metal door open to head toward the sleeper bus the crew stays on.

I'm a sweaty mess after having been up by the hot lights, so once inside, I start to head to my bunk to grab a clean shirt.

Cullen quickly barks for me to stop walking and sit my ass down.

My legs pause and I slowly start reversing myself into the first seat I come to.

Two other crew members come out from their bunks, but our boss quickly screams at them to get the hell out, and find something to do.

As soon as they're gone, he begins tugging at his hair.

"I don't get it. What is your damn problem with me, Swan?!"

I raise my right brow and force a sigh, "I don't know what you're talking about, Cullen."

Looking down directly into my eyes, he scoffs at my poorly disguised ignorance and takes another step toward me, "You and the others... I know you're their little leader. I'm sick of your bullshit and your jokes. You're either going to respect me, or you're going to be off this tour. I don't care who your father is!"

At the mention of my father, I narrow my stare and stand up from the leather bench.

What the hell does he know about my dad, or even who he is for that matter?

Edward Cullen is just some pretentious, Full Sail University graduate, who doesn't know shit about anything, except for how much debt he's in thanks to all of his stupid student loans.

We're so close now, our toes are practically touching.

The right side of his mouth curls up into an obvious smirk.

A smirk I'd like to smack off his smug face.

"Oh, did that surprise you? Do I have your attention now? Yeah, I know who your dad is. Charlie Swan is a legend in this industry, but I'll fire your pretentious ass if you don't straighten the hell up and start giving me the respect I deserve."

I'm the pretentious one?!

Now that is fucking rich.

I can't lose this job though.

Not after everything I've thrown away for it.

I suck it up and mirror his stance, "Yes, boss."

The tone I've used is not that of a compliant subordinate.

His shoulders drop with exhaustion and his expression softens for a split second before he stiffens again with agitation, "Go line up the cords, Swan. Soundcheck is in five minutes. Jasper needs you in the booth with him tonight."

"Yes, boss."

He's back to breathing fire.

Before he can say anything else, I push my way past him with a hard bump from my shoulder while cursing his name from under my breath.

"You're also on duty for final walk tonight! You know what?! Make that the next three nights!"

I spin back around with my nostrils flaring.

My jaw clenches.

Final walk is the worst job to be assigned because you're always the last to leave the stage and trucks. Meaning you get no real free time to unwind and have a little fun after a hard days work before having to do it all over again.

Bluntly put, at twenty-two years old, I've just been grounded for the next three damn nights of my life by someone my own age.