"Oh, God," Jasper muttered under his breath, dropping the guitar and fleeing back to the couch, and I immediately understood why he would react in such a way—Carlisle had leapt on top of the toy guitar and was stroking its neck gently, murmuring things that we couldn't hear. Emmett was searching for the game console—something different than XBOX; Playstation II—but was noticing the noises Carlisle was making, occasionally looking over his shoulder and giving us amused glances.

"What are you doing?" Carlisle asked nervously as Emmett took the guitar from his hands.

"Chill out, Carlisle," he soothed, "I'm just plugging it in. Do you want to go first?"

Carlisle seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, please."

"Okay, that's fine." Emmett took to plugging the guitar in, turned the console on, and we watched as it jumped to life.

I leant over and whispered to Jasper, "What do you do in this one?"

He shrugged his shoulders and asked Emmett to toss him the case for the game. As we read it, I felt my senses ignite—just press a bunch of buttons and pretend to play the guitar. This was certainly something I could beat Carlisle at, if not Emmett; and there was no possible way for Jasper to shoot me in this one.

"This is only Guitar Hero II," Emmett informed us, still glancing at Carlisle oddly, "so there aren't that many great songs. However, I'm sure we can seriously kick some booty at this… all it takes is a bit of hand-eye coordination, and rhythm. I already downloaded all the bonus songs, I can't remember when, though."

But Carlisle was already into it. He'd chosen a song from a section affectionately titled Face-Melters Encore; "Free Bird," by Lynyrd Skynyrd, one of my favorites by them. He put it on expert, and I felt my excitement build—how much disappointment could one three-hundred-year-old vampire take?

The song began, and any doubt I'd ever had in Carlisle immediately evaporated.

His fingers flew across the fake guitar, and he managed to stand up and jam out while he did it. The screen flew by as he matched every single mark on the screen with the tab on the guitar, and my mouth dropped. How much free time did the damn vampire have?

Jasper leant over and tapped on my shoulder, and I turned and met his eyes. "What the hell?" he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Carlisle jerked the guitar one way and the onscreen crowd exploded into cheers. "Daaaaaamn!" Emmett whistled appreciatively, and then, with a wicked glint in his eye, stood in the way of the TV, looking proud.

It took him moments more than Jasper and I to realize that Carlisle still hadn't messed up once.

The song continued as we stared, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, as our father shredded the daylights out of arguably the hardest song on Guitar Hero II, on expert. When it was finally finished, and Carlisle was done rocking and reliving his glory days, we discovered that he'd literally flawlessly completed the song, half of it with Emmett obscuring his view.

We didn't speak when he returned to his spot on the couch, leaving the guitar on the floor in front of it. He turned to us, but we were still speechless.

Emmett began to clap from behind Jasper and I, and slowly, the two of us picked up, still awed.

Carlisle laughed. "Oh, come on, I'm not that old."

We didn't speak.

"I want to go next!" Emmett screamed, and jumped for the guitar.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Jasper exclaimed, and jumped on top of it first, rolling out of the way and darting behind the couch. Emmett followed quickly, leaping on top of our brother and tumbling with him across the room.

Carlisle and I watched calmly, if not with amusement.

"You girl!" Emmett shouted at Jasper, and began to pull his hair.

Jasper scooted away from him and batted him easily with the guitar. From the bookshelf, he threw a giant dictionary at his brother's head. "PANSY!" he retorted, and slid underneath the piano, which is where I had to draw the line.

"HEEEEY!" I shouted, and jumped up, standing between them with my hands outstretched. "WHEN YOU GO NEAR THE PIANO, I THREATEN YOUR LIVES." The silence that filled the room was nice, and I calmed down a bit. "There is a way to solve this."

Carlisle stood up and came beside me. "Precisely. Whoever can answer the question correctly gets a cookie."

I turned and stared at him.

"Oh, right, sorry—gets to play first."

I nodded. "And the question is…"

Carlisle thought for a moment. "What is?"

Emmett began to rub the top of his head, and Jasper put a finger to his lips. "What… is?" he turned the question over his head, it seemed. Carlisle's thoughts simply read I have no clue in hell, and Emmett was thinking along the lines if word structure, while Jasper took a more… philosophical route.

"I think what isn't would be a better question, no? What is… everything is. Is is existence; is is living."

Carlisle turned to Emmett. "What is?" he muttered. "Is… is… something everyone is, or something everyone needs…" he looked up at Carlisle from his place on the floor. "Umm… bread."

Jasper jumped in. "Apples!"

"Very small rocks!" Emmett countered.

"Cider!"

"Gravy!"

"Cherries."

"Mud—"

"Churches!"

"LEAD! LEAD!"

I raised a palm and looked at all three of them. "A duck."

Carlisle looked at me and nodded. "Exactly. So, logically…"

"If she weighed the same as a duck…" Emmett said, and he and Jasper looked at each other, and I took this as my opportunity to sneak away and man the guitar, "… she's made of wood?"

"And therefore…"

"A WITCH!" Jasper shouted, and pointed to me, flying over the side of the couch and grabbing onto my head.

"JASPER!" I roared, "CUT IT OUT! I'm in the middle of a game!"

I'd picked "Surrender" by Cheap Trick, one of the easier songs, and set it on easy. I was very, very surprised when I found I could hardly struggle through even the beginning of the song—my hands did not want to move on the tabs, though they were quick piano fingers. Eventually, I gave up, and chose a different song.

"Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses. That sounded promising enough—another one of my favorite songs from olden days. It was in section four of eight—Thrash and Burn Encore—and I set it on expert, just to challenge myself.

I flew through the song easily, earning appreciative glances from Jasper and Emmett. Carlisle merely scoffed. I frowned at him.

"MYYYYY TUUUUUURN!" Jasper shouted, snagged the guitar from me, and picked "Crazy on You" by Heart.

He set it on expert as well, but found that he struggled worse than I had. "Wait, what the hell? My fingers don't want to move." He looked down at his left hand. "This feels wrong…"

"Oh," Carlisle perked up, looking at Jasper. "You're a lefty, right? You have to put it on lefty flip." He shut the song off and, with skill, navigated through the game. He changed a setting and gave the guitar wordlessly back to Jasper. Jasper found "Crazy on You" again and started the song.

He blew through it like it was second nature. "I'm a lefty, and I'm proud," he said, grinning as he got 100 on the game.

"Pff, you're all noobs," Emmett scoffed, and chose "Free Bird" on expert just as Carlisle had. However, the song was still on lefty flip, and he didn't know this.

He managed on the lefty setting, doing just as good as Carlisle had done, with the handicap of the lefty flip. However, when he reached the end, he screwed up wonderfully, and got so frustrated that he slammed the guitar on the ground and began to throw a tantrum like a four-year-old.

"NOT FAIR!" he shouted, and if he could've been crying, he would've been, "NOT FREAKING FAIR! I JUST WANTED TO BEAT CARLISLE AT SOMETHING FOR ONCE! AND NOW I HAVE TO LOSE BECAUSE OF STUPID JASPER AND THE STUPID LEFTY FLIP. GOD JAPSER, I HATE YOU SO MUCH! NOT. FAAAAIIR!"

Next to me, Carlisle stifled his laughter with a cough. "What's next?" he questioned, clearly hiding his despair for the loss of the guitar.

"What's this thing?" I asked, pointing to a large box that said Rock Band on it.

Jasper squealed—holy shit, not him too—and flew over to the box. "OHMIGOD! I LOVE THIS GAME!" he tore the box open, and began to set it up. I felt myself shudder with excitement as I saw the microphone.

Here's my own Guitar Hero story: I'm a lefty, and I'm proud. However, I do most things with my right hand. I write with my left, eat with my left, cut with scissors with my left, and do a few other routine things with my left. However, I bat righty, field hockey righty… all that stuff. So, I was playing Guitar Hero as a righty, and failed. Then I discovered the land of lefty flip… I heard the bells on that day.

If anyone can name what movie I quoted in here—which I do not own—you get cookies.

REVIEWSKI, Demigods.

OH AND BY THE WAY. Only like two of you read the fucking story like I said to… so you all suck. ): Just kidding… but THOSE OF YOU who didn't read it, you're not a Demigod any longer. I could list off USERNAMES, but I WON'T, because I don't want to embarrass you guys.

By the way part dos… I was cast as Gabriella in High School Musical. I don't really like HSM, but it's exciting anyway :D So that means… slightly slower updates; my apologies!