BPOV

"It's here, finally!"

"What?" Alice asked perplexed at my sudden outburst

"Remember, I applied for the performing arts program at the university. This is the letter. This will decided my fate. If all of my hard work was finally worth it!" I sighed and nervously started to open the letter. The letter that will decide my future. All of my hard work.

"Well, open it!" Alice was jumping up and down pulling on my arm "Wait! Should we wait for Rose, she'll want to know too, right?"

"Wait for me to what? OMG, is that the letter?!"

Rose and Alice were just as excited as I was. They have been my roommates since sophomore year here at school. They have been my rock and my inspiration. They were the ones who insisted I apply for the grad program even though I didn't think I was good enough. They have always been stronger and more confident than I have. Alice was already finished with her fashion design program and working as a buyer for a local boutique. Rose finished first in her automotive engineering class in college and was working to start her own business manufacturing parts for major auto companies. Something she invented using corn and water, I don't know. I was a year behind them so I was terrified I wouldn't get in. What would I do if I didn't? I have been playing piano since I was about five years old. My mom, Renee, insisted I learned. She believed I would be a great concert pianist one day. I wasn't so sure.

"Earth to Bella" Alice shook me out of my daydream, a usual occurrence for me

"Okay, Okay…" I hesitated "I can't do it. What if it says no? Sorry Isabella Swan you suck, never touch a piano again please. What do I do then?! OW, Alice" she did not just hit me

"You're losing it. Open it or give it to me" Don't mess with that pixie when she angry

"Fine" just do it Bella

Dear Isabella Swan

Thank you for your recent request and audition. We would like to invite you to join our graduate music program specializing in piano and performance. Please contact us within 30 days to accept or deny your place. After that time your place will be passed to the wait list…

"OMG! I GOT IN! HA!" I danced, well kinda, around the living room with Alice and Rose, screaming at the top of my lungs. But I am Bella Swan; so naturally, I got caught up in the rug by the couch and fell. Flat. On my face. I was way too excited to care.

"Get UP. We HAVE to celebrate! We're going out!" Rose was pulling me off the ground at that point

"OHH YEAH!! Let's go the new club in town! I have the perfect outfit for you Bella"

"Ahh, Alice, Really? It's not too…Alice, is it?" I know what this means

"Silly Bella, of course not! It so, Bella, improved. Let's go!" Yep, Bella Barbie time

Tossed into my bathroom, fully stocked with all of the most girly things, perfumes, make-up, polishes, creams and potions. All for me, applied by Alice. Left to me, the only thing I would use is my cherry ChapStick. Alice LOVED Bella Barbie time. Whatever, it made her happy, and I would never tell her this, but I did look good afterwards. Rose did my hair, which was her part in my torture. They were both perfect, so my 1-2 hour makeover took them 10 minutes. Tops.

The outfit they chose was actually really cute. I was kinda me, improved. It was knee length and cheetah print with a wide, black corset middle. It has straps so I didn't have to worry about slippage. (link on my page)

Alice wore a very short, purple halter dress with a rope like strap holding it up around her neck, with her short black hair in the pixie spikes she was ready in no time flat.

Rose was stunning, as usual in her signature red. She wore a red mini dress with rhinestone straps. Her hair was straight tonight. Long and full and golden blonde.

"We couldn't get any hotter if we tried" Rose said with a wink in the mirror.

"Where are we going tonight" I asked Alice, this was her idea

"The club is called La Push. It just opened downtown. It's supposed to be hot. Let's go!"

We filed out of the bathroom and grabbed our shoes and headed out the door. We jumped in Rose's BMW and blasted the stereo all the way downtown. After a hideous, yet hilarious, round of bohemian rhapsody, we arrived at La Push. The line was around the block. Not that it matters. When you hang out with veritable supermodels, you get perks. Like getting in clubs, free, no waiting.

It was packed, to say the least. Wall to wall people surrounded the bar and the dance floor. I'm not sure I've ever seen a place so crowed. I could barely move. We found a small booth in the corner and had a seat while we checked out the place. We decided to have a round of cocktails before hitting the dance floor.

"Hi. I'm Jessica. What can I get you?" Our waitress came by but she didn't seem very happy to be here. She was looking us up and down like we stole her best friend or something. I guess Alice and Rose noticed it too.

"Cosmo, extra cherries" Alice said with her usual angel song voice but devil's sneer

"Mojito" Rose barely looked at her. Just waved her away to "fetch" our drinks

"Rum and Coke for me" I smiled at her but she just gave me a "humph" and walked away

"God, what is her problem" I felt a small giggle coming on when I thought about it. Alice and Rose I get, but me? I was about as much a threat to her as a lamb to a lion. She was good looking, no Rose, dirty blonde hair, nice shape, bad attitude. That made her just plain ugly. She could probably get any guy in here that Rose or Alice didn't want. Oh. Maybe that's it. Hate by association. Not the first time.

"I know. Don't like your job honey, quit. Whatever, this is a night for celebration! We're going to have fun if it kills us!"

"Thanks Rose, but I don't want to die on the dance floor. Take it easy on me tonight"

"No doing Bella. You're doing ALL the moves I taught you tonight."

Rose has been trying to teach me to dance for years. Since I turned 21 last year, it has been non-stop, intensive training. Dance boot camp. Random house dance parties have be known to break out in our apartment. Usually coupled by a few beers or shots, but whatever works. I seem to be a little more coordinated with alcohol. Weird, I know. Less inhibitions, I guess.

Jessica, ugh, brought our drinks, finally. We downed those and headed to the dance floor. After a few songs we stated dancing to Metro Station's Shake It. I loved this song because I could really let loose. This is where those dance lessons came in handy. We jumped around and shook everything we had in us.

We started to get hot and went for another round of drinks and a rest. We grabbed a seat at the bar and luckily were able to order from another bartender. Well, not so lucky.

"Ladies. What can I get you" Eww. He looks like slime. His hair was slicked into a fauxhawk and he winked at me. Gross. Where are the normal people in this place?

"Three appletinis" Alice orders for all of us. Good, I didn't want to talk to him at all. No such luck.

He came back with our drinks, mine last of course

"I'm Mike. I've never seen you here before."

"You've been open two weeks"

"Oh. Yeah. Still, I've never seen you before" smooth genius "are you having a good time?"

"Yes" I was, till now

"Good. What are you doing after this? I get off in an hour" did he just wiggle his eyebrows at me. Nasty.

"She coming home with me" Rose got up and grabbed me around the shoulders and kissed me full on the lips. This was serious. We only resorted to this in extreme cases. This was a code red.

"Nice" fuck, he liked it.

"Are you kidding me?!" That was enough; we grabbed Alice and disappeared into the crowd far, far away from the bar. I miss Jessica. Who knew?

We danced for another hour or so and decided to leave. It was nearly two and it had been a long day and night. We headed for the door and in true Bella fashion, I tripped, over nothing. I braced for impact but it never came. Someone caught me. I looked up to thank the stranger but all I could see were the most beautiful piercing green eyes God has ever created.

"T-Thanks" I couldn't breathe. Breathe Bella. In. Out.

"My pleasure" he stared at me like he was reading my soul. I wanted to say more but before I could open my mouth to form a proper word, I was gone. He was gone. Pulled away from my savior and angel. Damn. Thanks girls. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Even those eyes were out of my league. Whatever, who needs that kind of distraction. School is my priority now. But those eyes, my new inspiration.