A/N: A little introduction - I wasn't sure about posting this story here because it isn't about Twilight at all really, but I've seen other non-Twilight stories about Rob here so why not...This is the first time I've ever shared a story I've written publicly. This, like most of the stories I come up with, was inspired by a dream I had. And the song I Caught Myself by Paramore also provided a great deal of inspiration for this story so that's why I named it Caught Myself. Enjoy.

I've lived in LA all my life and my father is 'in the biz' so it comes as a shock to people when I tell them I have no interest in being an actress or a model or a director or any of that shit. No, I don't have a head shot and no, I don't have a screenplay for you to read. Yes, I'm aware you've heard of my father, so has everyone else on the planet. That probably makes me sound a little bitter. I'm not... not anymore anyway.

I've gone through a wide range of emotions when it comes to being a Sterling. Of course as a child I didn't really know what it meant. It wasn't until I was 11 years old that I realized the people in movies and magazines didn't go over to everyone's house for dinner like they did mine. Even in LA, not everyone lived like that. In my teens I learned to use my name to my advantage. By 16 I could get into any club and have anything I wanted with 5 simple words: 'My daddy is Steve Sterling.' I had some crazy times, got into a lot of trouble too. By the time I was 18 Daddy Sterling was tired of footing the bill for my mistakes. He threatened to cut me off, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction so I beat him to the chase and cut myself off.

I moved to Vegas, of all places, to get my life together. I went by Alli Smith there. Original, right? I just wanted to prove I didn't need my dad's name to get the things I wanted out of life. And I did that, but it only took a couple of years for me to realize what I actually wanted was my old life, well parts of it. No one was more shocked by that revelation than me. I had always hated pretty much everything about the whole Hollywood scene. The greed, the corruption, everyone thinking they're better than everyone else...kind of like politics only with more plastic surgery. But something was drawing me back to that life, for reasons I didn't really know, but I went with it. I packed up my newly acquired best friend, Eden, and we headed to LA.

I was a little surprised that my dad welcomed me back with open arms. We had barely even spoke during my 2 years in Vegas, but he was thrilled to have me home. Understanding even. Like he knew I had some things to prove to myself before I would take the path he wanted. That path was being his protege and eventually taking over the family business...a talent agency, Sterling Entertainment. So I let daddy take me under his wing and now, at 24, I'm the 2nd best talent agent on the west coast. Only the old man can do it better.

I still despise the scene and take part in it only when my job forces me to...or when Eden drags me into if for her job. Eden is the only person I've ever heard of that studied journalism extensively and yet actually wants to work for the gossip rags. It's her passion I guess. Her passion lands us both far too close to the very reason I hate the scene far too often. Tonight would be one of those occasions. Eden had gotten word that a very in demand actor who was in town shooting a movie had plans to go out tonight. That meant Eden had plans to go out, track him down and hopefully catch him doing something scandalous. Why these plans had to involve me I don't know. At least Eden had given me a little warning this time. She usually didn't because she knew I'd likely throw myself in front of a bus just to get out of it. Actually that idea sounded pretty damn tempting... too late though. I was already all dolled up, a rarity for me even though I do enjoy showing off my non-Hollywood look. Short, pale, brunette with natural breasts. Pretty much the opposite of everyone else in LA. I have the thin thing going for me, but that's about it. Might as well make the most of the evening.

I met up with Eden at her new apartment. She had lived with me for her first 2 years in LA, but just last month she landed a big job and felt it was time to spread her wings a little. It was bittersweet for me. Having her slightly farther away meant she'd drag me out less often, but her company was greatly missed on my lonely evenings at home. She bounded to the door to greet me, her mess of curly red hair bouncing wildly around her, and engulfed me in an excited hug. Then we were off.

There was always a method to Eden's madness. I'll give her that, she had this celebrity chasing down to a science. She would study the desired target for the evening, find out their interests and likes and dislikes, and then compile a list of hot spots that pertained to those things. We'd start at the hottest spot 1st, where the always wanting to be seen famous person was most likely to be, and then work our way down the list. Tonight's target, for example, wasn't only an actor, but a 'musician' too so Eden picked the clubs and bars where there might be live music to suit his taste and that's where we went.

I was pleasantly surprised when it looked like his tastes might be close enough to my own that I wouldn't dread every single place we walked into. The 1st place we went to had a pretty kick ass live band that I could have really enjoyed, but the target was nowhere to be seen so Eden insisted we move on. The 2nd place was even better. A little more off the radar than the typical celeb hang out. I only saw a few faces I recognized... and luckily one of those faces belonged to the target so I was about to stay and enjoy this band. Slightly mellower than the first, but still good none the less.

Eden had a rule about us both keeping a distance from her targets, not that I ever had any desire to speak to any of them. Taking her rule into account, I always opted to sit at the bar. The targets either have private tables or were dancing on tables or fucking strangers in the bathroom or something. I was always safe at the bar... until tonight. The target took a seat across the bar after Eden and I had already settled in so we didn't bother moving, just played it cool. At least Eden would have a front row seat if a story happened to break.

The target really had no business being back at the bar, it looked like he'd had more than enough to drink already. His cheeks were glowing red, his bronze hair was a disheveled mess and his eyes were so heavy he could barely keep them open. To Eden's disappointment he was alone, but she was hopeful that he'd notice the group of blonde bimbos drooling over him and do something note worthy about it. As the minutes ticked by the drooling blondes got braver. One by one they would approach him and he would turn them each away as kindly as possible. He just wasn't taking the bait.

After an hour of the revolving door o' blondes Eden was discouraged and just about to call it a night, but then suddenly her face lit up and I knew the target had finally noticed someone. But there was also a hint of shock to her face and that wasn't something I saw often. Was he deciding to take all the blondes who were still hanging around? Was it a dude that finally caught his eye? I turned quickly in my seat just in time to see him start walking my way. It wasn't a gaggle of blondes or a dude, it was me. The target was locked on me.