A/n: I own nothing all recognizable characters and songs belong to their respective owners.

Summary: 1950s Forks, Washington. Isabella is an up and coming singer at 'The Twilight Lounge'. AH. Inspired by a manip made by the lovely Arc Morpheus.

"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to The Twilight Lounge. I would like to introduce our very lovely singer of the evening; a personal favorite of mine, Isabella Swan."

The crowd erupted in applause as the spotlight was trained on to me; I gathered the bottom of my dress in my right hand and smiled as I walked over to the microphone.

"Thank you everyone, it's lovely to see all of you again. Thank you for coming out. The first song that I'm going to sing is "Penny in my pocket."

The crowd clapped but before I could start singing my piano player slammed his hands down on the keys and I turned around to look at him. We had gotten into an argument earlier and I knew he was going to make me pay for this.

"Change of program. If I didn't care"

I sighed, how could he do this to me? He knew how I really felt about him but it was hard for me to tell him because I didn't want to lose him if we got into a fight. We've been best friends since we've been children, I wouldn't be able to live my life without him in it. The crowd's applause was more energetic this time as the lights dimmed. I placed my hands on the microphone, took a deep breath, smiled and started the song.

If I didn't care more than words can say

If I didn't care would I feel this way?

If this isn't love then why do I thrill?

And what makes my head go 'round and 'round

While my heart stands still?

If I didn't care would it be the same?

Would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name?

And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?

Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?

If I didn't care honey child, mo' than words can say. If I didn't

care baby, would I feel this way? Darlin' if this isn't love, then why do I thrill so

much? What is it that makes my head go 'round and 'round while my heart just stands

still so much ?

If I didn't care would it be the same?

Would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name?

And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?

Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?

All through the song, all I could think of was Garrett and I, all the fun we've had together and how I knew he was truly the only man that loved me out of everyone else. I was so emotional; I turned to look at him with tears in my eyes. I shook my head telling him that I couldn't continue but he kept on play. I turned back to the microphone but before I can sing another line, Garrett started to sing.

If I didn't care would it be the same?

Would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name?

I turned to look at him and I knew that in just those few lines, he was telling me that he would love me forever. That I was his only one and he would wait for me, forever. I turned back to the microphone and joined him for the last two lines of the song.

And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?

Would all this be true if I didn't care for you?

When the song ended, I turned to glance at him and saw the smile on his face. He knew what I was thinking; I didn't react but turned back to the audience who were applauding loudly. I smiled, curtsied and after taking a sip of my drink, I waited for Garrett to start up the music for the song that I was going to start off my set with.

Once I was finished my set; which consisted of six songs, I went back to my dressing room to change out of my dress. As I was brushing out my hair, I thought of what I was going to say to Garrett. I decided that I was going to throw caution to the wind and tell my Garrett how I feel about him, even though I knew, that he knew my feelings. I needed to have them said and out in the open.

There was a knock on my dressing room door and I knew without a doubt that it was Garrett. I stood up and went to answer the door; he stood there looking as handsome as ever. He smiled at me and I gestured for him to enter. He walked passed me and went over to the drink cart, he poured us some bourbon on the rocks. He passed me one of the glasses which I accepted happily, Garrett took a seat on my couch and I sat on the pouffe that was in front of my mirror.

"I think we need to have a talk sweetheart." Garrett commented.

"Yes, we do." I agreed after taking a sip of my drink.

A/n: So, I'm still dealing with college as well as trying to break through my writer's block. This is only going to be a drabble fic and I don't know how often I'll get to update but I hope that you'll stick around. Yes, part of this story was taken from the movie "Miss. Pettigrew Lives for a Day" I love Lee in that movie and I love when he sang, it was so awesome. This chapter is unbeated, so any mistakes are all on me.