An idea I came up with a while ago. I totally scrapped the original one, it was BAD! Hope you like it. Pwale, deal.

"You're making us do WHAT?"

The others were not taking this well. It had all started as a simple idea. A form of bonding between all the various mythological creatures and humans in the Forks region because of all the tension around here. I remember when I was little I always loved a short summer camp I would do before visiting Charlie. We used to do a thing called "Bunk Bonding" where we'd sit in a circle in our bunks and just talk, or complain, or play games. But my favorite thing would be when we, late at night, would have a Sing-Off.

What's a Sing-Off? Well that's basically the "American Idol" of camp, and is the same thing as a Talent Show. We'd have a few judges; usually the counselors and we would perform acts. Then the judges would judge us, and when they chose a winner the winner would get a special treat from the cafeteria the next morning. It was a lot of fun and I thought it would be a great idea to establish here in Forks. What better way to make everyone appreciate the others? Well I had gathered everyone here at the high school, the Pack, the Cullens, and a few of my friends from school. We were sitting in the auditorium; the principal had been kind enough to let me borrow it, and I told them what we were going to do. Notice I said "told". I gave them no room to maneuver, they were going to do this and they were going to be happy.

"I am sick and tired of all the arguments and fights everybody gets into," I explained to them. "This was one of the greatest ways to get to know each other and have fun when I was in camp and I want you all to do it with me. I'm positive you will all enjoy it." I smiled imploringly at them, trying to get them to stop glaring at me. Edward stood next to me and I could tell that he also wanted them to stop glaring at me, even if it was for an entirely different reason.

"Don't let the name confuse you, you don't have to just sing! You could act, do a comedy routine, dance, acrobatics, read a poem or story, give a speech on a important topic, or just give a monologue about how when you were five your stuffed bunny, Bunny, magically flew out the window and got caught in your father's riding lawnmower's blade and was, therefore, hacked to pieces."

Jacob shot out of his seat screaming, 'BELLA! You promised you would never tell anyone!" Everyone burst out laughing. Quil tugged on Jake's sleeve and whispered loud enough that everyone heard, "Dude, she didn't squeal on you, you gave yourself away." Jake turned very red and sat down.

I smiled at Jake reassuringly as Carlisle raised his hand. I nodded for him to talk.

"When would this Talent Show be, Bella?" he asked politely. He does everything politely, if you've ever noticed. I smiled.

"That's a very good question, Carlisle. It starts as soon as we wrap this up."

A flurry of protests accompanied that. Rosalie was shouting something about how she wasn't dressed to perform, Quil didn't want to do this, Jessica needed to go shopping, Mike needed to get to work, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I waited until the protests died down before I started to talk again.

"I know you all have things you'd rather be doing, but if you don't do this for me I will personally make your lives living hell. I don't want any more fights between the groups, so if you are all done protesting I will give you the information."

No one said a word, at least, nothing I could hear anyways. I nodded to them.

"Good. Now for the judges I have picked three of the parents. The judges will be Billy, Charlie, and Esme. Mr. Bechtold has kindly agreed to run any lighting and music we may need. As for costumes we have both costume closets available to us, as long as we return them to the state they were in before we entered them." I looked around as everyone nodded, if a little wary.

"Now, the order in which we are going to perform is as follows. Carlisle, you are to be our first act. I hope you don't mind." He smiled and murmured something that sounded like "not at all."

"Quil, you will go next, then Jessica, then Emmett," I rambled down the list. I would be going second to last, before Edward and after Jacob. After I finished I waved for people to get ready.

This was going to be great.

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Mr. Bechtold is a teacher at my school. HE IS GREAT!!!

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