And you’re high on your high-flyin’ cloud
Wrapped up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you
This time it’s found you
You turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around
And I’m beside you

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*Three months pass after the Twilight auditions, now it is on to pre-production in Oregon, US, where they filmed Twilight.*

Rob’s POV:

I’d promised myself I would contact Kristen before leaving for Oregon, but I couldn’t find a way to do so. She had my number and email too, and she didn’t contact me, so maybe this is just how it goes for the two leads in a movie. You meet at auditions, then again for pre-production, and work on things there. She would know; she’s been a lead in a lot more movies than I have

I got to Heathrow airport early and since I was fasting for the role, I steered clear of all snack and food stands and went straight to my gate. I looked around and saw a bunch of young girls reading Twilight. When I saw the first one, I thought it was just a funny coincidence, but then after that, it seemed like every time I saw a pre-teen girl reading, it was always one of the Twilight books. I intended to read over it on the plane, but I decided I should wait, so I wasn’t the only guy in the history of men to be reading Twilight in a public place.

I slept the entire plane ride there and was greeted at the airport by Catherine, who agreed to pick me up since I had no mode of transportation - I didn’t even have my license renewed for Oregon yet. She saw me before I saw her, so naturally, she screamed my name at the top of her lungs, her voice crackling as it reached it’s climax. I greeted her with a hug and kiss on both of her cheeks.

“What happened to you?” She asked me, feeling around the sides of my body, where I once had a thin layer of body fat. “You are a stick and your hair… Your hair looks AMAZING.” I nervously grabbed a chunk of my hair, confident with the changes that I had made with my body and appearance. “Thank you, I think. I told you I would commit.” I flashed her a smile and she gave me wide eyes. “Wow, and to think, Summit was worried about my casting choice. You are dazzling me!” She laughed her hyena laugh and patted me on the back as we started to walk toward the exit of the airport. We got into Catherine’s big van and headed toward the hotel that the entire cast would be staying at.

“So, have you spoken to Kristen?” She asked me with a weird edge in her tone. “No, not a word. I didn’t know if I should and she didn’t contact me, so after awhile, I figured it was just best that it was a sort of first meeting, like Edward and Bella. I don’t know. I was just looking for excuses. She’s really intimidating.” I gripped the front of my hair and held it back, resting my elbow on the windowsill of the van. “Well, she is at the hotel now, so I expect you two will have a lot of catching up to do.” My stomach turned inside out at the thought. All I could think about was the first time we met, how great everything was, how beautiful she looked, so dainty and fragile. I can’t imagine it could be that good again the second time. “I guess we do” I replied, a little too late.

Catherine and I were silent for the rest of the ride there, listening to the oldies rock coming from the radio.

Kristen’s POV:

I plugged in my headphones and slipped my iPod into the right pocket of my skinny jeans. I gathered the bottom of my shirt to one side and tied it into a knot, then grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair out of my face, into a messy bun a couple of inches above the nape of my neck.

I began unpacking the things from my suitcase. Most people just leave everything in there, but I couldn’t stand living out of a suitcase for months at a time, so it is always a vital step whenever I traveled somewhere to film. Making the place feel like a home away from home made it so much easier to focus on the task at hand.

I arrived to the hotel just an hour or so ago and Catherine left almost immediately after my arrival to pick Rob up from the airport. Knowing that he would be arriving any minute was just one more reason to busy myself with unpacking, not wanting to over think what the first thing I should say or do with him was. I hoped it would be natural, but there is no way to know for sure. Usually I am good at knowing what person is right when I do auditions and this shouldn’t be any different, even though he hasn’t contacted me in months - hopefully the reason for that had nothing to do with a disliking towards me; he seemed to like me just fine.

I finished unpacking and started to zip up my one suitcase. How low maintenance of me, just one suitcase and a guitar for a shoot that would last a few months. I pulled one ear phone out and heard knocking at the side door, the one that connected to the room beside mine. Weird.

I walked over to it and took the chain off the door, then slowly opened it up, a little apprehensive. In front of me stood a well over six foot tall guy who I could barely recognize. Was this Rob? He looked totally different. His face was much leaner, revealing an unreal jaw line that I hadn’t paid attention to in the audition. His hair was longer and a light brown color, as opposed to the black he was sporting at our first meeting. He was wearing a button down shirt with a crazy pattern and the top buttons weren’t done up, revealing little chest hairs. His pants were black and his legs went on forever. Why was I looking at him like this? Ugh, get it together, Kristen, fucking say something.

“Rob.” I giggled a little. Giggling? Really? Ew. What am I doing? “Hey, Kristen” he replied, staring at me. I locked eyes with him and the energy between us felt like it could be cut with a knife. It was probably just me, though. I tend to feel things a little too much. “How have you been? You look…great. Really, really great.” Compliments were necessary, he clearly worked really hard to transform himself into Edward Cullen. “Thanks. I’ve been really good. Can I come in?” I backed away from the door and opened it up completely “Yes, welcome to my lovely hotel room.” It actually was far from lovely, very low key and small. There was a king sized bed, night table, door to the bathroom, two dressers, and one TV.

The second that he stepped inside, I heard knocking at the main door to the room. Fuck, I already know who this is. “Just give me a second.” I walked over to the door and yelled back to him “You can sit down, make yourself comfortable.” He sat down on the bed as I went to open the front door. “Mike, hey, Rob is here.” Mike walked in awkwardly and looked over at Rob on the bed. I turned to Rob, “Rob, this is Mike, Mike this is Robert Pattinson.” They shook hands and exchanged a “Nice to meet you.” Mike continued, though, saying “I’m Kristen’s boyfriend, she failed to mention that.” I smiled awkwardly. Mike was always trying to get a laugh out of people and this wasn’t funny, just strange. I introduced Mike to people all the time, though, and usually never had an issue telling people who he was or what he was to me. “Ok, Mike, why don’t you go hang out with Nikki? We need to go over some things, prepare, you know? This is, you know, pre-production.” I had a little bit of a snap in my tone and I didn’t understand why, but Mike obliged and walked out, down the hall to Nikki Reed’s room.

“Who is Nikki?” Rob asked, completely clueless. I laughed a little “She’s playing Rosalie. Didn’t you get a cast list or something?” I asked sarcastically. “Yeah, I think I did. I know I didn’t look at it, though, and you’re the only one whom I’ve met so far.” He nodded his head. “Do you want to go get coffee?” I nodded and grabbed my coat from beside him on the bed, then we headed out together. “I know a good place right down the street. It’s cold, but we can walk there if you want.” He stood up. “That sounds amazing. I’ll be right back.”

He walked into his conjoining room and then came back in a matter of a minute, wearing a bulky brown leather jacket. “Shall we?” We walked out of the room together, keeping a bit of distance in between us. When we got halfway down the hall, we saw an open door, which was Nikki’s room. “That’s Nikki’s room, want to meet her?” Rob nodded. “I’d love to.” He was so polite, so English. I smiled internally and rapped my fist on the door a couple of times, even though it was already open. “Hey, Nik!” I ran into the room and gave her a huge hug. “Hey, lova!” She kissed the side of my cheek and we stood there, holding hands. “This is RobPattinson.” Rob stood in the doorway for a minute and then shyly walked in. He greeted her in a low voice. Nikki let go of my hand and gave him a hug, making him feel welcome. “Well, aren’t you something to look at?” Rob blushed and laughed “Not really.” He flashed her a smile and I begged to differ, but I stopped myself. “We’ll be spending a lot of time together, Rob, so you better loosen up!” I kneed Nikki lightly on her hip “Sssshhh. Rob is the strong silent type.” Rob made eye contact with me and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he appreciated my interference. “Kristen and I were just getting coffee, did you want to come?” Nikki shook her head. “I was told by Michael that I had to be his entertainment while you two bonded, so I’ll just stay here, but we should go to a bar later or something, yeah?” Rob suddenly perked up “I could definitely use a few beers. Ready, Kris?”

Rob and I walked out, feeling much looser together already. Seeing people with their friends is always a good ice breaker, and Nikki was my best friend. We met through Mike and have been inseparable ever since.

We made our way outside of the hotel and started to walk along the sidewalk, to the coffee shop. “Let’s play twenty-one questions.” Rob said. “I’ll go first.” I suddenly got a little nervous, having no idea what he would ask me. “Where are you from?” Simple enough. “I grew up in the valley, California, you know. Typical, huh? And I’ve lived there my whole life. I would ask you where you’re from, but I’m gonna go ahead and assume it’s England, Catherine told me London, to be exact.” He smiled and nodded.

My turn. “This is really standard, but I don’t even know - how old are you?” He laughed. “No one told you how old I was? I’m twenty-one, I’ll be twenty-two in May.”

“I’m only seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in April. The entire cast is either twenty-one or older, looks like I’ll be staying in by myself at night.” I shrugged, not really caring. “I’m not your typical bar hopping chick anyway.”

“This counts as my question.” Rob began. “So, if your not a ‘bar hopping chick” he quoted me sarcastically “what kind of ‘chick’ are you?” he smiled, then looked at his feet as he walked.

“That is deep.” I laughed. “I, um, read a lot. How boring am I? I listen to music, watch films, I have a lot of pets and am weirdly obsessed with all of them, especially my cat, Jella. Mike is bringing him here after he leaves and comes back again.” I looked over at him when I finished and he was staring at me again, pursing his lips in thought.

“You’re not boring. I am a bar hopping dude, but when it comes down to it, those are some of my favorite things to do.” He was making me feel good about myself. Such a stand up guy.

“ANYWAY, question four. Who is your favorite musician?” I asked, honestly interested. He seemed like someone who would introduce me to different kinds of music.

“Easy. Van Morrison.” He looked confident in his answer, “Oh like that song ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ I think that’s all I’ve heard by him.”

“Really?” He raised his bushy eyebrows and I noticed how thick his eyebrows were for the first time. Back on task, Kristen. “You need to listen to this song, ‘Beside You.’ It’s my favorite song. The one from the New York Sessions. It’s incredible.” I could hear the passion in his voice. “You’ll have to play it for me later when we get back to our room.” … “Our rooms.” I quickly corrected myself.

“I’ll let you hear it, I guess” he smiled. “Question five. I can’t think of anything.” He hesitated in thought. “Why didn’t you call me? Not to sound desperate, I was just wondering why I didn’t hear from you for the time in between our audition and now. I’d like to be friends.” He was so straight forward, so honest.

I didn’t know how to respond. “I was working on a movie, Adventureland, during the audition process and after, so I was pretty busy. Plus, usually…you just get everything set during pre-production. I thought what we had there was solid, nothing really needed any work. I’m really glad that only your physical appearance has changed and we still have the same connection that we had a few months ago.” I smiled at him. “And I’d like to be friends, too.” He smiled, pain in his eyes. I quickly looked away, uncomfortable.

“Do you have any pets?” I asked, lightening the mood. “Yeah, I have a dog called Patty back in London. He’s a family pet, but he’s mostly mine. He’s a little terrier, a real girly dog, but he’s great. I love that dog. I miss him.” I got a little choked up, thinking of how much I love and miss my own pets.

I looked ahead, seeing the coffee shop coming up in the distance. The air was a little foggy and it was starting to drizzle, so I pulled my hood up onto my head and Rob did the same. “It’s so cold. Your turn, question six, buddy.” I elbowed him softly.

“Do you have siblings?”

“Yeah” I answered. “Three brothers. Only one is blood related, but they are all equally my brothers. Cameron, Taylor, and Dana Stewart. Taylor and Dana are brothers, my parents adopted them from a friend. Long story, but they’ve been there almost my whole life, taught me everything I know. Taylor and Cam will probably be around sometime during the shoot, you’ll meet them.” Rob smiled “I’ve got two sisters, Lizzy and Victoria. They’ll come by sometime too.” He said, a smile still spread across his lips.

“Number eight…what are you going to order at the coffee shop?”

“Really, that’s all you got?” He laughed, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “A large black coffee, black is the only way I drink it.”

“Me too.” I answered.

“What is your favorite color?” He asked, laughing. I think he was mocking my simple question with an even simpler one, or maybe he was actually curious.

“I like green and black. I don’t know why, I just do.”

“Green like your eyes.” He said right after I finished. Awkward.

“How did you prepare over these last three months? I’m really impressed with how you changed yourself. Honest.” I looked up at him with big eyes, awaiting his answer.

“I started running, biking, and eating healthy. I was lifting weights a bit, but my beer drinking cancelled that out, so I mostly just burned off all the fat and my hair grew in it’s natural color. That’s it, really.” He shrugged. “Thanks for noticing.” It was impossible not to.

“What are we on, eleven?” he asked. “I think so. I’m kind of losing track.”

“I’ll think of a really good one and ask you after we order.” He smiled and opened up the door to the coffee shop, letting me go in ahead of him. He ordered two large, black coffees for the both of us and got a little pack of mints. “You didn’t have to pay for mine, Rob.” I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable. “I wanted to. Catherine told me you got me this job, the least I could do is buy you a coffee.” It was true, I really did push for him to be Edward. And I am so glad I did.

We sat down at a table away from everyone else in the coffee shop and Rob continued. “Ok, eleven.” He took a sip of his coffee, then looked up at me “What kind of things are you looking forward to shooting? We should probably start talking business, you know” He smirked, taking another sip and I did the same. “I really like when they first meet in the biology lab. None of it was really well written, in the book or the script, but I think there will be a cool energy when it’s brought to life.”

“Yeah, definitely. I think there are some cool things we can do with that. Their interaction could be really cool if we make it really tense and edgy” He laughed at himself when he called Twilight edgy. “Twilight is the furthest thing from edgy.” I laughed, but we can work with it. Change it up a bit. If we try to make it exactly like the book, it will never work.”

“If you could fuck any of the characters, which one would you do?” I laughed, trying to think of my own answer. Probably Eric, the nerdy one. Rob was laughing really hard now, leaning his head back and making a contemplative face. “That little cheerleader one, Jessica. Shut her up.” We were both laughing. I didn’t get a sense of Rob’s humor until now. A good sense of humor will be great to have on set every day, playing these characters who take themselves so seriously all the time.

“Thirteen.” He said, after our laughter calmed down. “How do you think the kissing scenes should be done? I’ve been trying to figure out how they would kiss since it’s so important to the relationship.”

“With their mouths.” I smiled sarcastically. He was staring at my lips, so I pulled the coffee cup up to my mouth and took a drink, trying to give him a hint - stop.

“This is my question. Do you want to start walking back, before it really starts to rain hard?” He nodded and shoved his pack of mints in his pocket. We both grabbed our coffee cups and started to walk out together.

“Will you come out later, with the rest of the cast?” He asked me, pleading. “I don’t know anyone else. It’d be nice if you came, even if you’re not a bar hopping chick.” How could I say no to that? “Sure.”

“Sixteen. What kind of things do you do for fun, leisure?”

“I play guitar. I brought it with me. If there is an open mic tonight; I might play.” Ah, the perfect ultimatum. “Okay, well, I’m not coming tonight unless you play for everyone.” I smiled at him. “Your wish is my command.”

“Cheesy,” I said.

“Whatever.” He replied, laughing.

“Do you smoke?” He asked me, reaching his free hand for his back pocket, taking out a pack of Marlboro Lights. “Yeah, I do. Can I bum?” He handed me a cigarette and lit it up, then put one between his lips and lit it up, slipping the lighter back into his pocket when he was finished. He took a long drag and I watched him. I never found smoking attractive before. We continued smoking and walking, asking questions, talking, sipping our coffee. It was one of the best conversations I’ve had in awhile. Constantly flowing. Even the awkward moments were sweet and simple and passed by him talking more.

Rob was breaking out of his shell and I was helping him. He almost didn’t stop talking now, with me.

We finally made our way back to the hotel and went into our separate rooms, agreeing to meet outside the rooms at ten to go out to a local bar, or as he called it “pub,” with the cast.

Rob’s POV:

I got back in my room and locked the door. I walked over to the bed and there was a note left on it. I opened it up and it was in cursive, it looked like a females handwriting. The note read:

Rob,

In case you’ve forgotten, it’s room 204. My phone number is 420-670-8890. I’ll be seeing you tonight.

Nikki

She drew a heart next to her name. What the fuck? Was she into me or something? I didn’t really get that vibe when we met, but I’ve never been good at judging if a girl is attracted to me or not, so I guess it wasn’t out of the question.

I placed the note back down on the bed and started to unbutton my shirt, then slipped it off and took off the rest of my clothing. I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the hotel shampoo and body soap and placed them inside the small shower. I put the water dial until it was burning hot and lathered up my body and hair with soap, then just stood in the hot water, relaxing my muscles after walking out in the cold for so long. I started to think about Kristen, right next door. Just a wall in between us. A very thick, sound proof wall, I hope. I wondered if Michael was in there now. I was so proud of myself for refraining from asking her about him today. It was best if I just pretended like he didn’t exist. I couldn’t really see us becoming friends, but I also didn’t want to make it obvious that I didn’t like him very much. He seemed like scum and I had only met him for a few minutes. I don’t know what it was about him, but something irked me. Maybe it was just jealousy and he was a really good guy. Kristen obviously sees something in him, so he can’t be that bad. Fuck, I really hope he doesn’t go tonight. Why was he here anyway? This was time for the cast to bond. Were him and Kristen really that inseparable that they couldn’t spend a little time apart? That’s annoying. Couples like that are always so affectionate and to themselves, but Kristen didn’t seem to be that way with him. I hope she didn’t start that shit tonight. I might walk out.

I finished rinsing off my body, then stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hips. I went into the other room and got a razor and shaved my face, but not too close, leaving a little bit of stubble. I took the hair gel from my bag and squeezed out a very small amount onto my fingertips, then worked it through my hair carelessly until it was standing up in some spots and falling down in others. Messy and untamed looking, as always.

I dropped the towel and put on a pair of boxer briefs, then grabbed my guitar out of it’s case and laid down on the bed, propping my back up with some pillows. I started to strum the guitar slowly, getting into a rhythm, trying to figure out what I should play later. Kristen and I talked about ‘Beside You’ and she wanted to hear it and I knew how to play it, so that was the winner.

Time started to tick by quickly as I practiced the song I loved so much. I started singing along with it, getting into the music. If all I could listen to for the rest of my life was ‘Beside You’ or anything Van Morrison, I would be happy.

Kristen’s POV:

I got back to the room and collapsed on the bed, next to Mike, who was already napping. I set the alarm on my phone to let me sleep for two hours and it was the quickest two hours of my life. Planes always made me so exhausted. I got up slowly and quietly, not wanting to wake Mike up.

I took a shower and then put on a Clash t-shirt, skinny jeans, an American Apparel blue sweatshirt, and a heavy jacket. I slipped my TOMS on and grabbed the hotel key, then headed out the door. It was only nine-thirty, so I was a little early, but I wanted to be out there just in case Rob came out early.

I saw Nikki waiting outside her room and waved her over. “Nikki! Rob will be out of his room at ten, unless you want to get him with me now?” She started to walk towards me with a devlish looking smile on her face. She was laughing. I stood there confused. “What are you laughing at?”

“Before, Mike and I went into your room, and the door to Rob’s room was hanging open, so I left a note on Rob’s bed with my number and room number on it.” Her smile was even bigger now. “Um, why?” I asked her, kind of pissed off. This was sure to make things on set weird. I know everyone hooks up when it’s a huge young cast, but Rob didn’t seem like the type and I didn’t even want to think about it.

“Because he’s hot!” She quickly answered. “Well, yeah, I mean, if you’re into that sexy mysterious schtick.” I rolled my eyes, growing more and more agitated.

“Who isn’t?” True, I guess. Girls always go for that type of thing. Mike was never like that for me, though. We started out as friends and it grew into something more when we were smoking weed one night. Revelations always happen when you’re high. This reminds me…”Yeah, ok, whatever. Keep me updated with yours and Rob’s status. But anyway, do you have any weed we can smoke tonight? I need to let out a little steam.”

“Mike has some.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to wake him up. You don’t have any?” I asked again.

“Yeah, I got some shit. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok” I watched her walk away, then quickly spun around when I heard Rob’s door knob wiggle, facing it.

“Someone showered. The clean thing works for you.” I smiled as he looked up, following my voice. We made eye contact and he smiled back at me. “Mike is asleep and Nikki is getting us weed, do you smoke?” I noticed the guitar in his hand now as he stepped completely out of the room, shutting and locking his door.

“Occasionally. I might need it tonight. I haven’t done an open mic in awhile.” I was happy he kept his word, but stayed silent. Nikki came back not even a minute later, stuffing a plastic bag into her purse. “Ready?” She beamed at Rob and it made me vomit in my mouth a little bit. I looked to Rob and raised my eyebrows, then began walking towards her.

Nikki knocked on three other doors and Kellan, Ashley, and Jackson came walking out shortly after the knocks. “Hey, guys. I’m Kristen Stewart.” I hadn’t met any of them yet except for Kellan when he tried out for Edward. We all exchanged embraces, introducing ourselves. Everyone seemed to be getting along great and Rob had everyone laughing within a few minutes of meeting each one. I don’t know how he did it, but his weird sense of humor was so funny.

Kellan offered to call the cabs and they arrived in front of the hotel in record time. I got into one with Jackson, Rob, and Nikki. Most of the conversation consisted of Jackson and Rob talking about music. It was so obvious how passionate and into music Rob was and that earned him so many points in my book. Nikki also chimed in, being quite the music buff. I stayed silent most of the time, observing. Nikki always talked enough for everyone, so there really wasn’t a lot to be said.

When we got to the bar, Rob came around from the front seat and swung open the cab door for me. Jackson and Rob split the cost of the cab, giving the girls a free ride. What gentlemen. I started to walk in next to Rob and I nudged him in the side. “You’ll be great.” I turned my lips up at the corners into a smile and then looked down.

We got inside and I looked at the time. It was already ten forty-one. I needed to blaze, so I walked over to Nikki and grabbed the plastic bag out of her purse while she was talking to some guy she met at the bar. Inside of it were three joints, some rolling paper, and more weed.

I looked around and saw Rob standing, talking to Ashley and Jackson in the corner. “Rob” I called out, then wiggled my hand in a motion for him to come here. He smirked at me and shook his head, saying no. I nodded and continued to motion him to come here. “I have weed.” I mouthed to him from across the bar. Suddenly, him, Ashley, and Jackson all started to walk towards me. Mission accomplished.

We went outside and sat down on the ground, hiding ourselves behind a bench and some shrubs. I lit up one joint and passed it to Rob after taking a puff. I let the smoke come out of my mouth slowly, watching it as it filled the air around me. I could feel Rob watching me too as he took a drag and then passed it along to Ashley. “Where is Nikki?”

“Who cares?” I snapped, not realizing.

“Aren’t you and Nikki like best friends or something?” Jackson asked me.

I laughed “Yeah, I was kidding. I’m going to go get her.” I didn’t really want to, but I knew she would be mad if we didn’t include her in smoking her own weed.

I came back with Nikki and, of course, she sat right in between Rob and I. I didn’t get mad, though, since I was starting to feel the buzz. Plus, it was expected. The joint came back to me and I took a really long drag, then passed it to Nikki. I leaned forward and blew the smoke in a ring, then laughed and the breath of my laughter fucked it up.

“Have you guys ever thought about how, like, the world spins, but we never get dizzy?” Ashley asked.

“No.” Everyone said in unison, then began laughing hysterically. Kellan joined us, but just sat there, deciding not to smoke. He said our conversation topics were enough amusement for him.

“Rob, are you ready to play? I’m ready for you.” I blinked, staring at him, as I felt everyones eyes on me, realizing how that statement sounded. “The guitar, ass holes! Play his guitar. God.” Everyone started laughing, and I started to laugh, too. Rob’s laugh seemed guarded; he was looking down at his guitar on his lap.

“Would it be cool if I just played out here for you guys instead of everyone in the bar? There’s not many people in there anyway.” Rob asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I answered, solely. I was the one who asked him to play, anyway.

Rob wrapped his guitar strap around his arm and grabbed the pick out of the strings. He started to strum, making sure it was in tune. “I’m gonna play the song I was telling you about earlier, Kristen.” I smiled at Rob and everyone looked at me, especially Nikki, but I ignored them.

“Little jimmy’s gone way out of the back streets” He began singing and playing and the sound of his voice with the guitar music, one of the greatest sounds in the world, along my buzz was almost too much. It was beautiful. Heartbreaking. His voice carried so much emotion throughout the entire song and my eyes were tearing before he was even half way through. Everyone was amazed, watching him, but he didn’t look up once. His self consciousness was getting the best of him, but it was an amazing thing to watch someone so good be so self conscious of it. He had absolutely no idea how great he was at singing and playing and that made him even better.

He finished the song with the “never, never wonder why at all,” raising his voice up and down in perfect timing. I had never heard the song sung by anyone but him, but it sounded like I didn’t even need to. This had to be better than the original. When he was singing the last line, it looked almost like he was crying too. Or at least tearing, like myself. Everyone was completely encompassed in his performance and we all started to clap and Kellan stuck his fingers in his mouth and gave a whistle.

I really did see the cast becoming closer, like a team. Everyone was encouraging and loving towards each other and it had barely been a day.

Nikki leaned into Rob when he finished and whispered something in his ear, then kissed him on his cheek. He blushed nervously, smiling and then looked at her, then to everyone else and said “Thanks.” He placed the guitar on the floor and we lit up another joint, enjoying the rest of the night with our new family.