Emmett, alone in the middle of the forest: Can you hear the drums Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this. In the firelight, Fernando! You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar.
Emmett (flinging himself to the ground for dramatic effect, knowing full well no one is watching): Fernandoooooo!
Meanwhile at the Cullen Residence
Bella: Where’s Emmett?
Everyone, in unison: It’s ABBA night.











