I was asleep when Charlie came home sometime in the early hours of the morning. Edward, who had stayed the night with me, woke me up to tell me Charlie was home.
“Can you hear him trying to sneak up to his room?” he chuckled.
I could indeed. Charlie was trying to be ever so quiet yet failed miserably. He fell up the stairs several times and slammed open his bedroom door. I heard him curse loudly as he fell yet again.
“Is he drunk?” I was wide awake as Charlie’s lack of balance scared me. He and I could both see in the dark pretty well because of our enhanced abilities. Charlie shouldn’t have fallen up the stairs unless he was really stupid.
“He might be just a little intoxicated,” Edward said, laughing.
I groaned and got out of bed. My father, the Police Chief of Forks, drunk and falling about was unimaginable. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Charlie drunk. He drinks of course, but not enough that he thinks Superman and tries to jump off buildings to fly. It was weird. As I walked to his room a memory came to me. A memory of a time in England with my mother.
I was fourteen or so. My mum was only just dating Darren. They weren’t in a proper relationship yet, just seeing each other couple times a week. Going out for dinner or to the cinema. She had been out with him that night and she was totally pissed. Out of her head. Darren, the gentleman he was, had driven her home and walked her to her door. I was in my bedroom, sleeping because it was far too late for me to be still awake and it was a school night. I heard the front door open and bounce off the wall. The noise woke me up and for an instant I thought the house was being burgled. I jumped out the bed and reached under it for the baseball bat Charlie had once long ago given me for a present. I held it tightly in my hands waiting for another sound. I only heard Sarah’s drunken laughter.
“I’ve probably woken Michaela,” she giggled loudly. “Oh dear!”
I sighed when I knew it was her. I put the bat back under the bed and crawled back under the blankets hoping to fall asleep soon.
“Michaela?” I heard Darren ask, confused.
“Didn’t I tell you I had a daughter?” Sarah giggled again. “Oops. I guess I forgot.”
I shook my head under my blanket. She always forgot to tell the men she dated that she had a daughter.
“Would you like to meet her?”
“No,” Darren said quickly. “She’ll be asleep, it’s fine. I’ll meet her another time.”
“Michaela!” She shouted regardless. “Come and meet Darren!”
“No, Sarah, honestly. Just leave her. I’ll meet her tomorrow.”
“Michaela!!”
I groaned and got out of bed. I trudged down the stairs to the front room where my mother stood half inside the front door. She was dressed as always in a short skirt and revealing top. Her handbag hung loosely on her shoulder. It threatened to fall off her shoulder because she couldn’t stand still.
“Yes, Mum?” I yawned to show her I was asleep before she shouted.
She swayed on the spot and Darren quickly grabbed her elbow to steady her.
“This is Darren.” She pointed to him but it was misjudged and she hit thin air. “Darren, this is Michaela.”
She waved in my direction. Darren looked at me apologetically and I smiled politely back.
“I’ve heard so many nice things about you,” Darren lied, smiling fully. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“I’m sure you have,” I smiled wider, knowing he’d lied. “But I haven’t heard anything about you.”
Darren’s smile faltered and he glanced at my mother. My mother smiled at both of us, completely unaware of what was going on.
“I’ll take care of her,” I told him. “I usually do when she’s in this state. Her date never brings her back the way she left. Bye.”
I grabbed Sarah and pulled her into the front room. Darren stepped back and I shut the door in his face. I had taken an immediate dislike to Darren. He’d lied to me. The first sentence out of his mouth had been a lie. He couldn’t say ‘hi’ or ‘nice to meet you’. No. He chooses to say he’s ‘heard a lot about me’ which I know isn’t true. She has never told any of the men she has dated she has a daughter.
Sarah looked confused for a second. She looked at the door, probably wondering where Darren had gone then she looked at me.
“Hi honey,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Did you have a nice night?”
“It was great,” I lied. Nice night in all by myself. Wonderful.
“Good,” she said, nodding too much.
She stumbled over nothing and I pulled her back straight.
“How about you go to bed?” I said, walking her to the stairs. “You can sleep off the booze.”
“I haven’t had anything to drink, I’ll have you know!” She wagged her finger at me but her eyes were unfocused. “But I will go to bed and sleep.”
It was on the last stair she fell over. She tumbled backwards down the stairs and stopping in a tangled heap at the bottom. I stood frozen at the top, my eyes wide with horror. I couldn’t breathe and my mind stopped working out of panic and fear. Sarah was in a broken mess at the bottom of the stairs. A small trickle of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth and more blood was oozing from a wound on her head.
Then her mobile phone rang. A shrill ringing sound that broke through my fear and startled me. I descended the stairs slowly and pulled the phone from her bag that lay at her head.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Sarah, I can’t find my wallet.” Darren’s voice floated to me out of speaker and flooded me with relief. He could help me. He was a grown up. He knew how to deal with these matters.
“Did I leave it at the restaurant?” he asked me.
“Darren,” I spoke fast. “It’s Michaela. My mum fell down the stairs.”
The phone went dead and less than five minutes later Darren came crashing into my house. He ran over to me and demanded to know what happened while he called an ambulance. I stood there not speaking. I couldn’t. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do or to say to him. He just kept demanding and demanding and looking at me with those crazy eyes of his. A paramedic came over and she was nice. She spoke to me gently and cuddled me and I told her what happened. It was a blur from then on but I knew one thing. My dislike for Darren had increased.
Charlie was lying fast asleep on his bedroom floor. His mouth was open and drool was dribbling onto his carpeted floor. I smiled as I listened to his soft snores.
“I didn’t know,” I heard Edward’s soft voice behind me.
“About what?” I asked him, still staring at Charlie. I was thinking about whether to move him or just leave him asleep on the floor.
“Your mother,” he replied. “I knew she drank a lot. Charlie told me but I didn’t know it was like that.”
“She’s changed,” I said. “She’s not like that anymore. Not since my graduation when she turned up drunk.”
That’s what she told me. Ever since my kidnapping and attempted murder she stayed off the alcohol. She thought that it was her drinking that led me to move to Forks and eventually be targeted for assassination. She didn’t know that it was Loren who’d tried to murder me. She thought it was some random serial rapist. She knew about Charlie being an Azdi but not me. I could tell she had a suspicion there was some supernatural involvement in my almost killing but she hadn’t said anything. She continually asked why they hadn’t heard the gunshots until it was too late.
I continually denied that she was a reason and said I wanted to explore the world and see Charlie. I didn’t tell her that Darren was a main reason and she only a part reason that I didn’t even admit to myself. I denied she was an alcoholic and didn’t mention it to anyone. She liked to drink. That was it. Nothing more.
“Of course she has,” Edward said. “But I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“It was only one of the worst,” I said, deciding to leave Charlie. He could pay for getting himself drunk. I’d make it up to him in the morning.
“It must have been hard for you,” he said, casting his thoughts back to my memory. I saw in his mind my mother falling down the stairs and then my own horrified and frightened self. “Having an alcoholic mother.”
I spun around angrily and hissed in his face.
“My mother was not an alcoholic!”
And I still denied it. It was as plain as day, as clear as glass and I still ignored the truth.
Edward stepped back and put his hands up in front of him. His topaz eyes looked alarmed while the rest of his face was calm.
I breathed in deeply to calm the flow of anger coursing through me and walked quickly back to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands, unable to contain the anger. It was an unexplainable anger. I wasn’t sure what brought it on so fully. I was angry at Edward for saying that about my mother but not so angry that it should stay, blazing through my blood, consuming me so I wanted to lash out and destroy things. I could only think of my mother and the countless times I’d taken care of her before Darren moved in and he took over. Then I could only think of the countless times I’d been shunned by Sarah or Darren. She would dismiss me so easily whenever Darren was around and Darren would tell me to go away whenever he was dealing with Sarah.
Edward stood in the doorway, unsure whether to come in or not. He could read my mind, hear my distorted thoughts. He knew I was angry, knew I wanted to kick and punch and scream but he ignored it and scooped me up in his arms, crushing me to his chest. He stroked my hair and kissed my face and hummed my lullaby until the anger burned out and I was left feeling nothing.
My head lay on the centre of his chest, above his heart. I knew that if he were still human I’d hear his heart beating. But he wasn’t and I couldn’t. Not that I hated him for it. I wouldn’t change Edward at all. Edward the vampire was my Edward. I wouldn’t want him any other way. If he wasn’t a vampire then I wouldn’t have met him. How dull would my life have been then?
“Feel better?” he asked, quietly.
I nodded, feeling exhausted. But I couldn’t sleep. I had to listen for Charlie. He’d been drinking I needed to stay awake and take care of him if he needed it.
“Just sleep, my love,” he whispered into my hair. “I’ll take care of Charlie.”
I hesitated but he started to hum the lullaby again. I didn’t protest and closed my eyes. I sank into another sleep but I wasn’t sleeping for long.
“Can you hear him trying to sneak up to his room?” he chuckled.
I could indeed. Charlie was trying to be ever so quiet yet failed miserably. He fell up the stairs several times and slammed open his bedroom door. I heard him curse loudly as he fell yet again.
“Is he drunk?” I was wide awake as Charlie’s lack of balance scared me. He and I could both see in the dark pretty well because of our enhanced abilities. Charlie shouldn’t have fallen up the stairs unless he was really stupid.
“He might be just a little intoxicated,” Edward said, laughing.
I groaned and got out of bed. My father, the Police Chief of Forks, drunk and falling about was unimaginable. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Charlie drunk. He drinks of course, but not enough that he thinks Superman and tries to jump off buildings to fly. It was weird. As I walked to his room a memory came to me. A memory of a time in England with my mother.
I was fourteen or so. My mum was only just dating Darren. They weren’t in a proper relationship yet, just seeing each other couple times a week. Going out for dinner or to the cinema. She had been out with him that night and she was totally pissed. Out of her head. Darren, the gentleman he was, had driven her home and walked her to her door. I was in my bedroom, sleeping because it was far too late for me to be still awake and it was a school night. I heard the front door open and bounce off the wall. The noise woke me up and for an instant I thought the house was being burgled. I jumped out the bed and reached under it for the baseball bat Charlie had once long ago given me for a present. I held it tightly in my hands waiting for another sound. I only heard Sarah’s drunken laughter.
“I’ve probably woken Michaela,” she giggled loudly. “Oh dear!”
I sighed when I knew it was her. I put the bat back under the bed and crawled back under the blankets hoping to fall asleep soon.
“Michaela?” I heard Darren ask, confused.
“Didn’t I tell you I had a daughter?” Sarah giggled again. “Oops. I guess I forgot.”
I shook my head under my blanket. She always forgot to tell the men she dated that she had a daughter.
“Would you like to meet her?”
“No,” Darren said quickly. “She’ll be asleep, it’s fine. I’ll meet her another time.”
“Michaela!” She shouted regardless. “Come and meet Darren!”
“No, Sarah, honestly. Just leave her. I’ll meet her tomorrow.”
“Michaela!!”
I groaned and got out of bed. I trudged down the stairs to the front room where my mother stood half inside the front door. She was dressed as always in a short skirt and revealing top. Her handbag hung loosely on her shoulder. It threatened to fall off her shoulder because she couldn’t stand still.
“Yes, Mum?” I yawned to show her I was asleep before she shouted.
She swayed on the spot and Darren quickly grabbed her elbow to steady her.
“This is Darren.” She pointed to him but it was misjudged and she hit thin air. “Darren, this is Michaela.”
She waved in my direction. Darren looked at me apologetically and I smiled politely back.
“I’ve heard so many nice things about you,” Darren lied, smiling fully. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“I’m sure you have,” I smiled wider, knowing he’d lied. “But I haven’t heard anything about you.”
Darren’s smile faltered and he glanced at my mother. My mother smiled at both of us, completely unaware of what was going on.
“I’ll take care of her,” I told him. “I usually do when she’s in this state. Her date never brings her back the way she left. Bye.”
I grabbed Sarah and pulled her into the front room. Darren stepped back and I shut the door in his face. I had taken an immediate dislike to Darren. He’d lied to me. The first sentence out of his mouth had been a lie. He couldn’t say ‘hi’ or ‘nice to meet you’. No. He chooses to say he’s ‘heard a lot about me’ which I know isn’t true. She has never told any of the men she has dated she has a daughter.
Sarah looked confused for a second. She looked at the door, probably wondering where Darren had gone then she looked at me.
“Hi honey,” she said, smiling sweetly. “Did you have a nice night?”
“It was great,” I lied. Nice night in all by myself. Wonderful.
“Good,” she said, nodding too much.
She stumbled over nothing and I pulled her back straight.
“How about you go to bed?” I said, walking her to the stairs. “You can sleep off the booze.”
“I haven’t had anything to drink, I’ll have you know!” She wagged her finger at me but her eyes were unfocused. “But I will go to bed and sleep.”
It was on the last stair she fell over. She tumbled backwards down the stairs and stopping in a tangled heap at the bottom. I stood frozen at the top, my eyes wide with horror. I couldn’t breathe and my mind stopped working out of panic and fear. Sarah was in a broken mess at the bottom of the stairs. A small trickle of blood slid down from the corner of her mouth and more blood was oozing from a wound on her head.
Then her mobile phone rang. A shrill ringing sound that broke through my fear and startled me. I descended the stairs slowly and pulled the phone from her bag that lay at her head.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Sarah, I can’t find my wallet.” Darren’s voice floated to me out of speaker and flooded me with relief. He could help me. He was a grown up. He knew how to deal with these matters.
“Did I leave it at the restaurant?” he asked me.
“Darren,” I spoke fast. “It’s Michaela. My mum fell down the stairs.”
The phone went dead and less than five minutes later Darren came crashing into my house. He ran over to me and demanded to know what happened while he called an ambulance. I stood there not speaking. I couldn’t. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do or to say to him. He just kept demanding and demanding and looking at me with those crazy eyes of his. A paramedic came over and she was nice. She spoke to me gently and cuddled me and I told her what happened. It was a blur from then on but I knew one thing. My dislike for Darren had increased.
Charlie was lying fast asleep on his bedroom floor. His mouth was open and drool was dribbling onto his carpeted floor. I smiled as I listened to his soft snores.
“I didn’t know,” I heard Edward’s soft voice behind me.
“About what?” I asked him, still staring at Charlie. I was thinking about whether to move him or just leave him asleep on the floor.
“Your mother,” he replied. “I knew she drank a lot. Charlie told me but I didn’t know it was like that.”
“She’s changed,” I said. “She’s not like that anymore. Not since my graduation when she turned up drunk.”
That’s what she told me. Ever since my kidnapping and attempted murder she stayed off the alcohol. She thought that it was her drinking that led me to move to Forks and eventually be targeted for assassination. She didn’t know that it was Loren who’d tried to murder me. She thought it was some random serial rapist. She knew about Charlie being an Azdi but not me. I could tell she had a suspicion there was some supernatural involvement in my almost killing but she hadn’t said anything. She continually asked why they hadn’t heard the gunshots until it was too late.
I continually denied that she was a reason and said I wanted to explore the world and see Charlie. I didn’t tell her that Darren was a main reason and she only a part reason that I didn’t even admit to myself. I denied she was an alcoholic and didn’t mention it to anyone. She liked to drink. That was it. Nothing more.
“Of course she has,” Edward said. “But I didn’t know it was that bad.”
“It was only one of the worst,” I said, deciding to leave Charlie. He could pay for getting himself drunk. I’d make it up to him in the morning.
“It must have been hard for you,” he said, casting his thoughts back to my memory. I saw in his mind my mother falling down the stairs and then my own horrified and frightened self. “Having an alcoholic mother.”
I spun around angrily and hissed in his face.
“My mother was not an alcoholic!”
And I still denied it. It was as plain as day, as clear as glass and I still ignored the truth.
Edward stepped back and put his hands up in front of him. His topaz eyes looked alarmed while the rest of his face was calm.
I breathed in deeply to calm the flow of anger coursing through me and walked quickly back to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands, unable to contain the anger. It was an unexplainable anger. I wasn’t sure what brought it on so fully. I was angry at Edward for saying that about my mother but not so angry that it should stay, blazing through my blood, consuming me so I wanted to lash out and destroy things. I could only think of my mother and the countless times I’d taken care of her before Darren moved in and he took over. Then I could only think of the countless times I’d been shunned by Sarah or Darren. She would dismiss me so easily whenever Darren was around and Darren would tell me to go away whenever he was dealing with Sarah.
Edward stood in the doorway, unsure whether to come in or not. He could read my mind, hear my distorted thoughts. He knew I was angry, knew I wanted to kick and punch and scream but he ignored it and scooped me up in his arms, crushing me to his chest. He stroked my hair and kissed my face and hummed my lullaby until the anger burned out and I was left feeling nothing.
My head lay on the centre of his chest, above his heart. I knew that if he were still human I’d hear his heart beating. But he wasn’t and I couldn’t. Not that I hated him for it. I wouldn’t change Edward at all. Edward the vampire was my Edward. I wouldn’t want him any other way. If he wasn’t a vampire then I wouldn’t have met him. How dull would my life have been then?
“Feel better?” he asked, quietly.
I nodded, feeling exhausted. But I couldn’t sleep. I had to listen for Charlie. He’d been drinking I needed to stay awake and take care of him if he needed it.
“Just sleep, my love,” he whispered into my hair. “I’ll take care of Charlie.”
I hesitated but he started to hum the lullaby again. I didn’t protest and closed my eyes. I sank into another sleep but I wasn’t sleeping for long.
This takes place after Edward and the rest of the Cullens leaves Bella in New Moon.Here are the characters.They have a lot of different names.Some of the names i mixed up.There are some vampires.Some names are my friends and family but that is the person's real name in the story.You can use these people as you or people you know.
Bella Swan a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few more parts.
Bella Swan a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few more parts.
10 Ways to Annoy Edward Cullen
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains or argues, reply with “What are you gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room or says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” by Madonna.
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains or argues, reply with “What are you gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room or says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” by Madonna.
10. Never use English around him – instead, bark.
9. Call him a space heater.
8. Tell him that dogs make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim you have imprinted. Say you love him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
9. Call him a space heater.
8. Tell him that dogs make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim you have imprinted. Say you love him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
10. Tell him he looks like a creepy stalker rapist.
9. Inform him, as politely as possible, that he has grizzly in his teeth.
8. Ask who wears the pants in his relationship.
7. Try to stab him through the heart with a stake.
6. Tell him brawn is out, scrawn is in.
5. Inquires as to how he feels to be the least-liked Cullen male.
4. When he is around, wonder aloud what Rosalie calls him in bed.
3. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with that Jeep.
2. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with those muscles..
And the Number One way to annoy Emmett Cullen?
1. When he denies the above two claims, respond with “That’s not what Rosalie saaaaaid!”
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9. Inform him, as politely as possible, that he has grizzly in his teeth.
8. Ask who wears the pants in his relationship.
7. Try to stab him through the heart with a stake.
6. Tell him brawn is out, scrawn is in.
5. Inquires as to how he feels to be the least-liked Cullen male.
4. When he is around, wonder aloud what Rosalie calls him in bed.
3. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with that Jeep.
2. Ask if he is overcompensating for something with those muscles..
And the Number One way to annoy Emmett Cullen?
1. When he denies the above two claims, respond with “That’s not what Rosalie saaaaaid!”
Source: link
The Answers Feature is meant for FACTUAL questions only. I have seen other spots and it seems to me that the Twilight Spot is a perfect example for wrongly placed questions.
I'm just stating a concern and hope that i helped a small bit. Here is a great article by Cinders, from the Fanpop Etiquette spot that does a great job explaining the Answers Feature.
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Thanks for listening to me rant :p
I think we love it because its romantic and we all wish we had some one like Edward Cullen to swoop over and take us away that would be great,right? Personally I like the REAL Robert Pattinson more than the charecter and would love to meet him I mean who wouldnt but I dont know about you but I for one beleive in what most people dont beleive in, such as vampires,faries,mermaids you know stuff such as that,call me crazy but I really do even I cant explain why I love that Stephanie Meyers created this story I love this story like no other why I love it so much is a mystery to me.
Bigger than the latest Indiana Jones. Bigger than the biggest James Bond. That's how big Twilight was yesterday.
The $37 million vampire flick, expected to have a killer opening day, had a monster opening day, grossing an estimated $35 million, Exhibitor Relations reported. One-fifth of that gross, or $7 million, came from Friday midnight screenings.
The box-office tracking firm said a $75 million Friday-Sunday gross was now a possibility. Going into Friday, $60 million was considered the movie's best-case scenario.
When the counting's done, Twilight's Friday take may rank as the 14th or 15th biggest opener of all time, having surpassed the debuts of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull ($25 million) and Quantum of Solace ($27 million), to name two recent blockbusters.
Bolt, the animated talking-dog movie, was curbed by Twilight, grossing $7 million on Friday, Exhibitor Relations said.