AN- Yes I'm dragging this out for as long as possible. Thanks again to HopelessJuliet who supplied the song. YOU GO GIRL! I hope you like it. Please review:D
"So," I asked, "how does this go? I only have the music on my stand to figure out from.
"Well," she said nervously, "I walk around singing, and when you get to that part, oh, I'm not supposed to tell you."
I breathed in and out, and counted to ten. She couldn't tell me what she was going to do. That means I had to resist all temptations. I clenched my teeth, and wondered what would happen if I lost control in front of all these people.
"Bella, can you please tell me what you're doing. I can't be surprised in case I mess up in front of all this people."
Her eyes softened, and her hair swished over her shoulder. I stopped breathing again. I could hear her heartbeat speed up as she glanced mesmerized into my eyes. I toned down the glance a bit.
"What song are you singing?" I asked carefully.
"What song are you singing?" asked Edward, his gold eyes almost fluttering.
He was standing so still it was like he wasn't breathing. I tried to calm my breathing down and make my voice sound normal so I didn't look like I wasn't mentally incompetent. The black haired girl that was standing with his father, so I'm guessing she was his sister, was jumping up and down in excitement.
"A total eclipse of the heart."
"Oh." He looked startled.
"Is they're something wrong with that?" I asked. Must… Regain… Control… Losing… Focus…
"No. Are you singing it to me?" He inquired innocently, his eyes full of humour.
He looked like his was about to laugh again. I wished he would. His silence was making me feel nervous and woozy. A bad woozy. I started to feel clammy, and I felt the blood rush out of my face. Oh great.
The next thing I knew, cold hands were holding me up, and gold eyes sparkling with humour were looking into mine. My face blushed red and I tried to ask him to let me go, tell him I was ok, but the words couldn't get to my throat. I made an intelligible mumble and he let me go.
"Are you sure you're gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, I think." I managed to mumble.
His bell-like laughter was music to my ears.
"You have about ten minutes to change your mind."
"Don't you want to do this either?" I asked, suddenly understanding.
"Not really, I find privacy is a good thing. My father thought I should take this opportunity to make a name for myself."
"I entered the contest for a dare, to tell you the truth. I didn't think I'd get very far."
"You have a lovely voice."
"That's what every one else says." I answered.
His bell-like laugh echoed through the room again, as smooth as his velvet voice.