AN: I'm really an idiot. I truly am. I have six other stories going on that I barely have time to update, yet here I am.

Posting a new one.

--bent wrist to forehead--

Oh, the woes of having a writer's mind. . . . .

Disclaimer: SM owns everything.

PS: I recommend listening to Lullabies, by All Time Low, for the first song.

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"Lights!"

Bella's hands shook.

"Open the curtains!"

Bella licked her lips and nodded at Nick.

"And go!"

The lights flashed and her mind went blank. Thank God for small miracles. Her nimble fingers swept over the guitar neck and a soft melody came out of her baby blue fender.

Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye - it could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head," he said.
Alone and far from home we'll find you...

The drums burst into sound behind her. Bella's confidence rose slightly as the crowd cheered.

Said- Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.

The song was still hard for her to sing; Bella doubted it would ever be less painful. The memory of what happened would be forever imprinted on her mind, but Bella tried not to dwell on it.

Sing me to sleep; I'll see you in my dreams, waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around it's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you brought this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there could have been a happy ending we let go?

The crowd's cheers rose to new heights and many of the crowd started singing along. Bella winked at Patrick and smiled.

Sing me to sleep; I'll see you in my dreams, waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

Then there were no lyrics, just guitar and base and drum all fighting to be heard over each other.

"Sing it!" Bella shouted towards the crowd.

And sing they did.

Sing me to sleep (You've taken so much with you...)
I'll see you in my dreams, (But left the worst with me...),
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."

The crowd screamed their approval.

And Bella stared out the window in her tiny room in Forks, wondering how to let go of the past. She watched the rain fall down the window, and idly thought about how much it rained.

If there was still a Backstage Heart Attack, then she probably would have made a video. But Backstage Heart Attack was in Phoenix. And she was in Forks. But, still she couldn't complain.

In Forks, she had friends other than her band mates. She had family other than her mother. She had Edward.

Edward.

Bella sighed happily and thought about what Edward had brought her. Edward had brought her happiness, and love, and everything that Bella had ever dreamed about. Edward had bared his soul to Bella, and Bella had done to same to him.

Well . . . almost.

So, Bella hadn't mentioned a little thing. It wasn't like she was murderer or something equally as a bad. She used to be a singer. Big deal.

Oh, but it was a big deal. Edward had told her everything, and Bella had told him close to everything. But she had left out one of the biggest parts of her life: her music.

It had been so long since Bella had even picked up her guitar. In fact, it was still with Backstage Heart Attack, probably riding around with Bob, the band's traveling van, in case they accidentally broke one of the guitars. Bella couldn't bear to bring it with her to Forks, a bitter reminder of what could have been, if not for Renee marrying Phil.

Just before Bella had moved here, record companies were sniffing around them. And they had been offered a record deal.

But Bella had left, and the rest of Backstage Heart Attack had moved on. At least, Bella hoped they did. Nick probably became the new singer, and they probably didn't think about her that much, anymore. After all, that had been almost two years ago since she had left. But Bella still thought about them. Almost every single day, in fact.

She could only hope that one day; Backstage Heart Attack would just be a forgotten memory.

But then again, since when has things for Bella Swan ever worked out in her favor?

-:-

"Alice," Bella groaned. "Why must you do this to me?"

"Because," Alice commented, dragging Bella down the street. "I want you to have fun every once in a while!"

Bella narrowed her eyes. "I have fun without the skanky outfits, thank you very much."

Alice rolled her eyes. "This is the first time that I've dressed you up in a long time."

"True," Bella conceded.

"And anyway, you needed to look your best for tonight."

Bella looked at Alice. "Why?"

Alice laughed. "You'll find out just like everyone else."

"Edward?" Bella asked. "Do you know what the hell is going on?"

"Sorry, love," Edward said. "She's blocking her mind."

"She's probably lying anyway," Bella tried to comfort herself.

But, of course, as always, Alice was right.

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I'm a wee bit obsessed with Bella's past. I've come up with about 10 different story lines for Bella's past. I won't post most of them until I've finished Ali Di Angel, but this one was literally bursting out of my fingers. I had no control over them.

And the concert part at the beginning? Yeah, Bella's just thinking about the past.

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