I know it's short, but the next chapter is much longer, I needed to split it up, and this was the best spot to do it in.

I don't own Twilight.


Chapter Eight.

Bella.

"Edward, can I ask you something?" I asked, as he walked me home the next evening.

He glanced over at me, and nodded. "Yeah, sure, go for it."

"Well, there's this little music festival in the park. I auditioned for it, and got a 45 minute set and-"

"Bella, that's awesome," he told me, leaning over to give me a one armed hug. He smelled so amazing up close.

Focus, Bella, focus.

I smiled up at him. "Thanks. I'm really excited. Anyway, what I wanted to ask was, if you'd come with me? It's tomorrow afternoon-short notice, I know-but you could play the piano for me? You know all my songs, and we'd just do the same set as the bar, and you know that duet you wanted to do? This would be perfect."

He laughed at my rambling. "Of course I'll go Bella. No problem."

"Really?" I beamed. "Thank you!"

The next morning I met Edward outside the park. He was waiting for me with coffee for both of us. I hadn't really been a big coffee drinker before getting to the city. Lately I'd been living on the stuff, so I took it from Edward with a big thank you. He got it just the way I liked it, with milk and a little bit of sugar.

"We match," he said suddenly, as I eagerly took a drink of my coffee.

I looked at him, confused for a minute, and then I realized what he meant. We were both wearing black jeans, converse-though mine were green and his black-and hunter green shirts. I grinned at him, and he grinned back at me.

We walked through the crowd of people here for the festival. One of the bands was already playing, but we finally made it backstage, where a manager-the guy I had auditioned too-was holding a clip board, looking stressed out.

"Hi," I said, coming up to him, with Edward at my side. "I'm Bella Swan."

He scanned the clip board. "Right. Who's this?"

"Edward Cullen. He's playing piano and singing a song or two with me."

"Are you a band or something?"

I stared at him for a second, and then shrugged. "Uh, yes, I guess we are."

"Do you have a name?" he said, while Edward and I stared blankly at him.

"Er, yes," I said. "It's.. 2 In the Morning."

The manager raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and scribbled something-presumably the name-onto the paper. "You're on in twenty minutes. Be ready."

"2 In The Morning?" Edward asked me, as we walked away from the manager to a couple of chairs, where the rest of the people playing were hanging out.

I shrugged. "I was on the spot!" I laughed. "Anyway, it fits, you know. When we met, last call, all that. 2am is kind of our time."

He smiled at me. "I like it."

"You do?"

He nodded. "It's catchy, too. I didn't know we were a band though."

"We are," I said, smirking a bit, before sobering up. "I wouldn't be here without you Edward. And you're pretty much the best-"

"And only," he cut in.

I rolled my eyes "-friend I have here. So yeah, I don't really want fame or recognition or anything like that if you aren't part of it," I told him, honestly.

He reached down and squeezed my hand. "That means a lot to me, Bella. Thank you."

I squeezed his hand back, and in that moment I was pretty sure I couldn't be happier. Especially when he didn't let go of my hand. We sat there for twenty minutes in silence, still holding hands.

"Introducing our next group, Bella Swan and Edward Cullen - 2 In the Morning!"

Edward and I walked out on stage together-still holding hands, I might add, while everyone clapped. Edward went to sit down at the piano while I went up to the microphone.

I was pretty good at the whole interacting with the crowd thing. I had the whole speech down, and I don't know, I found the whole on stage in front of so many people so easy and effortless. Where I belonged.

After greeting the crowd I launched right into our set. It was different than playing at the bar. I usually tried to keep my bar shows somewhat low energy, because that's the way Mike seemed to like it, but out here I was playing all of my favorite rock songs, moving and dancing across the stage, feeding off the crowd, which was amazing. They were jumping and screaming and cheering us on.

Between songs I talked with the crowd, asking if they were having fun, or if anyone had a request, and I'd pick a song out of the shouts that were thrown back at me. People were singing along, and it was an amazing feeling. A rush that couldn't be rivaled.

I loved every second of it, and I think Edward did too. Everytime I glanced back at him he was smiling. He backed up my vocals, and finally for the last song I invited him away from the piano to do one of our duets with him.

Edward had a really amazing voice. He was amazing on the piano, and he could really sing too. I loved hearing his voice, and even more I loved hearing his voice mixed with mine. Maybe I was being biased, but I thought we sounded pretty amazing together. Our voices mixed and blended. Like they were made for each other.

We finished our duet to a loud of cheering and clapping and shouting, and I laughed as Edward swung his arm around me. We thanked the crowd, did a cheesy bow, and left the stage.

"That felt amazing," I said, grinning up at him.

"It did," he agreed, grinned in response. "Come on, let's go get some food. My treat."

"Sounds good to me."