Preface: so here we are. I'm in the spotlight, the curtains about to rise. It was the biggest thing I'd ever done in my life. The piano started to play behind me, and I knew I had to start. But as ever my nerves struck, so I looked around to see that smile that belonged to an angel. He calmed me, but also inspired me. He made me feel like I could do anything in the world. But right no I'd settle for a good performance.

Chapter 1: The day the music began.

My name is Isabella Swan – Bella. My parents split up years ago but now im here in Forks. I live with my dad Charlie. He's a kind soul, but we don't talk much. We keep ourselves to ourselves mainly. It was the first day of my new school and I was already dreading it. My dad had bought me an old red truck. Sturdy. Would smash the foreign cars in a road accident. I liked it, and it suited me.

I drove into school, already knowing my way round from a tour yesterday. My first lesson was music and I just about remembered how to get there. When I concentrated, I wouldn't fall when walking or running. And today I wasn't so I fell. But I fell into the arms of a curly brown haired lad. He laughed but managed to catch me. "Wow, watch your step there. Even ground is a nightmare to walk on." He laughed. "I'm Emmet by the way, Emmet Cullen" he extended his arm after steadying me. I took it and smiled a little bit. "Bella." He laughed and walked off "Catch you later, quite literally." He yelled over his shoulder. I think we could be friends.

When I finally got to music, Mr. Baker had started. I used the whole, 'I got lost' routine, but he was appeased. I took my place at the back of the class next to a curly haired girl. She smiled when I sat down and said her name was Jessica. I wouldn't remember but I'd try.

"Right, so as you know it's the end of the semester coming up, and the Head this year has asked for a performance. Now I have put together a show allowing you all to perform to your best abilities. Of course we have the final spot still open for a solo acoustic singer. They will be singing whilst Mr. Cullen here" he pointed "plays the piano. Now for the first act I have…" he drifted off as I focused my attentions to the boy he pointed at. Only one word could describe him – godly. His hair was a reddy, coppery, bronzy type colour. His body was muscular, but not as Emmet was this morning. Cullen – that name stuck with me, oh. Maybe they're brothers. When he looked out of the window, he had perfect, almost sculpted check bones, and his eyes were an emerald green. His lips were the best I'd ever seen. And his hands. You could definitely tell they were pianist hands. Long, thin but with a slight thickness about them. They were flawless, just like him.

"Miss swan, as I don't know what you're good at" I was dragged back to reality. "I have put you down for a backing singer. Is that ok? Good" I had nodded at his question. Not to brag, but I could hold any tune. My voice could go through 3 octaves. Low, normal, and high – but not opera high. This meant I was versatile to any song. But that came with one side affect. I was shy. Very shy. I would not ever sing to someone of my own free will. So backing singer was fine. I got the song lyrics I was to sing and put them in my bag. I already knew them.

The day passed quickly without complaints. I had other classes with Mr. Cullen. I hadn't found his name yet. But I had attracted three admirers. Mike, Eric and Tyler. They were not for me. I had no experience when it came to boys. So I didn't know how to shake them off. At the end of school, I went to the music room. I wanted to sing, in private, but at home there was no guitar to strum with. I only know the basic chords but it was enough to give me what I needed. I found an empty room, and it looked sound proof so I was alright.

I picked up an acoustic guitar and sat across the room, away form the piano. I decided to play my mother's favourite Mama Cass song first. 'Dream a little dream'

Stars shining bright above you

Strum-strum strum-strum

Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.

Strum-strum strum-strum

Birds singing in the sycamore tree,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Dream a little dream of me.

Say nighty night and kiss me,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me,

Strum-strum strum-strum

While im alone and blue as can be,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Dream a little dream of me.

I hadn't noticed but mystery Cullen had slipped in and now started playing the backing music on the piano. He had signaled to carry on, so I did.

Stars fading, but I linger on dear,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Still craving your kiss,

Strum-strum strum-strum

I'm longing to linger 'till dawn dear,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Just saying thiiiiiiiis.

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,

Strum-strum strum-strum

Sweet dreams that leave all worry's behind you

Strum-strum strum-strum

But in your dreams, where ever they be

Strum-strum strum-strum

Dream a little dream of me.

Strum-strum strum-strum

Da da da da da da da.

Strum-strum strum-strum

Da da da dadadadada

Strum-strum strum-strum

Da da da dum, da da da de da da da daaa da

Strum-strum strum-strum

Da da da da da da da da da.

I cut the song there because I got self conscious with him in the room. The door then opened and Mr. Baker came in. "Edward, Isabella. You have the closing spot on the show." And with that he left. Edward- just thinking his name gave me shivers- got up and slowly came towards me clapping. "You have a beautiful voice Isabella." He smiled a crooked smile. I couldn't breath. Once I found my breath all I could say was. "Err, thank you. And Bella." He put his hands up to say sorry and sat next to me. "Tell me why you didn't put your hands up before in music to ask for the closing spot?" he seemed curious about me. "Well, I don't like to sing in front of people. I get nervous and my voice cracks." I said sheepishly. He laughed at that. "But you sang fine in front of me just now." He was amused. I playfully scowled at him. "Yes about that. Very rude to interrupt someone whilst singing. Don't you know you should knock before entering a room?" I said in a playfully irritated tone. "But then you would have stopped. How can you persuade to accompany someone who's stopped singing?" I couldn't argue with that.

I looked at the clock. My dad would be home soon. I stood up. Edward did too. He was a gentleman. Wow. "Are we going somewhere?" he asked casually. "Well I don't know about you, but I need to get home and cook dinner." I smiled. He smiled that magnificent smile and opened the door for me. He closed it behind us and continued to walk me to my car. "By the way, you play piano really well." I threw in casually to start another conversation. "I know. My mother loves to hear me play at home. I wrote a piece especially for her. I'll play it too you sometime." We were at my car. I saw him look around and frown.

"Do you need a ride home?" I asked. I hoped the answer was yes. It must have been etched onto my face because him chuckled and said "Well, only if you're offering." I got in and we were in a small space. I felt electricity from somewhere. I drove him home, but I couldn't have found this place if he wasn't there. When we drove up a thousand miles of drive way, I saw a massive white mansion. I stomped on the brake and looked in wonderment.

"What, what is it? Have you hit something?" he asked alarmed then he saw where my eyes were and laughed. "You almost gave me a heart attack. But that would be ok, because my dad is a doctor and would know what to do." He got out of the cab and came around to my door. "Would you like to come in?" I nodded and continued to drive. I parked by the house and Edward opened my door. He walked me into his house, and it was fabulous. Of course I tripped over the thresh hold, but I felt to sets of hands on me before I hit the floor. One gave me a sharp electric shock. Edward had grabbed my waist before I fell. The other pair was on my shoulders and stood up and saw Emmet laughing.

"I hate to say it Bella, but I told you so." He guffawed and punched Edward on the shoulder. "So you've met Bella then Em?" Edward asked amused again. "Yeah, yeah. She um fell for me you could say. You have competition bro." he laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. Edward punched his brother and took me over to the couch. "Mum, dad?" Edward yelled. "Nope all out. Just us three." Em said smirking. He hopped over the back of the sofa and sat the other side of me. I was now starting to feel squished. "Ooooo, isn't this cosy" he said and put his arm round my shoulders. I laughed but he receded it on a icy glare form Edward. He then pulled me up off the sofa, Em waved and I waved back, I was till laughing. I went up three flights of stairs and into the most glorious bedroom ever.

It had a golden carpet with a big four poster bed, a black sofa – leather- and the biggest stereo I'd ever seen. His music collection was huge. I put on what was in his stereo and smiled. "Clair de Lune?" I asked "You know Debussy?" he asked intrigued. We talked about more music, what we liked and didn't. it was amazing what we had in common. When night started to fall, I decided it was time to say goodnight. He walked me to the car and pecked me on the cheek before I got in. Maybe we did feel the same.

I drove home on a high that night. Getting home I had totally forgot about dinner. I just made pasta and went to bed. Very little small talk was used that night. I went to sleep that night and dreamed of Edward Cullen. About three things I was absolutely sure. Edward was the most beautiful boy I'd ever meet. We shared a passion that could be felt between us. And I was unconditionally and irreversibly in love with him.