This is the first story I write that isn't based on a song! Yay!

Um, also, I know this is like, a really common idea, and lots of people have done it, but I just hope mine is different.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the songs I use here.


BPOV:

Edward had left. Yes, that was true. I'd been a zombie for a few months, but then I remembered the one thing that had never failed to make me feel better: Music.

The only thing he didn't know about me was that I could sing, write music and play the guitar and piano. When I'd fallen in love, I'd written songs. When he left, I did the same after finding one of my music sheets where I wrote 'Until You're Mine', and it sort of just came together and I wrote a few others.

I usually kept my songs under my bed or in a folder or in my locker or sometimes in my binder, and one day, after Charlie said enough was enough, I went to Angela Weber's house and as she was checking my History notes, she came across 'Bottom of the Ocean' and 'Until You're Mine' and said: "Hey, did you write these?" I nodded. "They're amazing! Can you play one?"

"Do you have a guitar?" She wordlessly handed me an acoustic guitar.

I started strumming and then singing 'Bottom of the Ocean':

It's been in the past for a while
I get a flash and I smile
Am I crazy?
Still miss you, baby

It was real
It was right
But it burned too hot to survive
All that's left is all these ashes

Where does the love go?
I don't know
When it's all said and done
How could I be loosing you forever?
After all the time we spent together
I have to know why I had to lose you
Now you just become, like everything I'll never find again
At the bottom of the ocean

Tears were flowing down my cheeks.

In a dream you appeared
For a while you were here
So I keep sleeping
Just to keep you with me

I'll draw a map
Connect the dots
With all the memories that I got
What I'm missing, I'll keep reliving

Where does the love go?
I don't know
When it's all said and done
How could I be losing you forever?
After all the time we spent together
I have to know why I had to lose you
Now you just become like everything I'll never find again
At the bottom of the ocean

This is it

Let go

Breathe *Whispered*

You don't have to love me for me to, baby, ever understand
Just know I love the time that we both had
And I don't ever wanna see you sad
Be happy

'Cause I don't wanna hold you if you don't wanna tell me you love,
Just know I'm gonna have to walk away
I'll be big enough for both of us to say: 'Be happy'

Do do do, Do do do do, (Be happy)

Mmmmm

Be happy

"Oh Bella, that was beautiful!" Angela squealed. What was totally, completely, absolutely, utterly unexpected was: "You know, my uncle, he has record label right here in Seattle. He would be delighted to have such a talented in his label and I'm sure you'd love it. Do you want me to call him?"

"Sure, I guess." She got her phone and dialed.

"Hey Uncle Arthur!..... Yeah, I'm ok.... Um, yes, everything's fine with Ben...... Well, um, see, my friend Bella, I just discovered she can write her own songs, sing them and play them on a guitar...... Yeah..... Um, she has pale skin, chocolate brown eyes, chestnut hair, um, not tall like me, but not short like Jessica Stanley, you know, that gossip? So Bella's maybe like a 5'4" or 5'3" and she's smart.... Let me ask her..." She turned to me. "What are you doing tomorrow? Do you think you can come down to Seattle to show him a few of your songs?"

"I'll probably clean the house, so yeah, I can go." She smiled.

"How many songs have you written?"

"Um, about 20, or so, I think... They're all pretty much about the same thing, but they're all different at the same time." It was true; some were more pop than rock, while others were rock and then others sounded like pop and country mixed together.

She nodded and turned back to the phone. "She can go down tomorrow and she's written like 20 songs. She says they're all different...... Ok, yeah, I'll tell them. Love you. Thanks! Bye!" She hung up and looked at me excitedly.

"You are gonna come down with me to show them your song and play them, then if all or most of the guys like it, then you record them and do a photo shoot and then you release a single. I am so excited and happy for you! Are you done?" She said this all very fast.

"Yes, sheesh. You talk so fast, you sound like Al---" I stopped myself before it got too out of hand and flinched. "Um, anyway, yeah, I'm done. Why?"

"Um, we could pick out the songs you're gonna use and your outfit. And you could show me a few others." She looked very excited, and despite the hole in my chest, and my feelings, I want to do this, so I will do it.

"Sure." We cleaned up and walked downstairs and into the downpour and got to my house. There, we ditched our books on my floor and I got my keyboard and acoustic guitar and all my sheets of music.

"I have a bunch of songs, but I'll take like 15 or so." I started playing See You Again:

I've got my sight set on you
And I'm ready to aim
I have a heart that will
Never be tamed
I knew you were something special
When you spoke my name
Now I can't wait to see you again

I've got a way of knowing
When something is right
I feel like I must've known you
In another life
'Cause I felt this deep connection
When you looked in my eyes
Now I can't wait to see you again

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me
What I'm thinking about
Felt like I couldn't breathe
You ask what's wrong with me
My best friend Angie said:
"Oh, she's just being Bellsy!"
The next time we hang out
I will redeem myself
My heart, it can't rest till then
Ooh, Oh, Oh, I
I can't wait
To see you again

I got this crazy feeling
Deep inside
When you called and asked to see me
Tomorrow night
I'm not a mind-reader
But I'm reading the signs
That you can't wait to see me again

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me
What I'm thinking about
Felt like I couldn't breathe
You ask what's wrong with me
My best friend Angie said:
"Oh, she's just being Bellsy!"
The next time we hang out
I will redeem myself
My heart, it can't rest till then
Ooh, Oh, Oh, I
I can't wait
To see you again

I got my sight set on you
And I'm ready to aim

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
I st-st-stuttered when you asked me
What I'm thinking about
Felt like I couldn't breathe
You asked what's wrong with me
My best friend Angie said:
"Oh, she's just being Bellsy!"
The next time we hang out
I will redeem myself
My heart, it can't rest till then
Ooh, Oh, Oh, I, I
I can't wait
To see you again

See you again

Whoa, I, I can't wait to see you again

"Bella, you freaking rock!" Angela came and hugged me, then drew back and smiled. "Let's pick the songs we're going to use."

We got my sheets and ended up with my favorites, which made me very happy. Then she walked over to my closet and looked over everything. She dragged out my darkish skinny jeans, the deep blue blouse he'd complimented a bunch of times, and a stretchy white tank top to go under it. "What do you think?"

Well, it was his favorite shirt, and it would remind me very, very, very much of him, and that would hurt. But maybe it was a good luck sign. Maybe... Maybe it would give me strength and confidence. I thought about it and came to a conclusion. "Yes, it's perfect. I'll wear it with the worn-out black Converse to show my down-to-Earth-ness." We laughed and then she asked me to play another song.

"Here's another one: Forever & Always

Once upon a time
I believe it was a Monday when I caught your eye
We caught onto something
I hold on to the night
You looked me in the eye and told me
You loved me

Were you just kidding?
'Cause it seems to me
This thing is breaking down
We almost never speak
I don't feel welcome anymore

Baby what happened?
Please tell me 'cause one second it was perfect
Now you're halfway out the door

And I stare at the phone
He still hasn't called
And then you feel so low
You can't feel nothing at all
And you flashback to when he said
Forever and always

And it rains in your bedroom
Everything is wrong
It rains when you're here
And it rains when you're gone
I was there when you said
Forever and always

Was I out of line?
Did I say something way too honest?
Made you run and hide
Like a scared little boy
I looked into your eyes
Thought I knew you for a minute
Now I'm not so sure

So here's to everything
Coming down to nothing
Here's to silence
It cuts me to the core
Where is this going?
Thought I knew you for a minute
But I don't anymore

And I stare at the phone
He still hasn't called
And then you feel so low
You can't feel nothing at all
And you flashback to when he said
Forever and always

And it rains in your bedroom
Everything is wrong
It rains when you're here
And it rains when you're gone
I was there when you said
Forever and always

You didn't mean it baby
I don't think so

Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh oh

Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh oh

Back up, baby back up
Did you forget everything?

Back up, baby back up
Did you forget everything?

Back up, please back up!

'Cause it rains in your bedroom
Everything is wrong
It rains when you're here
And it rains when you're gone
I was there when you said
Forever and always

And I stare at the phone
He still hasn't called
And then you feel so low
You can't feel nothing at all
And you flashback to when we said
Forever and always

'Cause it rains in your bedroom
Everything is wrong
It rains when you're here
And it rains when you're gone
I was there when you said
Forever and always
You didn't mean it, baby

You said forever and always, yeah

"When was that?" Angela asked when I was done removing tears from my cheeks.

"You remember the few days before---" She nodded before I said anything, as though she understood. "Well, it got real quiet. Like he was avoiding talking to me. And then that was how it felt. The pain. It was the worst thing. I couldn't feel much except the pain, or the numbness, so I decided nothingness over pain. I'm just sort of glad music helped me through it."

After she saw most of my songs were either about falling in love, or breaking up, and how it feels, she didn't ask me to play them. I wanted to play Distracted, but she said she had to go. I drove her home and she told me to be at her house at ten so we could get to Seattle in time.

..........

It was eight in the morning and I was getting ready for my audition with Angela's uncle's record label. I took a shower and curled my hair, then put on my clothes and went all-natural. No make up. After that, I got an over-the-shoulder bag and I put my sheets in there, some gum, a few chocolates and my battered old wallet. I checked the weather and decided it was best to take my coat just in case. It was fifteen minutes to ten and I called Angela. She picked up after three rings.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Bella." I was so anxious my voice didn't even sound right.

"Oh, hey. Are you ready? My mom's gonna drive me to your place instead, because she has to take the boys to a birthday party. We're leaving in---" Someone in the backround yelled. "Now. I'll see you in a few. Don't forget to take your guitar. The have a keyboard there, though, so you don't need to worry about that."

"Ok, later, then." I hung up and tried to get my mind off what would happen if the record label people liked my songs, because if they didn't, I'd be very disappointed, and trust me, I knew a whole lot about disappointment. I mulled over that while absently picking at my cereal. But what if they did like my songs? And my voice singing them? Would I be a big success, like Taylor Swift? Or would I be one of those stupid one-hit wonders?

I saw Angela's car before I heard her knock. Of course she would knock. She wasn't rude.

I opened the door and she smiled at me, the said: "We should get going. Are you ready?"

I nodded, got my bag and guitar and we got in my decrepit truck. I wondered briefly if it was up for the job, then decided it didn't matter. We drove in silence, until she asked why I wrote Bottom Of The Ocean.

"Um, well, the song is pretty much about someone you love, but for some reason they don't love you anymore, but you still do, and you want them to b happy, even if it hurts you. The song is about where I'm at. I want him to be happy, and if where I am is not where he's happy, he can go. Nothing will ever change how I feel, but this is an outlet. It doesn't have to be about losing love, though. It can be about losing a relative or something. I wrote it when I was at the very peak of my pain. I'm still there, but it's dulled down a bit. I can't really say the pain will be gone with time, because it probably won't, but I can say I'm learning to live with the loss."

"Whoa Bella, that's deep," she said. "Ooh, look! We're here!"

I looked aroung and saw a big building with a sign at the top that read 'RED MARK RECORDS' in obviously red letters. Had the ride gone by that fast? We'd been silent for quite some time, then. I parked and we got out, then Angela led me all the way to her uncle's office. She knocked on a glass door at the end of a corridor that had big red letters marking it: 'BIG BOSS. MR. WEBBER'.

"Come in," said a stern voice.

Angela opened the door.

WOW, the inside of the office was so freaking flashy I won't take the time to explain it.

"Oh, ANgela, it's great to see you!" A man with Angela's height, dark hair, glasses and blue eyes got up from behind the chair and hugged her. The he turned to me. "You must be Bella, right?"

"Yes, sir." He shook my hand and asked me to sit down in a very comfortable-looking chair.

"Bella, from what Angela told me on the phone yesterday, you have a great singing voice and you can write your own songs and play them. What you are going to do here today is simply play us a few songs. Since it's early, we'll call you after lunch and tell you what we want with you. If you get chosen to represent our label, then you record some songs and get a photo shoot, then we send out a single and see what happens. The hard part is getting to see which song you want as your first song ever. Then wheat instruments and special effects you want on it." He smiled. "Now if you would please follow me, we'll go to the conference room and you'll play a few songs. Angie here can come too, if you like."

"I owe her! Of course she can come!" We jumped up and went down the hall, then into another room. This one looked more proffessional, and the people in the bussiness suits was a nice touch.

"Everyone, this is Bella. She'll play a few songs and then we've got until after lunch to decide what to do," Angela's uncle said. He sat at the head of the table and only then did I notice the chair next to me. I got out my guitar and the sheet for Until You're Mine, and began playing.

My state of mind has finally got the best of me
I need you next to me
I'll try to find
A way that I can get to you
Just wanna get to you

The world I see is perfect now
You're all around
With you I can breathe

Until you're mine
I had to find
A way to fill this whole inside
I can't survive without you here by my side
Until you're mine
Not gonna be
Even close to complete
I won't rest until you're mine

Mine

Alone inside I can only hear your voice
Ringing through the noise
I can't find my mind
It keeps on coming back to you
Always back to you

Wanted something out of reach
It's me
You're all I see

Until you're mine
I had to find
A way to fill this whole inside
I can't survive without you here by my side
Until you're mine
Not gonna be
Even close to complete
I won't rest until you're mine

Mine

Just stop wondering
If we were meant to be
Forget about fate and just hold me

I'm ready to begin
The waiting has to end

Right now! Today! I've gotta find a way! Yeah!

Mine

Until you're mine

UNTIL YOU'RE MINE!

Until you're mine
I had to find
A way to fill this whole inside
I can't survive without you here by my side
Until you're mine
Not gonna be
Even close to complete
I won't rest until you're mine

My state of mind has finally got the best of me
I need you next to me

I finished with tears in my eyes while everyone clapped. "How many do I have to play?"

"How many do you have?" Asked a sweet-looking lady in a gray suit with blond hair and golden colored eyes. That brought a flashback, but I answered through the lump in my throat.

"Um, about seventeen or so." I shrugged.

"As many as you want, then."

I played Forever & Always, then Bottom of the Ocean, then I started strumming my latest: Crazier

I'd never gone with the wind
Just let it flow
Let it take me where it wants to go
Till you opened the door
There's so much more
I'd never seen it before

I was trying to fly
But I couldn't find wings
But you came along
And you changed everything

You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling
And I, I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier

I watched from a distance as you
Made life your own
Every sky was your own kinda blue
And I wanted to know
How that would feel
And you made it so real

You showed me something that
I couldn't see
You opened my eyes
And you made me believe

You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling
And I, I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier

Oh

Baby, you showed me what living is for
I don't wanna hide anymore

You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling
And I, I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier

Crazier, crazier

Once again, everyone clapped. I played East Northumberlan High:

My problem isn't that I miss you
'Cause I don't
My problem isn't that I kissed you
Oh oh oh oh

I figured out
That you're nothing
But a thought you're about
You're just caught in a place
That some time will erase in my heart

You're my type of guy
I guess if you were stuck in
East Northumberland High
For the rest of my life
But people change
Thank God I did
Just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you now
Just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you

Your problem's not full lack of trying
'Cause you do
It's just that you're at your best when you're lying
Oh oh oh oh

Now you're standing here
And saying things and things I wanted to hear
But you've got it all wrong
I've already moved on
My dear

You're my type of guy
I guess if you were stuck in
East Northumberland High
For the rest of my life
But people change
Thank God I did
Just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you now
Just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you

When you're standing near me
I can't see so clearly
The feelings are still palpable
But when I take two steps away
And shed some light on my day

Yeah, you can't go back
It's all in the past
Guess you gotta laugh at it

You're my type of guy
I guess if you were stuck in
East Northumberland High
For the rest of my life
But people change
Thank God I did
And if there's some confusion
Let me tell you
You're just delusional
Get a clue 'cause people change
Thank God I did
(Thank God I did)

Yeah, just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you now
Just because I like you back then
It doesn't mean I like
Doesn't mean I like you
Just because I liked you back then
It doesn't mean I like you now

This time around, even though they clapped, they were a bit confused.

"It's not how I feel. It's how he wants me to feel. He wants me to get over him. This song is just a fake. I wrote it to please him, even though he'll probably never even hear it. It's what he would want to hear, though," I clarified. Their expressions cleared.

I played Chemicals React, Cold As You, The Outside, See You Again, Quiet, One In A Million, A Perfectly Good Heart, Distracted, Breathe, and then Don't Forget. Then my stomach grumbled as I was about to say my fingers were about to bleed.

"Oh, yes. It's late," a lady with dark hair and big green eyes behind thick lenses said. "Why don't we all go to lunch together? We can disscuss what we'll do there." She looked at all her seven other partners and said: "We're keeping her, aren't we?"

Everyone said yes and we went to lunch to disscuss what I would do.

SO many questions: What name would I be under? What category in music would I be? What would be my first single? How would I be introduced? Would I be a success? Would they be able to make me a success?

All of those--- or most of them, anyway,--- would be answered, and then I'll go into the recording studio. I could hardly wait!