(A/N OMG! This is my second story! I'm so excited, and I love this plot line! Please tell me if I should continue! 3)
During the Music of the Night
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Why my mother? She was the kindest, most lovable person in the world. Why did god have to take her so early? Somehow I can't make my self believe it was her time to go, though I was always a big believer in fate. God was my supposed to be my safe house. How could he take away the only thing I had left. I sighed. I guess that wasn't the only thing I had, I always have Alice. She was my best friend since we were babies, and her parents were my god parents. My father past away a few years ago, while I was staying with him in Forks, Washington. My parents were divorced when I was three, and my father took custody of me. I visited my mother, Renee, as much as possible in Phoenix, Arizona. I wasn't crazy about the miserable humid weather, though. When my father passed, I was only fourteen. Charlie, my father, was gunned down by an enemy he put in jail that had just gotten out. It hit me so hard. Almost suicidal hard. I gladly went to live with my mother in Arizona.
We were best friends, closer than Alice and I were when I lived in Washington. When I was sixteen we received the worst news possible. She was terminal…leukemia to be exact. I felt tears well up, as I thought about the pain I was, and still to this day, feeling…she died a year later, when I was seventeen. That was the short time of four months ago. I had been living with one of my mothers friends, until the legal documents, adoption into the Cullen family, had been finished. Alice was so ecstatic that we would be sisters. Don't get me wrong, I was happy to be apart of such a magnificent family, but it felt wrong that I was leaving Charlie, and Renee behind and entering a new family. I was keeping my last name though - still Isabella Swan. I wanted at least that part of them.
I was now on the plane to Forks, Washington. There was one thing that I couldn't wait to be apart of when I got their. The Forks Opera House. I loved singing, and playing piano. It was a very deep rooted passion of mine. It kept me together through those hard times. I shut my eyes, and let myself shut down till the plane landed, mentally and physically.
I opened my eyes as the woman next to me, was shouting 'the plane is landing miss' in my ear. I nodded and thanked her. When the plane landed I walked to the airport and sat down on a bench. I looked around and didn't see them. I guess they weren't here.
"Beautiful Isabella", I heard a male voice whisper. I jumped at the sound and looked around me. No one was there. The funny thing is that the fact that I heard someone's voice right in my ear, and then no one was twenty feet near me wasn't even the part that dumbfounded me. It was the actual voice that astounded me. It was so soft, and enchanting. I felt my, long empty heart, start to beat frantically. What was wrong with me? Hearing voices in my head? Feeling addicted to the texture of his voice? Ah! I can't shake the odd feeling that someone was watching me, though here I sit alone. No one around to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you delusional freak! The same voice laughed. I looked around again…nothing.
"Hello? If there's some creeper in the bushes, you better run your sorry ass home!" The voice just laughed louder.
"Until tonight, my Bella", the voice whispered again. That voice…man, that voice! It was like warm honey, melting my heart…Geez Bella! Post traumatic stress much? I groaned.
"Bella!" …Was I hearing another voice as well? I turned around and saw Alice running towards me with a gleeful expression. I mentally slapped myself. I should have recognized the extravagant voice of my life-long best friend. I jumped up and we both thrashed into each other. We were both laughing when our heads clanged together. We hadn't seen each other for years. We talked every day, and we emailed constantly, but it was never enough for the two of us. We had so many inside jokes that it wasn't even funny. Alice started pulling me towards a car. I saw the rest of the Cullen family in the car, and waved. They all waved with a smile, except Esme who blew me a kiss. I giggled. Esme will always be Esme. Alice turned to face me as we were getting in the car.
"Did you think we would make you wait Bella? We were here forty minutes before you showed up dummy! We are so excited! We love having you stay here!" Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me into the car next to her. I said my hellos to everyone, and they returned it. Alice, being her usual chattering self, was rambling on and on, as I smiled fondly at her. Emmett and I shared a knowing look, as Alice's voice carried out through the car. Then she returned to normal pace as she talked so I understood her.
"When we get home, I'll help you unpack, then I'll show you the Opera House! I know how excited you are to see it. It's become a second home for me, and my sweet, awesome dance moves." I chuckled. Alice was their star dancer. She could do anything, though her specialty was ballet. She made professional ballet dancers weep when they saw her poise, and grace. She danced with such passion and beauty that it made everyone in the audience go into silent awe. It didn't last long though…as soon as she was done the crowd always went ballistic with applause. I had only seen her dance in person when I was fourteen, but she always sent me the performance tape over these last couple years, so I could see. She also made me record my voice, and piano and send her the tape. She claimed that my voice was the only remedy for her - whether it be for sickness, anxiety, or insomnia. She said that it was the most pure thing she had ever heard, and that it brought her to tears frequently. She loved my compositions, claiming that it knocked the wind out of her each and every time she listened to it. Every time I told her that she was exaggerating, she would scold me for an hour about how I never saw myself clearly. Easy to say I dropped it after a while. Her exact quote was 'Your voice and compositions are almost as beautiful as your face, get over it!" I rolled my eyes.
Alice was beautiful. She had dark, spiky hair, that pointed in every direction. She had the most angelic face - it always brought me peace. Her skin was pale, as was mine, though her pale skin made her glow. She had breathe taking green eyes, that made you do a double take when you locked gazes with her. When with her you felt as if you were in the presence of an angel. Her personality matched her appearance, which made every one her crossed her love her to death.
Alice grabbed my hand and smiled at me. I smiled back and rested my head on her shoulder. At times I thought that she was the only one who would every understand me. She knew me inside and out.
When we got home, Alice and I quickly unpacked my stuff, and yelled to the others that we were walking to the Opera House. We jogged instead of walked because we were just to dang excited to walk. As soon as we were there, a feeling of safety washed over me. Here was my chance for escape; music being my escape. Alice and I squealed simultaneously, and then laughed at each other. We walked in, holding hands. She gave me a tour, but then her extremely nice dance teacher told her that it was time for her lesson. Alice told me to feel free to look around and practice if I wanted. The teacher took her into a back room - which I presume was the ballet room- with a smile at me before shutting the door. I sighed and wondered on stage. I spotted a grand piano and sat down. Hmmm…I think I'll play a classic. "Think of Me" seemed like a good choice. (A/N Good song. xD It's from 'Phantom of the Opera') My fingers began to glide over the notes, and I readied myself to sing.
Think of me,think of me, fondly,when we've said me once in a while - please promise me you'll try.
I breathed deep, and then begun to sing again.
When you findthat, once again, you longto take your heart back and be free - if you ever finda moment, spare a thoughtfor me ...
Suddenly I felt like I wasn't alone. As I begun to sing the soprano part, a deeper, male voice sang with me.
We never saidour love was evergreen,or as unchangingas the sea -but ifyou can still remember,stop and think of me ...
The voice that joined me, made me soar. I couldn't make myself stop.
Think of all the thingswe've said and seen -don't think about the way things might have been ...
How did this fantastic creature know my lyrics?
Think of me, think of me waking,silent me,trying to hard to put youfrom my mind.
I played the piano part, beaming in anticipation to hear the voice again.
Recall those days,look back onall those times,think of the things we'll never do -there willnever bea day, whenI won't thinkof you ...
The way our voices harmonized made me feel like I was flying.
We never said our lovewas evergreenor as unchanging as the sea - but pleasepromise me,that sometimes,you will think of me!
When we both hit the last note, I felt a sense of being whole. I haven't felt that for years. I grasped onto it tightly. This song usually made me cry, since I wrote it for my parents, but I was rejoicing now. I needed to know who this man was.
"How did you know my lyrics?" No answer.
"You sing with me, and with such a lovely voice. Please tell me who you are?" No answer. I put my face in my hands. Maybe I really was going crazy.
"Don't fret, dear Isabella. You'll know soon enough", a voice whispered. I looked up.
"You know what I'll know? I'll know Frank, the one who will be giving me my medicine when I end up in the mental institution." I heard the voice laugh.
"Your funny as well as beautiful and talented. Though you are so much more than just funny, beautiful, and talented. Your everything." I smiled up at the ceiling.
"Clearly your delusional. I won't hold it against you. Can I at least know the name of the person who compliments me so?" Another laugh.
"I bet you hear this a lot, but you don't see yourself clearly. As for the question…I can only promise you that you will know soon. Very soon dear." I stared confusedly up at the ceiling. The voice said nothing more. I sighed as I got up from the piano bench and decided to explore the Opera House.
As I looked around, I couldn't stop thinking of the voice I had been hearing ever since I arrived here. I smiled to myself, thinking of that magnificent voice! What ever had brought it to me I was eternally grateful. I stopped in my tracks as I remembered something. When I would sing for my dad, he would always tell me that god would send me an angel of music. I always laughed, but he would always be completely serious as he said it. Was this what he was talking about? Could it be my angel of music? I shook my head at how utterly ridiculous I sounded. I walked behind the stage, looking at the names on the dressing rooms. There was one door completely covered in pink feathers with the name 'Lauren' on it in fancy cursive writing. Underneath her name had 'Pre Madonna' in cursive writing. She was obviously the star. I couldn't wait to meet her and hear her voice that everyone obviously praised, considering the bouquets of flowers by her door.
"Isabella. Come Isabella", a voice commanded. The voice was hypnotic and I walked down the hallway towards the voice…
To Be Continued…
(A/N Hit or miss? Parts you liked and didn't like? Advise would be helpful! Review and message please!…But mainly review xD) BellaCullen03
