(A/N) Hallo everybody. I had this idea for a long time but never saw the story on the site so eventually decided to do it myself. I couldn't do it on my own, que my beta ''FantasticDream'' . Please tell me what you think, but please, keep in mind that this is our first story and English isn't our native language.

Prologue.

Dammit! Why did I think this was a good idea? I'm so stupid en now I can't turn back, just great. I can do this! Come on Bella, men up this was my own freaking idea after all. Great and now I'm talking to myself, just perfect. If you're wondering what the hell I'm doing well I'm about to have a blind audition of the Voice and my ex-boyfriend is one of the coaches.

6 years ago I went to this summer camp BLUE MOON, kind of like that Disney movie Camp Rock. It's a camp for musician's. I was 16 at the time and I met Edward Cullen, who was 18. We met, fell in love and at the end of summer we said our goodbye's, knowing that we'd never see each other again. Ever.

Right before I left I played him a song I wrote called 'I'm Yours' and gave it to him. Never thinking I would hear the song 2 years later on the radio by the newcomer Edward Cullen. You can imagine my shock. Why would Edward use my song? Now Edward Cullen is one of the most respected artist in the business. A coach of the Voice alongside country singer Jasper Whitlock, pop princess Alice Brandon and R&B artist Emmett McCarthy.

That brings me back to right now, me pacing around. Waiting to go on stage and preform the same song I sang for him 6 years ago. Other people tried to sing the same song and while the other coaches turned around, Edward never did. When they asked him why he said that "there are only 2 people in this world who can sing this song, one of them is me and the other one is private." Here's to hoping he meant me.

"Miss Swan? You can go on stage now." The older woman with a headset said to me. Crap, alright Bella take a deep breath. Please don't let me fall of the stage. Why the fuck did Rose insisted on me wearing heals in the first place, she knows how clumsy I am. I take one last deep breath before sitting on the chair with my guitar in hand and start to play.

"You've touched these tired eyes of mine

And mapped my face line by line

… … … … … … ."

When I'm done I look up to a pair of green eyes watching me.