A/N. I love music so much, so this story is basically about music. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Edward's POV
The new composition paper sat in front of me. It had been a present from my sister, Alice, for my birthday. The new song I was writing didn't seem to work that well. I shut the pad of paper before it frustrated me too much. I would come back later. I had at least five different tablets just like it lying around, all full. I seemed to always get composition paper for any celebration where gifts were involved. I appreciated it though, every time I would get a new pad of paper I would instantly fill it with music that had been brewing in my head. I mostly wrote music for my own personal piano playing; it was the only type I knew how to write. But lately I have been wanting more. I longed to write music with more instruments and maybe even vocal music. I was about to enter my freshmen year of college as a piano performance major. One of the requirements for this major was four years of music theory. I was excited for this class. I saw it as beneficial. I knew how chords in music worked so I figured I would be a little bit ahead of everyone else. I was confident in my musical skills. But I was very excited to expand my knowledge.
Northwestern in Illinois was to be my college. I had picked it for their music program as well as their academics. I looked forward to getting out of Forks, Washington where I had been my whole entire life. It was a beautiful place, but after eighteen years I was ready for a change.
I packed up all my belongings in suitcases. My plane left in six hours and I was nowhere near done. I heard a swift knock on the door to my bedroom and my father appeared. His face looked stoic even though I knew that he was pained to see me go. I was his oldest and the first one out of the nest. He had wanted me to stay closer to Forks, but completely understood how important this was for me.
"Need any help?" he asked in a calm voice.
"Nah, I mean I just need to get all this stuff in these suitcases." He turned to leave. "Dad?" I asked as his back was turned to me. He pivoted on his heal so he was facing me.
"Yes, son?" I stood and in few steps I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered in my ear. I could feel tears. I would miss him. He had always been there for me. After releasing me from his tight embrace he remained in the room until I was finished packing about an hour later. We talked about small things, college and clubs I wanted to join when I arrived.
A few years ago when I informed him that I planned on becoming a piano performer he was slightly let down. He had imagined that I would have followed in his footsteps and become a doctor. After many conversations I had finally convinced him that piano was where my heart was. He accepted my choice and now was eagerly awaiting the time when I would be a famous pianist.
The airport was cold. My whole family was there: my mom Esme, my father Carlisle, and my sister Alice. We had figured to save money that I would ride the plane to Illinois by myself. My family had already visited Northwestern early this summer, so they feel they had to see it again.
Alice was in shambles. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was running down her cheeks in long lines. Esme's eyes were red from the tears. Carlisle was the only one that seemed to be together, even though I knew he'd cry later, he was being strong for my mother and sister.
A monotone voice came over the speaker and announced that I should be boarding by now. I gave everyone in my family one more hug and picked up my carry-on bag. I waved good-bye with my free hand then turned to make my way to the line. There was a smile on my face. I was leaving one life behind, I was starting a new one. A new one with infinite opportunities. I smiled as the plane came into view.
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