Disclaimer: I DO NOT own twilight! Just MY plot.

BPOV

I was in my second year of Julliard. A child prodigy is what they called me; it made Renee proud to have something to brag about her only daughter. I practiced on my cello constantly, for hours and hours till my fingers go numb. At first, I never really wanted to play but eventually the cello grown on me and I fell in love with its beauty. Its curvy mahogany body resting against my own, as my fingers dance across the ebony fret board, my eyes closed slightly as my body unwillingly swayed to the music. My sanctuary. My sacred place.

We were into our third rehearsal for the week, preparing for the spring music festival. I was rewarded a solo of my choice that was usually granted to the third and fourth years. I would internally be playing to my deceased parents in this performance. I know they will be there in spirit watching over me. For the last and final time before the end of practice, the orchestra began playing, and it was clear that we were all revved-up for the spring to come. There would be a new level of interplay and tension between the orchestra, conductor and I since me being a second year would keep the performance lively and spontaneous. When my part was coming up I quickly adjusted the endpin so that the cello gently rested against my chest, using my knees to firmly steady my beloved cello. Silently count the beats in my head till my bow would stroke the fret board. As I started to feel the familiar sensation in my fingers, I closed my eyes. Totally in tuned with the music. I was so in the zone. I actually don't think I've ever been so focused; I had a lot to prove to my older classmates that had doubts of my abilities. The performance felt like it was moving in slow motion, yet in retrospect, the 6 minute piece felt like only a few moments.

My usually mono-tone empathic conductor gave me a smile of approval and ended the rehearsal. Putting up my sheet music, my eye caught the time on my watch.

My eyes widen, as I realized that I was late for work. I worked 6 days a week waitressing in a small dinner after classes, just to pay for living expenses since my tuition was covered when I received a full scholarship to Julliard. I packed my things quickly, dashing towards my old rusted red truck that Charlie gave me for my 16th birthday. It was a 1953 Chevrolet Pickup Truck that didn't go past 60, not that I minded since everything is basically walking distance.

Making my way through the double doors I pulled my long, unruly hair in a messy bun and adjusting my apron.

"Bella! You're late, again "He empathized, considering that this was the 8th time this month that I was late. I opened my mouth to apologies yet again but he held his hand out and yelled, "Just go and take care ofTable 6, we will talk later!" I jumped, startled by the vile voice of Mike Newton.

"Yeah I'm on it" I whispered walking past him, I pulled out my notepad not bothering to look up as I walked through the familiar galley dinner.

"Hi, my name is Bella" I stated with a friendly smile, "I'll be your waitress today, what can I get you?" I looked up into the most vibrant green eyes. I had got lost in his emerald orbs for what seemed to be forever. I finally broke my gaze and evaluate the rest of him. His hair is both as a strange shade of bronze and as an auburn. It was naturally messy, what some people would call sex hair. I could tell he was tall compared to my 5'4 build even while he was sitting. His facial features were nearly perfect and angular, high cheekbones, strong jaw line, a straight nose, and full lips. Slender, yet I could see his biceps in his white crisp button down shirt. He could easily be compared to the mythical Greek god Adonis, but then, he opened up his mouth.

"You," he paused with a smug smirk of his face.

"Making me breakfast after we wake up together." His velvet arrogant voice dazzled me for a moment, while I felt a flush of blood heat over my cheeks.

His suit and tied buddies laughed along with him. I balled my small fist tightly, humiliated by his comment. A spark of confidence arose in me and suddenly my body was moving without my consent.

I grinned at him and simply replied, "Let me see what I can get you."

Acting as if I played into him little game I bit my bottom lip seductively and looked at him through my thick eyelashes. I grabbed the nearby pitcher of water, slowly poured it over him as my smile grew

"Is that all I can get you?" I said biting the inside of my cheek keeping me from ruin my composure. In sync the rally of men that surrounded him stood up, but surprisingly he threw up his arm stopping them from trampling me.

Before he could open his mouth to yell or whatever, I could see Mike can running up to me screaming demanding to know what happen.

My mouth went dry, "I-I" started to say but once again his piercing shrieks overpowered my voice.

It seemed that reality hit me and my ears went numb. The only thing I seem to grasp is that Mike had removed my apron and had a painfully tight grip of my arm leading me to the door.

"Isabella Swan! You are fired!"

I was lost for words, in a blink of an eye my anger overcame my use in common sense. I had lost my job. The only job that was feeding me, keeping clothes on my back and keeping electricity in my home was gone.

(AN Hey guys, just rewrote the first chapter. Which I like a whole lot better. A couple of changes, I love Mobward but at the same time I didn't want his character to be all . . . kind of scary. & Bella new character is more of the traditional 'Shy Bella' but I also wanted her to have that sexy, confident side. But don't ya'll worry Mobward will come out to play)