Woohoo from the deep and dark depths of writers block I have emerged with a brand new story. There have been similar stories to this one but it will be different. And just a for warning to any one who wants to flame me about anything about any instrument mentioned in this story I will laugh at you. Long and hard I will laugh, so don't even try it, unless my writing gets really dark then maybe I'll need a laugh. Ok this is just a prologue to see how people will like it so please review. As mentioned I do take flames I still just usually laugh at them but some have actually been really helpful. Ok I'm going to stop blabbering and get on with the story.
Unequal Balance:
Prologue:
He just sat there. In everyway he looked like a statue, unmoving, unchanging, frozen in time. Then he'd come alive. His face could light up a room, his crooked smile turning me to jelly whenever it was directed toward me. He suddenly stood, in a movement that the most graceful being in the universe would envy. Smoothly and slowly he walked up to me. Leaning down he captured my lips with his, sending electric sparks to flow through my body.
Well at least in my dreams this is true. This dream comes to me often, despite my attempts to rid him from my mind. He is perfect in every sense of the word. From his unnaturally pale, yet completely handsome, skin to his alluring, dazzling emerald eyes.
Who is he? Oh, only Edward Cullen, musician extraordinaire and the reason my school can charge an ungodly amount for tuition here. Who am I on the other hand? No one really. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, Bella for short. I'm principle clarinet player here at Amore di Musica Accademia. For those who can't speak Italian it means Love of Music Academy. Situated in L'Aquila, Italy only those who have the talent and the money go here.
And here is where I first met Edward. Orientation day, two years ago. We've been best friends ever since. So it's not like he doesn't know I exist, he only thinks of me as a friend. That's the problem. Curse all handsome piano players to the depths of Antarctica. (A/N yes I know that's weird but I absolutely love Antarctica).
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Edward's Angel Of Music