Summery: Bella is a well known Music Therapist who likes her quiet job at the St. Jude's hospital. Her life is uninteresting and normal, but that changes when 11 year old Abby Cullen becomes her patient. The journey of a young girl healing is made more complicated when Abby's brother, Edward, comes along for the ride.
Me: Hello People! I am MusicAddict5. I use to be M-IsForMusic6, for those of you that know me as such, Alfred is back!
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Me: For those of you that don't know Alfred he is my writing partner that lives in my head and annoys me to no end.
Alfred: Hey! That is so not true, if anything you annoy me! Anyway I am like the little voice in her head that tells her not to do something, but my main job is making sure that she remembers to write the disclaimer. The only reason I do this is because, if she is sued then we will both be thrown in jail and I will have to eat that horrid food and I will become someone's bitch and… well you get the picture.
Me: *Rolling eyes* Always so dramatic… Anyway, here is my latest story. It is a Romance/Humor story that is rated M for cussing and because I'm paranoid. I don't think that there will be lemons but we will see what happens.
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Music Of The Heart
Music can change the world because it can change people.
~Bono
BPOV
I walked down the hall, nearly running, I was so late. My guitar bouncing against my back and my purse hitting my leg, I looked down at the sheet of paper in my hand.
Room 443, Abby Cullen.
I looked at the hospital doors, 437, 439, 441, and here it was 443. The door wasn't all the way closed and I looked in to see a girl who looked about 11 years old in the bed and the back of a guy's head. Both had the oddest color hair. It was brown with highlights of every color, red, and blond, black… I didn't want to interrupt their talking so I waited a minute.
"Why can't you just play to me on your keyboard? You probably play better than any chick that will come in here." The girl said. She was very pretty, small but still strong looking, with green eyes and her hair in long ringlets.
The guy shook his head, I couldn't see his face. "Oh come on Abbs. This woman comes highly recommended, and you know I can't just bring my keyboard in here." He told here in the most beautiful voice I had ever heard.
"But I don't need some stranger to come in and sing me hippy songs about how, I'm going to get better, and I should be happy because I'm lucky, and rainbows and sunshine, and bla bla bla." The girl said looking annoyed.
I shook my head, this girl reminded me so much of myself. Gotta love a smart ass, especially if you are one.
I walked through the door. "Oh god no. There will be no rainbows and no hippy stuff. Why don't we leave that to my mother. She's a wana be hippy." I told them with a smile. The man whipped around. The breath got knocked out of me. He was by far, the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Besides the hair, which looked soft enough to run my figures through for hours, he had a jaw that could cut glass, perfect features, a body that was built but not ripped, and his eyes….Oh god almighty his eyes. They were the greenest green I had ever seen, sea foam green almost.
I stopped myself from my ogling. I had only been looking for a couple of seconds so the girl didn't notice, and neither did Mr. Sexy.
I snapped myself into professional mode and held out my hand.
"Hi, I'm Isabella Swan, the music therapist. Please call me Bella though." He shook my hand, his long fingers wrapping around mine. I felt a spark go through me and pulled back a little abruptly before turning to the girl.
"And you must be Abby." I said smiling. She nodded a blush on her cheeks. We had more in common apparently.
"H-how much did you hear?" She asked sheepishly.
I shook my head smiling. "Enough to know I have some work to do to redeem myself and out shine…" I turned to Mr. Sexy. "Sorry they didn't tell me who you are. Dad? Uncle?" I guessed. Abby snorted, and I turned back to her.
"Nope, he's my brother, Edward." She said smirking at her sibling. I looked at Edward, right as he started to glare at his sister mouthing something, before he saw me looking.
"So brother dear, now you'll be begging to come to all my music therapy sessions just so you can stare at my therapist…" Abby teased. I blushed red, but I always resulted to being a smart ass when I was uncomfortable.
"Oh you think that he likes me huh Abby?" I asked, looking between her and her brother. Edward was blushing too, and glaring hard at his sister. "Well maybe I can outshine him easier music wise, if he is too busy ogling to play good." I smirked.
Abby smiled a little and Edward rubbed one hand on his face, the other in his pocket, turned around for half a second facing the window before facing me again. I laughed till Edward spoke.
"Some sister you are. Aren't you supposed to be nice to me?" He asked.
Abby shrugged, smiling slightly. "Well, it's payback for not sneaking in your guitar or keyboard and playing for me. No offence Miss Swan, but I doubt you can play as good as my brother." She told me.
I sat down in the chair that Edward had been sitting in when I entered the room. I put my purse on the floor and my guitar on my leg.
"Please, call me Bella, and you very well could be right. But I bet you your horrible hospital lunch that I can out sing him." I told her.
I looked to see Edward cringe. "She got you there Abbs, I can't sing to save my life."
I laughed as they both cringed together. "That is very true and I'd rather you didn't put us through the torture to prove it." Abby told him.
Edward chuckled and shook his head. "No I wouldn't put anyone through that." He said. Then looked at me. "Is it okay if I stay, Bella? I promise I won't get in the way."
I shivered a little when he said my name, but snapped myself out of it. I smiled and looked at Abby, "As long as it's okay with Abby, I don't care." Abby shrugged, but I could see that she was relieved to have Edward stay.
"Alright, so first let's talk about what music therapy is." I said looking at Abby. "Now for some people what you said is right. They come in and sing songs about getting better and having hope and all that stuff, rainbows and kittens, yada yada yada. But me? I'm different." I said and winked at Edward over Abby's head as he moved to the other chair. "I went to school for this. Now our sessions are going to be whatever you want." I told her looking Abby right in the eye, not smiling or goofing off now.
Abby and Edward blinked. "What?" Abby asked.
"You know what I said. It's up to you what we do at these things. If you want me to play and sing because you're having a stressful day, then I will. If you want to just talk, that's what we'll do. If you want to write a song to get some emotion out, that is exactly what you'll do and I'll help."
Abby's face looked a little relieved. "So you're not going to feed me a bunch of stuff about how I'm so lucky to be getting better, and I should go 'give hope'." She said making air quotes.
I laughed. "No, but you are lucky to be getting better, and other kids like it when they have someone to talk to about what they're going through."
Abby shrugged. "I don't think she's quite ready for that…" Edward said for her.
"Trust me, I totally understand." I looked at my watch. "But since I've only got another half an hour before I got to go to another session, I've decided that we're going to talk this one, maybe mess around with my guitar."
Abby nodded her head in agreement. Edward was watching her with a look of concentration.
I went through what I had read in her file in my head. Abigail Anne Cullen: She was a survival cancer patient who was fine physically but not emotionally. She was depressed and angry, but no one knew why. Her parents had said that she had done a 180 since the cancer was found. She went from a happy cheerful optimistic girl, to one that hardly laughed, smiled rarely, and wouldn't talk to anyone.
We would go at her pace. The first thing that needed to happen was to get her to open up to me. To do that she needed to be comfortable.
"So, first I just want to get to know you." I told her. "What… is your favorite color?" I asked with a smile.
Abby looked at her brother before looking at me. "Red." She stated simply.
"Well mine is close to that. Orange. But not like hunters orange, like burnt orange." I told her with a smile. "What about you Edward?" I asked noticing that Abby still wasn't comfortable. She seemed close to her brother, he could really help.
He was quiet for a moment, just looking at me for some reason. "Brown." He stated.
I knew I looked confused, and as did Abby. "What?" She asked. "Your favorite color is blue…"
"Brown is a weird favorite color." I added.
The man shrugged and there was a hint of color on his cheeks. "It's warm and soft, and just natural." He said clearly embarrassed.
I shrugged it off, but Abby gave her brother an odd look before looking back at me.
"So, here is the important question. It is the most important question that will determine our entire relationship." I told her in the most serious voice I could muster.
Abby looked worried, and Edward looked almost upset.
"Are you ready for this question?" I asked. "You have to answer honestly."
Abby nodded hesitantly.
"Okay." I said with a deep breath. "What….kind of music do you like or listen to? And if you say that you don't like music I am out that door, and I shall never speak to you again." I told her with a fake huff.
There was a beat of silence, before both the siblings let out a breath and then Edward started laughing, Abby just smiled a little shaking her head.
"This is no joke people!" I told them. "This is serious stuff."
Abby looked at me. "Um, well I like pretty much everything except screamo and country." She told me.
I slapped my forehead. "Oh no. You don't like country?" I asked with mock incredulous. "I don't know if I can look you in the eye anymore. Though I completely agree on the screamo."
Edward continued to chuckle as I faked glared at Abby. She just shrugged, not apologetic. Finally I sighed.
"Well I'm just going to have to change that." I said. "You like classical though?" I asked.
Abby nodded and looked at Edward. "That's what he plays on the piano. It's my favorite sound." She said.
Edward blushed a little, again. "Who does he play?" I asked, looking at Edward also.
"Well everything from Bach to Beethoven to Mozart, but my favorites are the ones he rights." Abby said.
I smiled. "You compose?" I asked.
Edward shrugged. "Yeah, but it's not as good as she says."
Abby snorted. "Oh really? You can make mom cry with some of those pieces. And let me tell you," she said to me. "That is not an easy thing to do."
I nodded. "Do you have a favorite?" I asked Abby.
"Yeah. My song, the one he wrote for me after I found out that I had cancer." She said softly.
Edward looked sad as if remembering something. "Is it fast? Slow?" I asked.
"It's soft and sad, but it's beautiful." She told me.
"It's not that good." Edward said trying to play it off.
Abby snorted again. "Don't listen to him, it is that good. I mean he's a professional pianist for God's sake."
I was a little shocked. "Really?"
Edward nodded. "Anything I've heard of?" I asked him.
The musician in question rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, well if you've heard of Jim Brickman, I played a piece on his last album."
"I have more than heard of him. I own all his CD's." I went through his last one in my head. "Wait, did you write Wind Dancer?" I inquired, shocked.
"Yep, he did." Abby told me.
"Wow." I said my eyes wide. "That is my favorite piano piece."
"Thanks." He mumbled.
"He's too modest for his own good." Abby said and looked at her brother with a mixture of annoyance and pride.
I glanced at my watch and sighed. "Well I gotta go pretty soon. I have another appointment." I told them a little bit disappointed. I opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by another voice.
"Well, well, well." I heard the nasally voice that I most dreaded. "If it isn't Bella Swan, doing her useless tricks on her guitar."
I turned slowly to see Jessica walk in. She was a nurse here, and it was common knowledge that we hated each other, and that she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Hello Jessica. Let me guess you have been standing there for the last thirty minutes?" I asked.
"And if I have?" She asked. "I should report you for flirting with the brother of the patient, instead of helping the sick person in this room."
I almost said it, almost. Literally, I was a half a second away from saying it. But I just mumbled it instead, so that only Edward and Abby could hear me. "The only sick person here is you."
Abby, for the first time since I had met her, laughed. Edward rolled his eyes, but nodded at me.
"Is that part of the job now?" Jessica asked. "Trying to get laid by the patient's brother?" She asked.
I really wanted to punch her for that. "I don't know, like you have been Ms Nurse?" Abby asked in annoyance.
I was shocked for a moment, but then I grinned at her; I like this girl, a lot.
Jessica sputtered for a second. "You're just a child, you don't know anything." She finally said. "If you did, you would have seen that this girl was trying to go bedy-bye with your brother." Jessica said in a baby voice, I rolled my eyes.
Edward looked like he was going to blow his top.
"Oh, my, god. You really are that stupid aren't you?" Abby asked.
Jessica just frowned.
"How in the world did you become a nurse, did you sleep your way through the program?" Abby asked. I really wanted to high five her, badly, but she was on a roll.
"Whatever kid. If she wasn't flirting why was she talking about him, and not you?"
I was almost positive that Abby didn't know the answer to this question, and if she didn't know I really shouldn't tell her. But Abby surprised me.
"She was talking to my brother because, one, the subject came up, and two, Bella was trying to put me at ease. Now please get out of here. I will make sure that you are not my nurse anymore also, because you have been trying to get in my brothers pants. And besides that, stupid people annoy me." Abby said in almost a board voice.
"I am not stupid!" Jessica screeched.
Abby snorted, something I was finding she did often, but not in an annoying way. It fit her personality. "You thought that my cancer was contagious when I first got here. You walked in with gloves and a mask. Thinking that if you touched me you would die."
I looked at Edward and Abby. "No way."
Edward nodded. "Yep, took three doctors to convince her otherwise."
"Wow." Was all I said.
"Now leave." Abby told her. "I want to say goodbye to Bella, and then I want to watch the new episode of Chuck."
I laughed as Jessica stomped out of the door.
I launched myself at Abby and gave her a hug. "You are now my favorite person in the world. Not only did you tell off Jessica, but you also like Chuck which just happens to be my favorite show."
Abby laughed a little and shrugged. "She's a pain in the ass, and I was tired of her hitting on my brother right in front of me, and treating me like I was two."
I looked at her seriously. "You act much older than 11."I told her." She just shrugged at looked out the window.
"I haven't had the choice for the last two years." She said softly. Edward ran his hand down his face looking older than he was too. I put on my best smile, trying to lighten their moods.
"You have no idea how much I would love to stay and talk to you both for the rest of the day, but I need to get going." I said, disappointed.
They both nodded. "I will be back on Wednesday, but if you need anything, be it 2pm on Saturday or 2am at night, just give me a call." I grabbed one of my cards and wrote my home phone and cell number on the back, before handing it to her.
"Thank you." She said softly.
I got my stuff together and started to walk out the door, but I doubled back.
"Oh and Abby? Listen to this and then tell me what you think of Country." I said smirking and handing her the new Sugarland CD.
She nodded. "Bye guys." I said, and started walking out the door and down the hall. But before I was out of ear shot I heard the Cullen siblings talking.
"So, what do you think of Music Therapy now?" I heard Edward ask with a smile in his voice.
"I don't know, but I like Bella, and I know you knew. Oh by the way, Brother Dear? I know that you like her way more than I do." With that the TV turned on and I knew that Edward was standing there shocked.
Abby was a very smart eleven year old, and her brother was too attractive to be my patients brother.
I needed to talk to Rose and Alice, asap.
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