So I thought I would try another one-shot, It has been a year since Edward left Bella and Jake has convinced her that she should try her hand at singing, lets see how it turns out shell we.
Disclamier: I own nothing Songs by Mindy Smith
My vision faltered for a second as I took in the old damp bar. I was behind the black curtain that was sheltering me from the stage at the moment.
My eyes refocused again, I could make out some people in the small crowd. A man in his early twenties sat close to the stage with a woman at his side,
'Talent scouts that young huh?' I thought. I felt my nerves pick up again, throwing my heart in my throat for what felt like the fifth time today.
Thinking back to everything that had happened this year made my mouth dry, I felt as if there were cotton balls packed in there. Edward had left
me along with his entire family over a stupid paper cut at my eight tenth birthday party. I could feel one of the stitches I had sown my heart back
up with pop open.
He told me he did not love me anymore, I was not good for him.
What a way to go huh?
When I lay on that forest floor my life left me, I was left with nothing but a hollow shell.
After a couple of months, I had found a couple of bikes in the garbage and took them with me. I do not remember why I did it but nothing made
since anymore. I remember my old friend Jacob from the La Push Res. He had rebuilt my old truck so I knew he would be able to help re-build the
bikes and maybe in return he would take one off my hands for himself.
Jake helped me through a lot, my own personal sunshine I thought, we re-built the bikes an then he helped me learn how to ride it. That of
course did not go over well, after a trip to the hospital though I was A-Okay.
Then we found out that Jake was a werewolf but honestly, it did not surprise me much, vampires were real after all.
It was my nineteenth birthday and Jake had bought me a beautiful brown guitar and even offered to give me lessons until I could pick it up. After
about a month of him teaching me, I began to get the hang of it and soon I could play songs not just random chords. Jake and I song sometimes
when we were alone, he had a beautiful voice. It was husky and thick; mostly he knew songs sung by the tribe members when they got together
for a meeting. Therefore, I decided to try to write some new songs for us to sing. Moreover, that is how I landed here, behind a curtain of an old
bar in Port Angeles. Jake had convinced me that my songs were good, good enough for a stage appearance I guess. He had forgotten to mention
until the last minute that there would be a couple of talent scouts in the audience tonight.
"Thanks again Jake", I muttered under my breath.
My old guitar hung behind my back as I pulled the curtain back.
'Here goes nothing', I thought.
My black converse squeaked as I made my way onto the stage and sat down on the stool in front of the microphone. The lights were bright,
making it hard to see the crowd inside the dim bar.
"Hi um…my name is Bella Swan and I would love to play some songs for you all tonight." I said quietly
I positioned my guitar in front of me and grabbed my pick from the top of the neck, strumming the chords I began the song…
Hold me
Even though I know you're leaving
And show me
All the reasons you would stay
It's just enough to feel your breath on mine
To warm my soul and ease my mind
You've got to hold me and show me now
I could hear my voice float out over the crowd an into the night air outside.
Give me
Just one part of you to cling to
And keep me
Everywhere you are
It's just enough to steal my heart and run
And fade out with the falling sun
Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You've got to hold me and keep me
Tell me that someday you'll be returning
And maybe
Maybe I'll believe
It's just enough to see a shooting star
To know you're never really far
It's just enough to see a shooting star
To know you're never really gone
Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You've got to hold me and maybe I'll believe
So hold me
Even though I know you're leaving
My voice quivered at the end memories flooding back but I pushed through it, I still had a couple more songs for them tonight.
"This one is called 'Hurricane'."
I felt the Faint trace of thunder
Rattle this old house
I saw the fire light the sky
But there's no sign of rain anywhere
Closing my eyes I sung on…
I need a hurricane To empty out this place
Seems it's the only way
To salvage any sense I have left
To move on
I'm waiting
To hear your voice again
And lighten up this heart
I'm holding on to stupid memories
But I see you in every little thing
I need a hurricane
To straighten out this place
It maybe the only way
To salvage any sense I have left
To move on
I need a hurricane
To ravage through place I think it's the only way
To salvage any sense I have left
To move on
I felt the
Faint trace of thunder
But there's no sign of rain anywhere
No, there's no sign of you anywhere
The song ended and the audience broke out into a roaring clap, I smiled timidly back at them.
"This last song I would like to dedicate to my best friend…it's called 'Down in Flames'…"
My fingers found the all too familiar chords and I began again…
Don't usually take chances
Most would easily agree
Something in your eyes
Is saying you can ease my hearache
I have a burden in sight
And I know you're just a stranger
If you cannot understand
There's too many times
I've lost my chance to talk with an angel
Too many to count
And life's so hard
It's the little things that seem to be getting me today, yeah
Life's so hard
But I'm doing what I can to not to be getting down
I'm going down in flames
Going down in flames
I would tell you I am happy
If I wasn't so damn sad
And the loneliness both overwhelms and keeps me empty
That's how it's been for a while
And life's so hard
It's the little things that seem to be getting me today, yeah
Life's so hard
But I'm doing what I can to not to be getting down
I'm going down in flames
Going down in flames
I need some direction
I need someone to listen
Someone to tell me that they know
That life's so hard
It's the little things that seem to be saving me today, yeah
Life's so hard
And I'm doing what I can
Oh, yeah, I'm doing what I can
Hey, I'm doing what I can
Going down in flames
Going down in flames
As I finished and thanked the crowd again, I made my way over to where Jake an his friends where sitting,
"So thoughts, was I that bad guys" I asked them
"Bella seriously that was the best I've ever seen you, I think they were impressed" Jake said pointing in the scouts direction. They were headed
our way now.
"Bella Swan it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Stanley Martian an this is Joyce Farley we are from Open House record's.", he told me while
shaking my hand along with Jake's.
"It is really nice to meet you as well", I told them
"Well Miss Swan I have some great news" Joyce told me smiling, "We are here to offer you a recording deal with us, we love what we heard
tonight and it would do us great pleasure to have you in our company"
"Um…wow…thank you so much and of course I would love to join you," I told both of them not believing what was happening.
"Well our people will be in touch with you very soon", they said walking away.
I breathed a sigh and looked at Jake with a huge smile,
"Bells your dad is going to flip when he hears about this", he laughed loudly. "Hey I know the guy here so lets get a drink before we head out" he
said getting up from the table and heading towards the bar.
My eyes followed him to the bar, sweeping across the room until my eyes became glued to the back of the bar where my brown irises were meet
with a stunning shade of bronze.
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