Chapter 1

I felt the sun hit me as a lay in my bed. My eyes were, closed but I could still feel the warmth. It felt wonderful. Not that my eyes were closed because I was sleeping, because I can't sleep. I was just thinking. Then I heard it. Music. Music from a piano. Where would the music be coming from? I rolled over in the bed, prepared to ask my fiancée if he heard it too but felt empty sheets. I opened my eyes to find myself alone in our big bed. Apparently I had been very lost in my thoughts to not feel him get out of bed. The music was still playing. Then I recognized it. It was my song! The song my fiancée, Gaspard, had written for me. We had a piano in the house, so he must have been playing it on it downstairs. I quietly got out of bed, put my slippers on, and opened the door. Yes, he was deffinatly playing it on the piano. I stopped at the top of the stairs and there he was, playing. The chair was facing away from me, so I could see the muscles on his back move while he ran his fingers over the keys. He was so beautiful. My song was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. I was careful to be very quiet as I walked down the stairs because I didn't want him to know I was out of bed. I would surprise him. Not that being quiet and graceful was hard for me because it's not hard for any vampire. Still I wanted to be careful. When I reached the bench, I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed right below the edge of his jaw. He stopped playing and before I knew it I was on his lap. He looked down at me with those beautiful golden eyes that all "vegetarian" vampires like us have.

"Good morning, love," he said.

I put my hand on his beautiful, pale cheek, and laid a kiss on his perfect lips.

"It is a good morning," I agreed. He smiled down at me.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"For getting me out of bed with my beautiful song."

"Anytime," he replied. I stood from his lap, and he stood next to me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's almost ten o'clock," he replied. That wasn't bad. We still had plenty of time to get ready and leave for the theater. Today was a Thursday, so our show was at seven and we had to be at the theater by five. Gaspard and I were in theater. That's how we meet when he was nineteen, and I was eighteen. I was in high school, and my school was doing Beauty and the Beast. I was playing Belle when Gaspard came one night to watch. He had just gotten back from Europe to come live with is family, the Cullens, again. We just looked into each other's eyes, and well… the rest is history. We feel in love, and here we are now. Him waking me up with an amazingly beautiful song to get ready to go perform Wicked together. Gaspard had always wanted to get into theater, and it wouldn't be very hard for him because he had the voice of an angel. No, scratch that. He had a voice that would make any angel jealous. He had always wanted this, but said he had no motivation to pursue it until he meet me. Now we live in an house in Philadelphia, and perform Wicked at the Walnut Street Theater. It's not like Wicked on Broadway, although it is out goal to make it their some day. It's the same play, but it's with a younger cast. After all it's a regional theater. A professional theater, so we make money, but not Broadway. Yet. We plan on moving to New York to pursue that in the summer.

It took a lot of convincing to get my parents to let me move into a house with my love. I was eighteen at the time, a legal adult, so I really could do whatever I want. But I didn't just want to leave them, and have them mad at me. That's not a good feeling. So we put it off for a little while. Then Gaspard proposed. My life was complete, and with us being engaged… well my parents couldn't refuse. So we moved out, which was the perfect time for me to be changed. And so, Gaspard changed me. Now, here we are, almost three years later. A happily engaged vampire couple.