Summary
Edward (a world famous pianist) has lovers across the United States and around the world. However, only one will get to be his partner in life. Who will he pick? Gathering all fourteen of his lovers together, he declares his love. Each chapter will be from one of his lovers where you will get to meet their personalities. Not all are what they may seem and a few surprises are in store. There will be kink in some but, you will be warned when the chapter is posted. Sorry, this is just a fun story and when I feel like writing sex, I will post. The list below may not be the order I write them and until the end, I will not know who his partner and true love will be. This is where you, the readers, come in. You get to choose who it should be. I hope at the end some of you will think the person you may have liked before shouldn't be with Edward. I have my favorite and I hope it's him but, I very much doubt it. :(
Jacob
Carlisle
Seth
Emmett
Garrett
Alec
Embry
Brady
Colin
Jasper
Paul
Riley
Benjiman
Nahuel
Private Performance
chapter 1
The first guests started to arrive and Aro, the butler took their invitations before escorting them to a small private room where in one corner sat a grand piano. The large doors opened out to an opulent formal garden where the sound of the water fountain mingled with the roses that were in full bloom and added to the ambience of the evening. A waiter came through with glasses of the finest Champagne. Taking a glass, they were each given a rose of varying colors except for one, only unique.
Three days earlier, fourteen men received an invitation to a Private Performance by the most richly acclaimed pianist in the world, Edward Masen. What none of the guest knew were why they were there and who the other guests were. One by one more guests arrived. Soon their voices filled the room. Each man had one thing in common, they each had been a lover of the famous Edward.
"Gentleman, you may be curious as to why you have been invited here. Tonight, Master Edward is going to give his last performance to all of you but, one," Aro waited for the murmurs to quiet down. "Please gentleman, dinner will be served shortly. Master Edward will join you then," with that the butler left the room shutting double doors.
"What did he mean about all but one?" the eldest man asked the young native boy standing beside him. The boy just shrugged. He was staring at the famous opera star, Emmett McCarty who was talking to none other than flutist, Seth Clearwater. "Carlisle Cullen," he held his hand to the young boy.
"I know exactly who you are, sir. Jacob Black, an honor to meet you," the boy took the man's hand and shook it vigorously. "You will be conducting my symphony in June," he smiled.
"Ahhh well, I look forward to working with you," the famous conductor said letting his eye run over the boy.
A young man walked to the piano and ran his fingers along the key wondering who tuned it. How he wished it was him, so beautiful was the instrument. "You're a brave man. No one touches his piano," a pale man with a southern accent came and pulled the young man's fingers from the keys.
"I have tuned many of his pianos. Brady Fuller," he held out his hand.
"Jasper Hale, oboe player," he smiled taking the man's warm soft hand in his. "So, have you any idea who else is here, other than the obvious ones of course?" he chuckled.
"No, can't say I do. But, I wonder why we have been chosen to come," he said looking at the other men. He put his attention back on the southern gentleman. "Is that guy wearing makeup?" he chuckled. The blonde man squinted his eyes to take a better look at the man only a few feet away who was batting his eyelids at a young curly-haired man.
"Riley, I can't believe you didn't come in drag," the Egyptian chuckled.
"Strict instructions from the man himself, formal dinner suit. But you Benjiman, I hear great things about you. You are doing well now here in the states," he smiled at his young friend.
"This is bullshit! What the fuck does he mean he is not going to perform again? He was supposed to come to Seattle next month," a tall muscular man shouted to the room in general. "What are you staring at kid?" he growled at a strikingly good-looking man who was simply sipping his champagne.
"Paul, don't make a scene you promised me, remember?" a very young man whispered and pulled on the angry man's arm.
"Colin, you're so fucking naive. God, why did you of all people get an invite, huh?" he sighed as he saw the tears well up in his friend's eyes. They had grown up in the same reservation and both had a passion for music.
"You're telling me he is Paul Lahote," the young man that was just yelled at asked the man beside him.
"Of course, look, who else could he be but the famous bad tempered beast," the long haired Brazilian man sighed. "I'm Nahuel, you may have heard of me?" he winked at the man.
"No, but do tell me anyway," the man continued to sip his champagne. "I'm Alec by the way. Nahuel did you say?" he held out his hand feeling terrible about being so rude. He had only arrived from Italy a few hours ago and was feeling the effects.
"Beautiful night," a voice disturbed the man sitting watching the water fountain change colors every few minutes. He looked up and gave a shy smile. The intruder sat uninvited beside the shy man offering him a glass of champagne. The shy man took the glass and put his attention back to the water fountain. "My name is Garrett, may I ask of yours?" he asked quietly.
"Embry Call," was all he said not taking his eyes off the water. "Beautiful isn't it? The water, isn't it beautiful," he repeated.
A bell rang and the doors opened letting the guests know that dinner was about to be served. Reluctantly standing, Embry took one last look at the water and followed Garrett inside. They were led to a grand dining room where name cards were placed at each setting. They stood behind their respective chairs introducing themselves to their neighbor. There was one throne-looking chair at the end of the table where there was no name card. There closest person was three chairs down on either side. The door was opened once again and in walked none other than the man himself. All eyes were on him as he walked to his chair where the butler pulled it out. "Please sit," he smiled at his guests. "You may be wondering why I have called you all here tonight? However, we shall first enjoy a meal together," he smiled clicking his fingers and numerous waiters entered the room.
The great pianist looked at all his lovers but only one would be staying. He had fallen in love something he had never expected. He had loved each man but, not one had stolen his heart like him. He avoided his love's eyes knowing he would want to tell the others to leave at once. But, he owed each and every one of them a goodbye and this was the best way he could do it. Bringing them all to him so he could tell them each personally. For each man, he bought a gift, something for them to remember their time together. He couldn't wait to give his love his special gift which would be presented last and in private.