A Perfectly Good Heart No More Chapter 1: The Beginning, a twilight fanfic

It had been a full year that I had tried to survive without . . . him, it was horrible. There was a sharp pain in my heart every time someone said their names, even if the didn't mean the same people. For example, there was a new girl at school with the name Alice Williams; let's just say I wasn't not very fond of her. A while ago, I decided that I was going to write down some lyrics and try to sing them. I was with Renee and she wanted me to try to get out my feelings on paper, so I wrote it down and then she helped me learn how to play the guitar. She tried to teach me piano but I refused, well actually, I fell to the floor mumbling 'no, he played that' over and over again. I decided to sing them and according to Renee and Charlie, I was actually a very good singer.

So tonight, as broken as I was, Jake was taking me to a small coffee shop in Port Angeles for talent night. He wanted me to sing the song and I agreed. I threw on a green camisole and a grey cardigan over it and grabbed the guitar that Charlie had bought me for my birthday and walked onto the porch and waited for Jake to show up. He came whipping around the corner and I laughed, Jake could never be outdone, otherwise he'd get mad. I hopped in the passenger side of his Rabbit and he shifted into second gear. "So Bells, ready to sing tonight?" He nudged me with his elbow.

I took a deep breath. "I hope so, Jake. I hope so." I began to fiddle with my fingers and twenty minutes later we were outside the coffee shop. I hopped out with my guitar in hand and walked slowly into the shop. I was up first and the stage was waiting for me, I sighed and walked toward the stage. However, as I tried to make a graceful accent, my foot caught on the stairs and I fell twisting this way and that to protect my guitar. I sighed and heard chuckles from the crowd. I stood without a word and walked to the stool and mic. I sat down and tested my guitar strings before finally looking up. "Hello, my name's Isabella Swan and I'll be singing my own song, 'A Perfectly Good Heart.'"

Why would you wanna break
A perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take
Our love and tear it all apart?
Now, why would you wanna make
The very first scar?
Why would you wanna break
A perfectly good heart?

Maybe I should've seen the signs
Should've read the writing on the wall
And realize by the distance in your eyes
That I would be the one to fall
No matter what you say
I still can't believe
That you would walk away
It don't make sense to me

I looked into the crowd and thought I saw a pair of butterscotch eyes, and I nearly choked on the word 'me'. But I blinked and realized it was just Jake smiling and grinning like an idiot.

But, why would you wanna break
A perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take
Our love and tear it all apart?
Now, why would you wanna make
The very first scar?
Why would you wanna break
A perfectly good heart?

It's not unbroken anymore
How do I get it back
The way it was before?

God, I missed him still.

Why would you wanna break
A perfectly good heart?
Why would you wanna take
Our love and tear it all apart?
Now, why would you wanna make
The very first scar?
Why would you wanna break,
Why would you wanna break it?

I looked up and saw that everyone was clapping and standing and grinning. I wasn't that good, was I? I mumbled a 'thank you' and hurried off stage. I ran into someone and I looked up, there was a muscular man staring at me and grinning, he sort of reminded me of . . . nope, nevermind, I'm not say his brother's name either. He apologized but then proceeded to tell me that he was a talent agent for Big Machine Records. I nearly fainted.

We talked and I agreed to meet him here tomorrow to sign a contract with Big Machine Records.

Tomorrow came fast and I was soon meeting with the talent agent again and he told me the basics. Along with a few details. "Now, is there any specific stage name you'd prefer?"

I though about it for a moment . . . two came to mind. The first, IS, for Isabella Swan, and the second, IC. Isabella Cullen. I cringed inwardly and shook my head. "Nope, Bella Swan would be sufficient enough for me." I signed and he handed me an airplane ticket so I could go to the Big Machine Studios and record my song and any othes I might have. Wow, I was going to be famous.