Summary: Bella can sing! And when she makes it into Seattle music academy her life changes forever!
A/n: everyone's human.
The music in you
"We will be arriving in 15 minutes, please buckle you seat belts and prepare for landing. Thank you for choosing American airlines." said the pilot over the loud speaker. I snuggled deeper into my parka. I can do this I thought for the millionth time since I had gotten on the plane. I knew there was nothing to be nervous about, I mean its not like someone was going to bite me, but I couldn't help it.
I was going to be living in a different state where the only person I knew was my father Charlie, who I had to spend most of my summers with since he and my mother divorced. Charlie wasn't a bad guy. He was never a man of many words and was the same as any small town guy. My mother was a different story, she was graceful, perky, irresponsible, and a complete chatter box. I already missed her.
I was a lot like Charlie, quiet and reserved, except when I sang. That was the only time I let go. When I sang I wasn't shy, clumsy, little Bella. I was outgoing, graceful Bella. When I sang I was comfortable in my own skin.
"Excuse me, miss" said a small voice from beside me, breaking me away from my thoughts. I turned to her to see her eyeing shyly. "Yes?" I asked when she didn't say anything and continued to stare at me. "Oh I'm sorry…your seat belt." she said as if I scared her. "Oh!" I whispered as I search for it. She pulled the buckle from the seat and I buckled the other end into it. " Thank you." I said, smiling at her. She looked away and mumbled "welcome." I was usually shy like her but I felt like I could talk to her for some reason. "I'm Bella Swan by the way." I said trying to start a conversation. "Angela Weber" she said in a more secure voice, seeming to be a little less uncomfortable. "So why are you headed to Seattle, Angela?" I asked like a reporter making us laugh. After she recovered she answered "I'm going to the Music Academy." she said with a small smile. "Me too!" I said to loudly making us both jump and start laughing again.
After that we talked freely and I learned that she played the cello, "My mom made me start when I was six, the thing was three times bigger than me!" she said, making me laugh. She was coming all the way from Chicago, so she was used to the cold. She had won loads of competitions as a kid and that was how she got her scholarship.
When we where outside I asked "Are you getting picked up?" "No I'm taking a cab." she replied. So I suggested we take a cab together.
As we road through the wet streets of Seattle my stomach muscles never relaxed.
