Bella is a self-taught amazing musician. She composses and can play any music put in front of her. Her favourite instruments are saxophone, french horn, piano, and flute, but she can play many others.

Edward is a student who's just desicovered the piano. When Edward does and audition to become Bella's student, what happens? All Human!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Chapter 1: BPoV

My hands were working quickly on Beethoven's third movement of Moonlight sonata. The music was harder than anything I've ever had to play before. I struck the final chord, and my dad, Charlie, burst into aplause behind me.

"You're amazing, Bells. I don't know how you do it." He said, clapping my shoulder. "And I sure as hell don't know why your mom didn't keep you."

That was a long time joke between the two of us; my mom had suggested I come live with Charlie when I'd started playing my multitude of instruments.

"Maybe because she didn't want to get kicked out of her apartment!" I laughed, punching his arm. I knew my mom's landlord had told her either I stopped playing, or I left, because many of my instruments were loud, and I practiced

so much. Music was my passion. My favourite compossor was Beethoven, but I was a huge fan of Haydn and Mozart.

"Probably. You remember when you played that for her over the phone? She wanted you to come home so she could hear the genius at work." Charlie laughed.

"Yeah well. This genius is working her butt off right now with all the music, and I don't think the landlord would appreciate me practising my sax at midnight!" That was what I had told my mom. She'd burst out laughing.

"But honey, you're so much better now than you were then!" She'd shot back.

"Hey, I was practically a child protigy. I was playing Kabalevski's Rondo-Toccata full speed when I was seven!" The song was a hard one, but not so hard. I used it as my warm up now before I played Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

I played all three movements, but the third was my favourite so far.

"Anyway," Charlie brought me back to the present. "I'm glad you got kicked out of your mom's apartement. Now I get all the music first hand! iI'll let you wind down. That has to be the quickest song I've ever heard!"

"It is not! I played Dohnani's sixth Concert Etude for you last week!" I reminded him.

"Which one was that again?" Charlie asked. I didn't feel insulted. I played so many songs for Charlie that he forgot most of them. I started playing it for him. The begginning was the fastest part.

"Oh right. I would say it's probably equally as fast." Charlie decided.

I laughed. "Okay dad, whatever you say."

Charlie clapped me on the shuolder again before stepping out of the room. To calm down a bit I played the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, and then finished off with Claire de Lune by Debussy.

The doorbell rang while I unpacked my french horn. I didn't bother going downstairs. Charlie knew I wasn't done practicing my music, so he'd get the door.

I was in the middle of Mozart's french horn concerto when I heard him.

"Bella! There's a boy here to see you!" Charlie stressed the word boy. I rolled my eyes.

I'd recently made myself an available music teacher, and ever since people had been pilling at my door, asking to sign up for lessons. There were so many, in fact, that I needed to hold auditions. Not that I didn't want to teach them all,

but I couldn't. I was going to teach twenty advanced students and ten beginner students.

"Coming! Just gotta put the horn away!" I called back. I carefully put my horn back in its case and went down the stairs. When I got to the living room, Charlie gave the boy a glare before getting up and leaving, stomping his way upstairs.

The boy had a shocking colour of bronze hair, and a beautiful face. When he stood, I saw he was about six feet two inches tall.

"You're Isabella Swan?" He asked, looking surprised.

I smiled. "The one and only." I offered my hand to shake. He took it.

"Edward Cullen. I'm sorry if I was rude there, I was expecting someone...um..." he tried to find a word that didn't sound impolite.

"Older?" I suggested. "It's okay, I get that a lot. Sit down, Mr. Cullen."

"Mr. Cullen is my dad. Call me Edward, please." He said.

"Okay Edward. Then I'm Bella." I grinned.

"Anyway, I'm here for music lessons." He stated. "I'm sure The Isabella Swan has had many, many requests though."

"I really have." I admitted. "I'm actually going to do auditions. Twenty advanced students, ten beginners." I explained.

"So I'll have to audition?" Edward asked. His eyes were the brightest possible shade of green.

"Yes. The auditions are tomorrow at St. Thomas church. They have the-" I started.

"Best piano, I agree." Edward finished for me.

"Excellent!" I laughed.

"Out of curiosity, can I hear you play?" Edward asked cautiously.

Like I've never been asked that before. "Sure. Come on upstairs." I got up and walked up the stairs to my music room.

Edward's face was one of awe when he walked into the room. My black grand piano was in the center, with stands and my different instruments all around the room. My saxophone, my french horn and my flute were most dominant, those, along
with piano, being my favourites. Posters of beethoven, Mozart, Haydn, Canadian Brass, Four Hornsmen of the Apocalypse, and string quartets littered my walls.

"So it's true? You really do play like, 25 instruments?" He asked, looking around.

I laughed as I sat at my piano bench. "Yes, I play quite a few. This is Moonlight Sonata, third movement." I started playing.

"You are impossibly amazing!" Edward exclaimed. "I've never actually met someone yournger than thirty who could play that song, full speed, no mistakes!"

"Thanks," I chuckled. He followed me out of the music room and down the stairs.

"I'll be at that audition tomorrow. It was...amazing to meet you, Bella." Edward told me.

"Thank you. I look forward to hearing you play." I smiled. We shook hands and he walked outside. He sped away in a sleek silver volvo.

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