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Nightmares and Pianos

Chapter One

Pianos and Bars

Bella's POV

I sighed to myself.

Another normal day.

I realized this yet again, when I walked out of the same old coffee shop holding my usual cup strong black coffee. The only person who could change my day's schedule is my best friend and roommate; Alice Cullen. She is the only person who can force me into death trap heels and dresses that expose my skin more than covering it. She's my spiked-black-haired-fashion-loving-short pixie. I've even told her she reminds me of a pixie; she took that idea and made a Halloween costume out of it.

Everyone-including me- wonder how we're even friends, let alone best friends. We are opposites. I'm average height; she's…well, she's lucky to even reach the cereal cupboard. I'm average looking and she's beautiful. She could wear a garbage bag and pull it off on a runway.

I am glad that I do have such a great friend. Sure, she could be less obsessive over my closet full of 'unworthy space of closet.' Also, it would be nice if she didn't spend so much money on me on clothes that I never wear unless she threatens to put me through longer, more torturous hours when it's 'Bella Barbie Time.'

I was just about to pass an article stand when an article heading caught my eye.

AMERICA'S MOST WANTED BACHELOR PLAYS FOR THE HUNGRY

I backtracked my steps to get a better look of the picture. Many too skinny children were surrounding a large baby grand piano. Sitting on the piano bench, with his back to the camera, was a man with a good posture and straight-out-of-bed hair.

"Hey lady."

I looked up to face a man with an impatient expression on his face. He was behind the newsstand counter holding his hand out, glaring at me. I blushed, unwillingly as usual.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I grabbed my purse, spending my lunch money yet again on a piece of written work. Angela is going to be upset with me again.

I handed him my money and grabbed the article, not grabbing my change, and started to speed walk to the bar I worked at. I didn't like the job but it was the only place that would accept a fresh out of college student at such short notice.

I walked through the doors with two minutes left to spare. As I mentally congratulated myself, I tripped over a stupid chair. And I was doing so well today with only a couple of stumbles today!

"Oh my gosh, Bella! Are you okay?" Angela questioned. She helped me and kicked the god-blessed chair out of the way.

"I'm alright." I brushed myself off. "You should know by now that every single morning, of every single day I come through these doors-" I pointed at the inanimate object, glaring at it evilly," that evil chair finds some way under my feet." I've begged Tyler, my boss, to replace the chair, or at least move it away from near the doorway so it wouldn't inflict anymore damage to me. He just stared at me like I lost my mind. I believe that him and the chair are tagging up on me.

Angela laughed. "Yea, I guess I should. Can't help but worry about your well-being though. You never know if the chair is going to start cushion-slam you. It's a surprise that you aren't at the emergency room twice a day instead of a month," she teased. I snorted.

"When the chair and me start taking it to the ring, put money on the chair, I don't think-"

"BELLA!" Oh no. It's Tyler.

I looked over Angela's shoulder only to see Tyler fuming over to me. Angela rolled her eyes and walked over to her bar position. No one wanted to be near Tyler period. Tyler stormed up to my face and I took an unconscious step back. I never liked the fact some people got into my personal space.

"Bella! You're late and not in uniform! Do you still want to get paid?" He fumed.

"Sorry Tyler." I really wasn't, but he didn't have to know that." I tripped…again. And, yes I am wearing uniform right now." I unzipped my jacket as evidence. You couldn't even call this a uniform. All the uniform was jeans or shorts with the bar T-shirt, except on Saturday nights (which I don't have evening shift); waitresses had to wear short shorts, a baseball cap, and long socks/nylons. Female employees had to wear heels everyday, but ever since my first day here; I got an exception.

I bent over to grab my dropped magazine and excused myself from Tyler's ever annoying presence. I went to the employees lounge to put my stuff in my locker when I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I already knew who it was. I mentally sighed to myself. Tyler was going to apologize telling me how he wanted to make an expression of a hard-working boss. Then he was going to ask me on another date. He was so predictable.

"Bella…" Tyler said sweetly," I don't want to seem like a jackass-" Too late," to you-it's the other workers that-" I cut him off before he could finish his ten minute speech.

"Tyler, it's okay. I really don't care anyway." It just annoys the hell out of me. He looked relieved.

"Really? That's great. Oh, hey look, tonight my friend is throwing an apartment party and I was hoping you would go as my date. So, what do you think?"

"Tyler, I…" I started thinking of an excuse, "umm…Alice needs my help with some of her fashion designs. I promised her this morning and I just can't bail on her like that." I'm the last person Alice would come to for fashion advice. He had a glum expression on his face.

"Oh. Do you really have too?"

"Yes." Nooooo.

"Oh." He frowned, but then he smiled at a thought," Maybe another time then?"

"Maybe." Not.

He practically skipped off and mentally groaned to myself. Couldn't he get the message? He reminds me of Mike Newton from high school. Creepy, blonde stalker.

I successfully was able to put away my jacket without anymore stops when I remembered my magazine. Well, I'll have nothing to do at lunch break, I might as well read it then I told myself.

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"I hate my job," I mumbled to myself. Seriously, it was almost 12:00 on a Tuesday! Normal people shouldn't try to get drunk on a Tuesday before the day has reached a midpoint! So far, we've had a total of 2 guys get thrown out already because of inappropriate…let's just say Angela is still red on her face from extreme embarrassment. And Jessica Stanley…she practically let the guy grope her ass. Then she made a big scene of how she was getting molested and that she might sue the poor drunk guy. Let's just say that I'm glad it's lunch break.

I went over to my locker to grab my magazine and try to not think of the 4 more hours ahead.

"Hey Bella," Angela greeted me at the employee lounge doorway. "I was wondering if you would like to join Ben and me to lunch? Our treat." She smiled shyly to me. Angela and I were close friends but not like Alice and I. She always was nice and never was the gossip kind. I guess that's why her and me get along so well; we never really like to talk so much.

"Thanks, Angela, but I kind of want to read this article. Besides, Ben is rarely in town and you two never get enough time together." Ben was a computer engineer and he had to travel out of town often; though Angela and Ben's relationship was as strong as ever. Everyone knows that Ben ha got to pop the question soon, but when? They've been together since they were juniors in high school, and their love just keeps growing everyday. I sort of envy them a little. Angela scowled.

"You spent your money on another news article again, didn't you?" Her eyebrows rose. I smiled sheepishly.

"Yea, but I'm not hungry today, honestly." she sighed.

"Alright…" She glanced over at the clock, biting her lip.

"Go on," I urged," You don't want to keep Ben waiting, do you?" I winked. She smiled and started to walk away, calling a goodbye over her shoulder. I smiled to myself. Puppy love. I walked over to a empty corner in the bar and made my self comfortable. I opened the article and started reading.

AMERICA'S MOST WANTED BACHELOR PLAYS FOR THE HUNGRY

Once again, Edward Masen shows his heart of gold in yet another charity event for the hungry. Yesterday, at New York City in Times Square, Edward Masen and his crew set up a massive, yet beautiful piano with a total of 26 speakers surronding the audience. As to be expected, the performence was stunning and very successful; raising over 7,500 dollars. Although the money will be a great help to the Hunger Relief Fund of NYC (not real-made it up), Edward Masen tells reporters he is not satisfied, yet.

"I'll be finally satisfied with all the work everyone is putting in when there is no longer hunger, orphanes with no hopes and dreams, and when-not just my music- but all the music in the world can be appreciated. It seems that world only agrees on one thing; music is eccential to our lives. Well, I really wouldn't call rap music, but that's my opinions, and well...many others," he added jokingly.

The mayor and his family was seen too, at the event, even donating about 1,000 dollars of their own pocket money to the H.R.F.N.Y.C. In fact, the mayor, when granting permission to perform at Times Square, was boasting with pride that Edward Masen was playing in his city.

"When I heard rumors of Edward Masen coming to New York City," he exclaimed," I was gleeing with joy. I practically commanded the entire city cousil to not make any difficulties-before the team made official plans to perform! I truly am a dedicated fan to his work; practically the entire city is." The Mayor's family also encountered the musician. The young teenage daughter was seen trying to squeeze her way into Edward's heart. The mayor just joked around with the two 'lovebirds' saying 'hopefully it's the time of wedding bells.'

Even though Edward has a life that many would dream of having; he was raised in a tragic story. Edward Masen was orphaned at a young age of seven years old. His parents, Edward Masen Sr. and Elizabeth Masen, died of a deadly disease still unkown today. When Edward was influenced at the disease of age 6, there was no hope for the young child. But under the care of his future-father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, Edward was able to make a full time recovery; enabling all his senses by 45%. Edward Masen was placed in an orphange after his parents death and recovery, only to be adopted by Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife, Esme Cullen, at the age of 11. There at the Cullen estate, living with his adopted sister (name under privicy reasons), he was flawless in all his studies, but what showed out the most was his music abilities.

Some say Edward Masen is the "New Mozart of the 21st Century." At the age of 3, he was tutored piano by countless teachers, surpassing their skills quickly. But there are rumors saying that ever since Edward was able to sit upright and move his arms; he was able to play. The list of the instruments he plays is long: piano, percussion, violin, guitar, bass, french horn, flute, and countless others. Writing a total of 8 published piano sonatas, 2 symphonic works, and is now working on an opera pice. Even though Edward doesn't make a big production of singing, at occasion concerts, he'll sing, while playing on his piano, amazing pieces of liteature. It seems the world just can't get enough of Edward Masen. The question is: will he ever stop?

"I am very passionate about my music and I'll just leave it there," he tells the reporters in May. Keeping mainly to himself, there are little known facts of Edward Masen; mainly rumors. Though occasionaly we are luckily gifted with new information. It seems that Edward Masen is a woman's dream come true. Tall, hansome, smart, storng, and talented. As well as a kind gentlemen. It seems that the male population has a hansome threat: Edward Masen.

-Published by Joan Yowling (made up name)

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Written by a female writer. Figures. It seems that Edward Masen just can't get away from the world. I know I sound like a brat-I've heard his some of his work and it's...speechless- it's just, maybe Edward Masen's name shouldn't be almost everywhere. Let the tabloids give the guy a break. Geesh. Poor guy having to deal with all the annoying bickering questions and blinding camera flashes. One things for sure.

I would hate to be the center of attention like that.

Little did I know my dreams would come true in a sick, twisted way.

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