I know, I know, I've been gone for years. Really, I have no excuse other than life happens.

This new story is based off an Argentine movie called Música en Espera, I'm gonna work with the same general idea for the plot but try to make it my own.

Please Hold

Chapter 1

There was a horrible noise as his hands slammed down on the piano keys in frustration. He had been working on this piece for three weeks, three long and grueling weeks and he was no closer to having it finished now than he was when he first started.

Edward was a composer, he worked on movies and TV ads and nowadays pretty much anything that helped him pay the mortgage. His biggest hit had been a few years ago, he and his partner James had worked together on Midnight Sun, the story of a moody vampire who fell in love with a human. Edward had found fame with that movie, he and James had offer after offer and worked together like a perfectly oiled machine until early last year, when James decided to go his own way. Edward couldn't keep up with the workload on his own and had to turn so many things down that people eventually stopped asking.

That brings us to the present, he had been commissioned to score the new Aro Volturi film La Tua Cantante, there was a lot of buzz around it because Aro was such a big name in the independent film district. But try as he might Edward could not think of a single note, he could not come up with anything even suitable to present to Aro at their upcoming meeting to show his progress.

"Aaargh!" He let out a frustrated growl and grabbed at his hair. Why was this so difficult? He had worked on so many things before and never had this much trouble. Of course, this particular piece would be the deciding factor between him either keeping or losing his house, the pressure of making this work had not only gotten to him but had, to his utter annoyance, stopped his creative juices from flowing. Aro's film playing silently in the background teased and mocked him. Edward simply glared at it, his brain had nothing.

The shrill sound of his cell phone ringing snapped him out of his reverie. He looked at the caller ID, the bank. "Fuck" he muttered before accepting the call.

"Hello?"

"May I speak to Mr. Cullen, please?"

"Speaking"

"Mr. Cullen this is Jessica Stanley calling from Seattle Regional Bank, this is in reference to your missed mortgage payment for this month. This is an attempt to collect a debt…" Edward looked to the skies while Jessica droned on and on about accrued interest and payment plans. The money wasn't there yet no matter what payment plan she was offering, what he needed was time, time to finish this fucking piece and he could get back on track. Edward looked back to the TV and his glare intensified.

"Ms. Stanley" Edward interrupted, "can I request a meeting with the lending manager to discuss this? I have money coming my way very soon and I should be able to get back on track, is he available?"

"Mr. Cullen, in situations like this one the collections department is the one in charge of-"

"Ms. Stanley, please, I just need to request a meeting with him. Please."

The line went silent.

"I'll see if I can transfer you directly, please hold"

The hold music started and Edward was mentally preparing his speech, he could do this, all he needed was a little time.

"Thank you for holding, this is Seth at Customer Service, how may I help?" After Edward explained he was waiting for the manager he was placed on hold again. "Thank you for holding, this is Mike at Accounting, how can I help you?" What the fuck? How hard is it to track down the man? Mike placed Edward on hold again, he was starting to lose his patience. The little jingles were starting to piss him off. "Thank you for holding this is Tyler at Collections, how may I assist you?"

This was some kind of joke, right?

"Tyler, my name is Edward Cullen and I was holding for the lending manager, I keep getting placed on hold and transferred to the wrong per-"

"Please hold"

"No! Don't place me on hold, do not place me on hold!" he jumped off the couch at lightning speed. As soon as he heard the music start Edward threw his phone at the cushions and let out a stream of expletives. If Tyler had been in front of Edward, he would've punched the living daylights out of him. He exhaled and pulled at his hair trying to calm down, he sat back down and closed his eyes before bringing the phone back to his ear.

Edward waited and the song kept playing, every song so far had been different, every single one annoying him more than the last. This one was a piano piece, the notes flowing seamlessly making a beautiful sound, Edward's eyes popped open and he looked towards the film, the score fit the movie perfectly, this was the melody he was trying so hard to come up with, Edward enjoyed the score for a few moments longer, marveling at how rare it was that the inspiration he was lacking would come as hold music from his bank.

Before he could fully grasp the melody enough to be able to replicate it the line was picked up, "Thank you for holding, this is Isabella Swan in credit lending, how may I help?"

Edward blinked, his melody was gone. "Can you put me back on hold, please?"

"Sorry?"

"The hold music that was playing could save my life and just need to hear it again. Please! Can you place me back on hold?"

"Sir, there are professionals who may be able to help you"

Edward closed his eyes in frustration and suppressed a groan. "Miss…?"

"Isabella Swan"

"Ms. Swan, my name is Edward Cullen. I really, really just need you to place me on hold. I can't explain it but it is hugely important"

Frankly, Bella had bigger things to worry about than try to make sense of some freak who only called to be placed on hold. "Okay, sir"

The hold music started again, Edward wished against hope that the jingle he so needed would play again. But just like every other time he had been placed on hold, it was a different song.

-PH-

After being transferred three other times -every time a different jingle played- Edward was finally able to speak to the manager, her name was Angela Webber and she would be expecting him tomorrow at 1 pm. His account would not be placed in a delinquent status just yet. That was a relief.

He sat in front of the piano, ready to replicate what he had heard, ready to finish what he had yet to start and get his money and life back on track. "Okay!" his hands were hovering above the keys just waiting to be stroked. C'mon, inspiration! Edward was ready to play his heart out, and he would have, had he remembered how the song went. It started off with C-sharp. Or maybe it was B-sharp. Edward closed his eyes in an effort to remember and cursed himself all the way to hell for not reacting faster. Was it a D double flat? A triple sharp?

He looked toward the film again and willed his brain to remember the melody, that one perfect melody he had heard before, all he needed was to think of it again so he could go off that and create his own. Problem was he had heard so many jingles before and after that he forgot what it sounded like and could not even begin to play it.

His phone buzzed with a text alert.

Let's meet Thursday night, bring what you have so far. – Aro

The meeting with Aro had been pushed up. And he was in an ever worse sport than three weeks ago. Edward looked at the text, looked at the piano, looked at the movie playing. Nothing.

He was fucked.

Hope you enjoyed, reviews are appreciated :)