A/N: I thank Jral for believing in me enough to let me take over this fic for her, I have to get the 2nd semester of school started so in a week or so I will start posting new stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I know...it's sad, right?

Chapter 1

EPOV

It's raining. It rains a lot here. It amazes me that the people of Washington aren't completely waterlogged. I've only been here two days and my fingers are already starting to prune.

"Aren't you excited, Edward? I'm so excited! I can't wait to check out my classes! I just know we're gonna like it here! I hope we make some new friends. I bet we will; I can't imagine why we wouldn't, I mean..." I tuned Alice out, nodding my head and giving her the occasional grunt of acknowledgment.

Today was our first day at the University of Washington. I already had a year of college under my belt from the University of Chicago, but Alice was fresh out of high school. My lip curled into a snarl as I noticed the number of heads turned in her direction, eyes skimming from her head to her toes as she danced by my side.

"Edward, did you hear me? Are you even listening to me? I swear, your head has been in the clouds all morning. What are you thinking about?" I rolled my eyes at her endless stream of questions and held the door open to the fine arts building as she skipped out of the rain.

"Anyway, like I was saying, this is year is going to be great; I can just feel it, you know?" She smiled up at me, her topaz eyes sparkling with excitement. A slow smile spread across my lips and I shook my head, hooking an arm over her shoulders.

"I hope you're right, Alice," I sighed. She giggled softly, a tinkling sound, and skipped out from under my arm.

"Well, brother dear, this is my stop," she gestured to her right, to a set of large, mahogany double doors, and a small plaque off to the side that read "Dance Hall".

"Knock 'em dead, Tinkerbell," I teased, reaching out to ruffle her hair. She twirled easily out of my reach and flashed me a grin before gliding through the doors.

I released a heavy sigh and trudged down the hallway, then headed upstairs to find my own class. At the end of the corridor was the music room, and I stepped quietly through the entrance.

There were only a handful of students spread out in the large space, concentrating on their instrument of choice. I crossed the room quickly and approached the instructor, an older woman whose appearance screamed 'hippie'. Her multi-hued skirt hung to her ankles, revealing glimpses of her woven sandals as she swayed to music no one else could hear. Her long brown hair hung in waves to her waist, streaked with gray, framing her round figure. She looked up as I approached, a bright smile appearing on her face.

"Piano?" she asked abruptly. I stood silent before her, frozen in confusion.

"Um...yes?" I replied hesitantly. She chuckled quietly and motioned with her hand for me to follow as she crossed the room to a baby grand.

"Don't look too shocked, sugar, it's rather obvious," she supplied, only deepening my confusion. Noticing the lack of understanding in my expression, she smiled gently and reached for my hand.

"It's the hands; long, thin fingers. I can only think of two purposes for hands like that, and one of them isn't likely to be mentioned in a college music hall," she joked easily. My eyes widened slightly at her insinuation, but I quickly composed myself and offered her a slight smile.

"I'm Edward Cullen," I introduced, offering her my hand voluntarily this time.

"You can call me Sophia," she replied, shaking my hand. "You'll find that I'm fairly lenient on how you spend your time in my class, Edward. My only rule is that you allow your creative energy to flow freely, whether that be through playing, composing, or simply meditating to regain your inspiration," she instructed. I nodded in understanding and she smiled before turning to greet the students that had just entered the room. I took a seat at the piano, and stared blankly at the keys.

I had been playing for as long as I can remember, my mother having signed me up when I was seven. From the first moment my fingers had hit the keys, the music had simply flowed out of me. It was natural, effortless, just an extenuation of my soul. But these past few months had been different. The music had just stopped; I had no inspiration, and no idea where to get it. I hadn't composed anything for so long, I was afraid that my gift was gone.

I stared numbly down at my hands for a few moments longer, before a hand slid onto my shoulder, startling me out of my reverie.

"Why don't you go take a walk, sugar; clear your head a little." I looked up at Sophia and she smiled at me in understanding. I nodded my head and rose quickly, making my way out of the room. I had two hours in this class, and I knew I wouldn't be getting any work done just yet. I decided to make a trip down to the dance room to check on Alice.

When I reached the mahogany doors, I pushed against them gently, feeling the pulsing of the music through the wood. I slipped into the auditorium and found a seat in the back row, glancing around the empty room before focusing on the stage. Alice sat in the front row with two other girls and the instructor, all watching the girl on the stage.

I squinted in the darkness, studying my sister's expression, noticing the obvious awe on her features. My gaze followed hers, and landed on the brunette that was gliding effortlessly across the stage, her eyes closed as she moved to the music. My breath hitched in my throat, the hair on my arms instantly standing on end.

She was indisputably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her simple black leotard and nude tights revealed every beautiful curve, her body slender but unmistakably feminine. Her chestnut hair was pulled up into a tight bun on her head, the dark color a stark contrast to her ivory skin. She moved gracefully around the stage with fluid movements, never once faltering or missing a beat. As the haunting music reached its final notes, her body came to stop, every muscle working in perfect synchronicity. She was, in a word, angelic.

A/N: Okay, so I'll make you a deal...If you're super nice and send me lots of reviews, I'll post a new chapter every Sunday...How does that sound? Just push the little blue button.......=P