A/N: This is my first ever story so reviews are highly appreciated

A/N: This is my first ever story so reviews are highly appreciated. Basically, an all-human AU story set at a music academy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Now, go read and enjoy!

Angels Sing, Gods Play The Piano

Chapter 1

Bella

My fingers twitched at the bottom of my shirt hem, readjusting it for the millionth time. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror, examining myself for any imperfections. My hair was straight down yet with a shine that wasn't normally there. And my face was the same milky white I had known my whole life, but pink blotches stained my cheeks.

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, trying to shake out the nerves that threatened to consume me. My outfit was modest, a simple white skirt and matching sweater. But in a way that was still fashionable. Alice you have done it again, I thought to myself, though I still noticed small mistakes that wouldn't go away without any amount of makeup. Like my easily triggered blush or my feeble confidence…the list could go on and on. But what was fixable, the shininess to my hair, the eyeliner that made my brown eyes seem less dim and more alive, Alice had taken care of with her keen eye in makeup and fashion.

I took a step back and reached for the flats that Alice had given to me; thank goodness I wasn't going to be forced to wear heels. That would be wonderful -falling on my face right before I preformed. Performed, in front of people, people who were there to only judge me and decide my future.

I stared down once again at the now wrinkled paper I had received from Washington State Music Academy:

Congratulations, Isabella Swan!

We are pleased to deliver the news that you have been accepted at Washington State Music Academy.

But before you will be accepted into our advanced music program, we ask that you schedule an audition date. Tryouts are to be held on August 2, August 6, and August 10. We ask that you schedule as soon as possible; places are limited.

We give you our best wishes and hope to see you at one of the aforementioned dates.

August 6, that was today. I reached for my bag and read again over the lyrics that I would be singing. My throat felt tight and I worried that I wouldn't be able to squeak out a single word, let alone sing an entire song!

I plopped onto the hotel room bed and hung my head down. Elbows on my knees, I supported my head with my to hands. I sighed, and once again the worries I had managed to trap away came flooding back into my mind. I kept envisioning myself, up on the stage, judges in the front row of the auditorium seats wearing the same tight-lipped expression. After I would make it up the stairway, stumbling I might add, they would focus the bright lights on me. When the judges finally gave me approval to sing, I would open my mouth…but nothing would come out. And after fainting, petrified, I would be carried out and deemed a disappointment. Lovely.

But just when I thought I would drown in my own despair, rapid knocks snapped me out of my hideous thoughts. When I looked up, surprised, I saw small Alice, standing in front of me, arms crossed and a tiny foot tapping away impatiently.

"Bella, enough!" She wore a look of disappointment and encouragement on her thin features.

I looked at her with a blank expression, "What are you talking about?" I asked sarcastically.

"Bella, don't worry. I've heard you sing a million times. You have nothing to worry about. You should be excited. I mean, it's not everyday that you get to sing in front of an audience!" she squealed excitedly and added, "Plus, if you make it in, you'll get a FULL scholarships and be part of that program you're always babbling about."

Oh, yeah. I had forgotten about. If I did make it in, they would place me in program that matched up the piano players with singers. And then, at the end of the year, the pianists and the singers would perform together. Alice meant to comfort me by mentioning that I might be working with a complete stranger and both of our grades would be determined on account of my singing. But all it did was take my already buzzing nerves and send them on a mission to vibrate enough to make me shake. "Thanks, Alice. You're such a help." I didn't mean to sound so icy, but I was currently trying to hold in my breakfast.

She looked at first hurt, but I guess she figured that I hadn't meant to be cold because she took my hand and placed it on top of her tiny palm. "Bella, look at me." I complied. "Repeat after me-I am a great singer."

I looked at her strangely at first, but when I saw that the was serious, I repeated, "I am a great singer."

"Good, now say-I am a confident woman."

"Alice, no" I laughed, but she gave me a stern look, so I said, "I am a confident woman." I giggled again.

"Now say- Alice Brandon is the best friend anyone could possibly ever have, because she convinced me that I can and will sing."

"Alice Bran-" But I stopped and thought through what she had me repeating. "Well, I can't deny it's true, but if we sit here any longer, I am going to be late!"

And with that, we jumped off of the bed and half-ran out the door.

When Alice and I had arrived at the auditorium-a large building built from deep red bricks with thick greenery crawling up the sides-they told us that no one other than the people trying out would be allowed to stay. As soon as she left, I felt that tingle of nervousness fill up my stomach and squinted my eyes, trying to concentrate on anything other that my building anxiety.

I had been staring at a torn Styrofoam cup for about five minutes when I noticed two sheets of white paper floating away from me. Realization hit me and I ran after my letter and lyrics.

They were about 20 yards away and I thought it was hopeless. Imagining what might happen without my letter to let me in, I wouldn't notice that a mysterious figure had picked them up. Or that that same figure was now standing about a foot away from me. And if I hadn't noticed that, I definitely wouldn't see that I was still walking…straight into that figure. And I didn't.

Though from afar, the figure looked slender and only slightly muscled, the chest I ran into was hard, yet oddly comforting. But bouncing into him left my face stained red and me fumbling fro words to form a coherent apology. "I'm so so sorry! I didn't see you there and then I bumped into you. And I'm sorry and thank you, you know, for getting my papers and-" but before I could continue babbling, he held a long white hand in front of my mouth, silently signaling to silence myself.

"It's fine. Are you alright? You fell a little hard there." He tried to hold a caring look, but I noticed that the corners of his mouth were twitched up and he was hiding a smile.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." And when I looked up at him clearly for the first time, I was not only fine, but completely awe-struck. He had a strange bronze color to his messy, yet soft-looking hair. His eyes were a deep and clear color of green that appeared as thought they could not only see you, but see into your mind. His mouth was sculpted perfectly, curving a little from the grin he was trying not to reveal. But I knew that would also be beautiful. Everything about him seemed to be perfect…and I had just barely met him.

When I was finally able to break my gaze from his gorgeous features, I repeated once again, "Thank you. And I really am sorry."

"No problem…um, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." That was another thing; his voice was smooth and confident. Almost like silk, velvet.

"Bella. My name is Isabella, but I prefer everyone to call me Bella."

"Bella… hmm" he seemed to be testing out my name and I couldn't help but swoon at how beautiful he made my name sound.

"Well, Bella, I suppose I will see you soon." And with that, he departed. He walked with an entrancing step and it took me a while to realize that not only did I look like a complete idiot, just standing there, looking at nothing, but I didn't even receive his name. Well, I thought to myself, that just gives me more motive to get in; if I actually make it, I will be seeing more of him…whoever this mystery man was.

A/N: So? How was it? You can tell me by reviewing whether or not I should continue or if you have any suggestions. So please review; they make me smile!

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Vanity Is Precious