Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight!

Summary: Bella is the head of Swan Records, a famous record label. Edward is an aspiring singer and pianist. After hearing Edward's talent, she gets him a deal with her company. One thing that catches her off guard? Edward is blind. EdwardBella, AU, AH

Yes, my first Twilight fiction! I am really excited to start this and I hope you are excited to read it! I actually got this inspiration from American Idol, strangely enough. Scott MacIntyre is the blind contestant on the show and he has an amazing voice and he can play the piano and everything. He inspired me that no matter what the set-backs are, you can make your dreams come true, and he has done that by auditioning and getting through to Hollywood and then to the Top 13 on Idol. And this fic is, in a way, inspired by him. Yes, weird, since I don't even know him, but he is awesome!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I'll enjoy writing it!

The Music of His Heart
Chapter One: And So It Goes

"So I would choose to be with you
As if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows"

"And So It Goes" - Billy Joel

Bella

The bright rays of sunlight woke me from my slumber at around six thirty in the morning. I guess I should've known to close my blinds, but my tiredness had gotten the best of me last night and I had gone to sleep without even bothering to cover up the window. Either way, I would've gotten up at six thirty, since that was what my biological clock was set to - or that's what my father said.

But, despite being groggy and cloudy eyed, I rose from my bed and made my way into my bathroom. A good hot shower should wake up, so I brought a few towels and washcloths into the bathroom with me before stripping my flannel pajamas from my body and climbing into the hot water. The almost scalding temperature was pleasant to me, and I welcomed it. I was surely awake when I stepped out of the stream of warm water about twenty minutes later.

I wrapped the towel around my frame and dried my hair. After I was done with that part of routine, I walked out of the spacious bathroom and into my walk-in closet that housed my very ecclectic wardrobe. Much of it was from high-end designers that wanted me of all people to wear their clothes. On a day like this, where I only had to go to the office, I didn't dress up much. I decided on wearing a simple navy blue turtleneck with a pair of creme colored pants. Brown ankle boots completed this certain...look, I guess you would call it.

I checked myself in the mirror, looking at my long waves of dark brown hair that spilled over my shoulders and reached my mid-back, studying the image of myself with chocolate colored eyes. The pale skin of my face was still slightly red from the shower, but I didn't worry too much about it. I was prone to blushing, so that was expected anyway.

"Here we go again, Bella." I muttered to myself as I walked out of the bathroom and to the door. I grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder. I opened the door, careful to check for my keys before I shut the locked door, and left the apartment.

The walk to my job was the same as any other day. I stopped at a local bagel stand and got a cream cheese bagel, which I munched on as I continued my walk to my office. After a while, I arrived at my destination. I chewed quietly on the bagel as I stood there, fumbling for my keys. I finally retrieved them and slid one gently into the lock on the glass door. On the front of the building was a sign that glowed in iridescent lights - Swan Records, it read.

Though I made this journey many times before, my heart gave a little leap and a surge of pride coursed through my body. This was mine; I owned this. My father, in his old age, had decided to retire and leave the company with me. Now, it was mine, and one of the most famous record labels in New York. Though my dad had started this, it had always been my dream to take over after him. I had, and the company flourished even more than my father thought possible.

I flipped on the switch to the lights as I walked gingerly into the space. The front room was a lobby, where people waited to be interviewed by me. My office was behind a rather heavy mahogany door on the other side of the room. There was a second floor. The stairs led up to another room which housed all the recording equipment and other things that any musician might need. Instruments and various other objects. It was your typical recording room. Microphones and other devices were in one room, and another room was sectioned off from it by glass windows and a massive panel of buttons and other high-tech gadgets. Then there was a third floor where all my associates worked. This early in the morning, not many people were there, which was why I came in at around seven each day.

I reached my hands to the ceiling and stretched, hearing a few bones pop and creak in the process. I was in the middle of shaking the stiffness from my shoulders when I heard a kind voice call out to me, "Bella?"

I jumped, startled slightly by the intrusion, "Oh, good morning, Angela. How was your night?"

My receptionist, Angela Weber, gave me a shy smile, "It was good. Yours?"

I nodded, smiling back at her, "Same."

It was silent for a while as I unlocked the door to my office. The shiny gold nameplate on the door had my name carved into it and was immediately recognized by any wannabe superstar. As I opened the door, Angela spoke again, "That new band...didn't you say you were going to sign them today?"

I flicked the light on in my office, "Yes...Eclipsed Dawn. They have three members - the lead singer and guitarist, Alice Brandon; the bass player, Jasper Whitlock; and the drummer, Emmett McCarty." I recited their names, a smile playing on my lips. I had listened to their demo and it was very promising. What could happen when this raw talent was given proper equipment and marketing skills? Everything and anything. I continued with my musing, "They seem to be a part of the...punk-rock movement. Not emo, not at all, but they have substance to their music, and I think it could land them big-time success."

I sat down at my desk, arranging several stray papers away from me, to not get them confused with everything else I had to get done today.

"Like Rosalie?" Angela said, her tone not trying to hide the wonderment she felt when she thought of the blonde woman.

My lips curved into a confident smirk, much like the one Rosalie Hale - one of my most successful singers - wore on the poster that was hanging proudly over the couch in the lobby. Rosalie was one of my first clients. She had the drop dead gorgeous looks - blonde hair and violet colored eyes. A body that could put the most beautiful supermodels to shame. And she had real talent. So much unlike the cookie-cutter pop divas the society was faced with today.

Her first album had gone platinum many times over, and she was working on her second. Rosalie would most likely be in today sometime to record some more tracks with the help of our recording and sound mixing guy, Jacob Black. Not only was she already extremely successful in her own right, making several "Best New Artist" lists and other things this year, but she was also up for a Grammy. It floored me.

One of my artists, up for a Grammy? It seemed surreal and it humbled me incredibly.

I hadn't realized I had drifted off in daydreams of Grammy gold until Angela placed a form on my desk. It was your usual manila envelope, nothing spectacular about it. The name "Edward Cullen" was marked on the front in black ink. I pursed my lips, "Edward...Cullen?"

Angela nodded, "Found it in the mail this morning. Quite impressive. You should take a read and seriously consider him. See? He even put a CD with his recorded songs on there." She pointed a slender finger to the disc that had been inside the envelope. I hadn't read any of his information, but seeing that he came prepared with a few songs that he sang, even before I had the chance to interview him, I felt an immediate wonder. Not many people were that thorough. Not that many people cared that much about what they wanted. This Edward character obviously wanted this record deal.

"Have you listened to it, Angela?" I asked, running my index finger over the smooth casing of the disc.

She shook her head again, "No, I thought it would be best if you listened to it first."

I gave her a kind smile, "Ah, thanks." I replied, looking at her thin face with gentle eyes.

Angela nodded and departed from my office, leaving me to look over the folder about the mysterious Edward Cullen.

His name was Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, twenty six years old - one year younger than me. He had been adopted from a foster home when he was just five years old, and raised by a doctor and his wife, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. From the photo that was sent in the envelope with his music, he had unique, bronze colored hair that was almost stylishly unkempt and a pair of the most entrancing emerald green eyes I had ever seen. His skin was pale, almost more-so than mine, and he was listed to be at least a bit over six feet. I smiled when I read that he had a pet dog named Jake. I would have to mention this to Jacob; it would give him a good laugh.

But, as soon as I had gotten over the wonder of his headshot and the humor in his dog's name, I took out the CD and slipped it into the music player I kept in my office.

And my ears were met with the most heartwrenchingly beautiful voice I had heard in the span of my career as a music mogul.

The tone was perfect, each word enunciated properly. The pitch of his vocals was spot on. The emotion in his voice was palpable; I could almost feel it in the room with me, and it was suffocating.

The haunting timbre of his voice penetrated the quiet of my office, and I found myself staring wide-eyed at the CD player, chills seeming to run up and down my spine, goosebumps prickling on every inch of my skin.

I hadn't realized I had been in a trance until I the intercom on my desk buzzed.

"Bella, the members of Eclipsed Dawn are here to see you."

Suddenly, I felt moisture run down my cheeks after I blinked. Crying? I was...crying. No way a song could do this to me, but...it had. And I was all the more floored by the enigma that was Edward Cullen.

I wiped fervently at the tears that slowly made their way down my face, not answering Angela until she buzzed me again, "Bella? Are you alright in there?"

"Y-Yes, Angela. I'm fine. Just give me a minute."

"Will do."

I sat there, wondering what was wrong with me, wondering how a song - or rather, the one who sang said song - could affect me so much. It was rare, almost never happened, unless I felt particularly moved by a performer, but not just by listening to a demo.

I pulled out the bottom drawer of my desk and felt relieved that I kept a secret stash of Kleenex in there. Usually it was for the poor souls who got rejected by my business - and we got a lot of them - and they started crying and I had to be the supportive person and hand them a tissue... I pulled a few out of the box and wiped my eyes and face with them. Then I took out my mirror and checked myself. Great, I really do look like I've been bawling my brains out... I thought with annoyance as I snapped my mirror shut and pressed my finger on the intercom buzzer.

"Send them in, Angela."

"Okay."

I had just thrown the dirty Kleenex into the trash when Alice, Jasper, and Emmett of Eclipsed Dawn came into my office. I was immediately struck by how attractive each of them was. Alice, the petite lead singer, strode in the office, her movements mimicking dancing, they were so graceful. Her black hair was cropped short and stuck out in all directions. Jasper followed her, his wild blonde hair was also unruly, his tall, slender form moving to keep up with the small girl in front of him. Emmett was curly, dark haired boy, the largest of the three. He had muscles that would make a body builder look at his and want to shoot steroids. But I knew for a fact that they weren't artificially enhanced. We do drug tests here before we clear anyone to record. It makes things easier in the long run.

"Good morning," I greeted them politely, motioning to the seats in front of me. "Please sit down."

I heard a piece of Emmett's conversation as he sat down, " - sper, I hope we get to meet that blonde girl on the poster. She was damn fine! - "

I had to hide my smile at his candidness; I also couldn't suppress what I said next, "Oh, don't worry, Emmett." I smirked, "You are on the same label now, so you'll most likely see Rosalie."

"That's what I'm talkin' bout!" Emmett laughed, a loud, booming noise, as he raised his hand to high five Jasper, who returned the gesture with a nervous look in Alice's direction.

Alice just gave him a polite smile, "Don't worry, Jasper. She's hot, I'll give you that."

"You have the coolest girlfriend ever, Jazz," Emmett smiled boyishly, glancing at Alice before looking to me at my desk.

I grinned at him; his childish smile was irresistible, and I had the feeling that Rosalie would like him if she were to ever meet him.

Alice looked swiftly over to me, a smile crossing her features and she said, "So...you called us here to..."

"Sign you," I answered cheerfully as I waved to the papers on my desk, "We are very happy to have found such a talent as yours..."

Alice smiled at me serenely; Emmett grinned and gave Jasper a fist-bump.

"...and we would love to have you recording for Swan Records."

The happy energy in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but feeling myself smiling along with them. I brought out a pen from my desk and laid out a contract in front of them. Three lines were underneath a paragraph of various requirements and other things, and I pointed to them, "Each of you needs to sign here, please."

Alice was the first, her small, agile hand shooting out in excitement just after I placed the pen down on the table in front of them. She scrawled in loopy, elegant cursive, her name. Alice Brandon.

Then came Jasper, taking the pen from Alice as she offered it to him. Emmett pouted, obviously not wanting to go last. The blonde signed his name carefully, his cursive just as elegant as Alice's, but not as loopy and girlish. Jasper Whitlock.

Emmett finally got the pen and signed in cursive as well, though it showed that he didn't practice that a lot. His was hard, pressed into the paper as he concentrated on the cursive letters that made up his name. Emmett McCarty.

Then I took the paper from them, and wrote their band name - Eclipsed Dawn - in the title above their names, before signing my name to the very bottom. Isabella Swan.

I smiled and took a seal from my desk and stamped it onto the top left hand corner of the document, making it official. Then I put it into a manilla envelope, careful not to crinkle or bend it in any way, and slid it into the iron safe in the corner of my room where I kept all of my artist's contracts. I rose from my seat, brushed my hands against my pants and held out my hand. "Welcome to Swan Records." I said with a hospitable smile.

Jasper and Alice each shook my hand, while Emmett reached out and gave me a big bear hug. "Hell yeah!" He shouted, while Alice and Jasper looked at him and laughed. They obviously didn't care if this wasn't the proper code of conduct, but I really didn't care either. It showed that they were raw, untrained artists, naive to the big industry, and that was very good in their case.

Emmett released me from his embrace, and grinned at me with all the enthusiasm of a twelve year old. "When can we get started recording?"

I teased him, "Well, Rosalie comes in tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow's good!" Emmett immediately said, slapping me on the back. It stung only a bit, but I tried not to wince. I didn't care about it, because it seemed I had been accepted fully in the case of Eclipsed Dawn, and that made me feel very proud. It was always good to have artists on your label who got along with you. Even Rosalie - who I thought was just a bit standoffish in the beginning, but my opinion quickly changed when I got to know her - and I had developed a good report. We often went out for drinks or lunch together. I couldn't say the same for other artists on this label, but you can't please everyone.

"Alright then," I smiled, looking at the clock. Only a few minutes had passed since the group came into my office, "Well, I guess the only thing you can do is bring your material and we can sift through it, pick out the ones you like the best, and get to recording." I explained. I wasn't one of those bosses who wanted to control every aspect of the creative process. I wanted the artists to be happy with whatever they put out, so I often let them pick out their own songs. Or, if they didn't write their own songs, I would bring in one of the many songwriters I knew and they would have a session.

"Will do!" Alice smiled as she and the rest of the band walked to the door, "Thank you so much for the opportunity, Miss Swan."

"Call me Bella."

"Bella," Alice tested the name out, grinning from ear to ear, her lovely face the picture of happiness, "Thanks."

"No problem." I grinned back at her as she walked out the door, followed by Jasper, who nodded his head with a smile, and Emmett who was smiling boyishly, most likely thinking about meeting the drop dead gorgeous Rosalie tomorrow.

The door shut behind them and I collapsed into my chair, rolling back a little bit so I could comfortably prop my feet up on the desk. I sighed and ran a hand through my chocolate brown locks, tangling my fingers in the strands.

My meeting with Eclipsed Dawn didn't take as long as I thought. I had many other appointments scheduled, but they all started at nine thirty. It was just now eight o'clock. I smiled to myself. Free time was hard to come by in this business, and here I stumbled upon some without even trying. But as soon as I realized that I had a good hour and a half to myself, I picked up the file I was staring at earlier, looked for the contact number, and snatched the phone in my eager hands.

I had to redial the number twice because I was so anxious to call this talented man. While I waited, I had his compositions in my head, his angelic voice ringing in my head the way I had heard it.

I was so distracted that I almost jumped when a calm, smooth voice answered on the other line, "Hello?"

"This is Bella Swan, head of Swan Records," I said in a self-assured voice, one that I had perfected over the years of calling up potential talent and prospects. "Is this Edward Cullen?"

"Oh," The man on the other line seemed surprised that I had called. Maybe because it had been so soon since he sent in the samples of music to me, "No, he's not in right now. This is is father, Carlisle."

"Oh, ah," I said, suddenly wondering what to say, "Mr. Cullen, did you know that your son sent in his demo to our label?"

"Call me Carlisle, and yes," Carlisle said with all the proudness any father would have, "He has been so excited about it. Can't wait to hear the news, he keeps saying."

I couldn't help but smile over the phone, and I know my tone was fitting for my expression, "Carlisle, I do believe it's great news." I said with a definite edge of girlish excitement to my voice, "I usually don't call back clients this early, but your son's demo is...amazing for the lack of a less-obvious adjective." I chuckled, and I could hear Carlisle's deep laugh over the phone join with mine, "I would love to schedule a meeting with him tomorrow, if that is alright. It is just to get a feel of how he would perform live and to get to know how he is in person."

Carlisle paused for a second, "Alright...what time would be good for us to come down?"

I pursed my lips as I thought. Rosalie would be in first thing in the morning to record in the studio. Eclipsed Dawn would be in sooner or later. Probably sooner if Emmett's fascination with Rose was any indication. So, I gave him the first time that I knew would be free. "Would around one be okay?" That would give time for Rosalie to get settled in recording, and we could put the band in a room with Leah Clearwater, one of our most prolific songwriters, to pick out songs to record. It would also give me time to eat, which I knew I would need after all the events going on.

"Sure, that would be fine."

"Alright," I said, brimming with excitement, "Just tell him to get together a few songs he would like to play for us - we have a piano here, so no need to worry about that - and tell him what time." I elaborated, not sure what else to say, "And, also, tell him that his music was very well-received." I laughed over the phone and Carlisle joined in.

"That will make his day," Carlisle said with a fatherly tone, "He just loves blessing people with his music...Edward's always glad to have people enjoy what he does."

I smiled warmly, and I felt that warmth radiate throughout my whole body.

"If my gut feeling is any indication, Carlisle, Edward's music will be enjoyed by a lot of people."

"That's wonderful..." The man on the other line said with an awed tone.

I chuckled and said, "Thank you for your time; it's been a pleasure talking to you, and I look forward to working with your son."

"No, thank you," He said, clearly still in shock of my confident words - he shouldn't be; his son was probably one of the most talented people I had heard in a while, "Edward is going to be so happy."

I smiled and said, "I'm glad," Then I said, "I hope you have a good day; good bye, Carlisle."

"Bye, Miss Swan."

Click.

Excitement jolted through my system like I had just grabbed an electric wire. I had such a great feeling about working with Edward Cullen that I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight because of all the adrenaline rushing through my system. I didn't even know if I was going to get through the day because my thoughts were centered directly on marketing Edward Cullen, making him a star, selling his music to thousands of people, the possibilities of duets, (I could team him up with Rose! I thought with a thrill of inspiration.) and...his eyes. I couldn't get those magnificent emerald depths out of my head.

I shook my head to rid the thoughts from my mind before I heard Ang buzz me again.

"Send them in." I said politely, leaning back in my chair comfortably.

Though I had several other appointments today, and though I had never even met him in person, I knew that not one of them would capture my attention like Edward Cullen had.

And none of them would effect my life the way he would.

End Chapter One.

Well, what do you think? My first attempt at a chaptered Twilight fic! I really hope you liked it. Because I know I had fun writing it! Haha, anyway, I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Even a simple "good job" would be okay. Haha. Wow, I am such a review whore. But anyway, I just love hearing people's opinions!

Thanks for reading! I appreciate it!