Instrumental Lullabies – Bella is a Violinist Prodigy, able to use her violin to touch the emotions of everyone around her. One of them being Edward Cullen, Piano Genius and classmate. Paired up together for their Music Showcase, can these two fall into sync with their hearts, like their instruments can with audiences from all over?

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, CBBLUE, or, HeartStrings. Seriously. I don't. Please don't remind me. All three belong to their respected owners.

Author's Note: Somewhat of a Twilight/Heart Strings cross over. Heart Strings is a Korean Drama – one of my absolute Favorites, and I thought and thought, and I decided to at least try my hand at it. Some of the characters will be OOC, and it's a fine line I have to cross for this. I don't want it to be exactly like the K-Drama, but I don't want it to lose the foundation, either. So, most likely, if you've seen the Korean Drama, you'll be sure to see some of my favorite scenes reenacted here. C;

The Prologue is in Third Person, but, however, the story is in BELLA'S P.O.V.

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Prologue - the Prodigy

The melody started off soft, lightly picking up speed and volume as it grew louder and more intense. From playful, it grew into serious, higher and higher until it hit its peak, gradually going back down to start all over again.

Nimble fingers danced over the neck of the instrument, as another held the bow in a loose hold. The crowd was silent, letting the girl sitting in the center of the room bend their emotions to her will, and she was doing it flawlessly.

The melody grew higher once more, only to break off at its peak, the notes fading. It was silent for a moment, before the crowd stood up and applauded together, the sound deafening.

The girl placed her violin on her lap, letting a small smile cross her lips as she bowed her head, letting a dark curtain of hair cascade over her shoulder and shield her face from view. The applause soon faded as people sat down in their chairs and a man stepped onto the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, once again, I give you, Isabella Swan." There was polite applause then, and the small girl stood up from her chair and hurried out of view. Once safely behind the heavy, crimson curtain, the smile fell from her face. She lightly placed her violin lovingly in its velvet lined case, closed it, and hurried out of the auditorium, hoping to herself that her mother would be proud. But, deep down, she knew her mother never would be.

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...And welcome to Instrumental Lullabies. This is just a prologue, and it is sure to be longer and better as it progresses. I hope you enjoyed it so far.

K~