We went into the hall for the reunion. Carlisle and I were holding hands, and everyone looked at us as we entered the room. We smiled at people we recognised, but still greeted the people we couldn't remember. My music teacher, Mrs Walters, saw me.
"Caitlyn! It's wonderful to see you. How are you, my dear?" she asked.
"I'm very well, thank you. How about yourself?"
"I'm fine. How is the music coming along?"
"Uh, I've written several songs, but they still need a lot of work doing on them. I've recorded a few cover songs, just for practice."
"Which songs have you covered?"
"Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen is my main song. It's my best example, and my favourite, too."
"Will you sing it for us?"
"I don't have my guitar with me.."
"Nonsense, you can use one of the school guitars. Go into the music store cupboard, and get one out." Mrs Walters said, and gave me the keys. I let go of Carlisle's hand after he kissed me. I smiled as he finally let me go. I dashed out of the room, and down the corridor to the music room. I switched the light on and unlocked the music store cupboard. I picked up an acoustic guitar, and placed the strap over my shoulder. I closed the door, locked it, and shut the light off. I left the room, shutting the door.

Ten minutes later, I came back, carrying the guitar. Carlisle was waiting for me, and he immediately kissed me on my lips. I walked over to Mrs Walters, and she smiled. She told me to sit, and gathered the others to attention. They all sat down on benches. I told them I was going to sing my version of 'Hallelujah' and they applauded loudly. I began to strum the guitar when everything was silent.

Well I've heard there was a sacred chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?

Well it goes like this...the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall
And the major lift,
The baffled King composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing low on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.

And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne
She cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well baby I have been here before
I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew you.

And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?

And remember when I moved you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.

And it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah, Oh

Hallelujah, Oo Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Everyone applauded again as I strummed the last few notes. Carlisle smiled at me, and the others murmured amongst themselves, saying how beautiful my voice was when I sang. Mrs Walters had tears in her eyes.