AN: Sorry for the wait on this chapter, I have been focusing on my other story, Life Changes. I decided I will be doing riddles for this one too!

Here is the chappie you all have been waiting for!

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Chapter 2: MTV Live

3 years later (Bella is famous and on MTV again, the place that started it all.)

I was about to go on. On to MTV, I haven't sung here in 2 years. I got a record label 2 years ago, and I came here to thank them for having me on here. They were going to interview me and then have me sing. Live.

"And here, for the third time, Isabella Swanson!" That was my cue.

I walked out and waved to the camera and audience. I already had a microphone on my ear so that I could talk and it would project.

"Thank you for having me here, Kent." I said with as much enthusiasm I could muster. (pretend the announcer's name is Kent.)

"It's a pleasure to have you! So, what got you interested in music?" he started right into the questions. He sat down on the couch.

I sat down next to him and said, trying not to cry, "I had my heart broken and I write music to let all my emotions out." My voice broke on heart-broken but I recovered.

"Ooh, who in their right mind would dump you?" he asked.

"Him, apparently." I replied curtly.

"So, what song will you be singing tonight, Isabella?"

"My song." I stated, I wanted it to a surprise.

"Ookay! Well, when we get back, Isabella will sing for us! Don't change the channel!"

Then the camera was off and I went backstage to get ready with the band. I had hired some people to be my band, and they became my best friends, well as best as I can get when I am forever broken. There was Matt on guitar, Tyler on drums, Eryn on piano, Vince on base, and me on vocals and guitar.

The announcer gave the signal, and Matt and Tyler started.

I did my dedication, like normal, "This is for the guy who destroyed that last ounce of hope that I could have happiness when he left.

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

"Thank you! Thank you!" we said our thanks as the Kent said,

"That was Pieces of Paper singing 'Behind these Hazel Eyes'! Give it up for Pieces of Paper!"

Once we got off the stage, Matt came up to me.

"Why do you always dedicate your songs to the son-of-a-bitch who ruined your life?" he asked me this a lot. Normally I just answer 'Cuz'.

"Because I want him to know that he sealed my fate." I said back. He looked startled.

I went to my room and fell asleep.

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I am tired so this is why it is short.

Here is the riddle:

Black I am and much admired, men seek me until they're tired. When they find me, they break my head, and take from me my resting bed. What am I?

When I get an answer, I will post again.

Sorry again for the wait.

-Edwardjustproposed