A/N: Okay, this chapter is dedicated to Rosalie Cullen12 for being my first reviewer EVER. Thanks so much for the positive feedback, and I'm glad you enjoyed Freddy freaking Krueger. I actually wasn't planning on continuing so fast, but I'm very excited, so… chapter 2 it is!

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Chapter 2: My Temporary Muse.

Edward's POV:

Today was probably the most significant day of my entire life.

Ever since I could remember myself, my dream had always been to become a pianist, a composer, like all the great ones. Music was my absolute passion. I've worked very hard to get to this day.

When I got out of high school, I took a job as a pianist in a piano bar called "Lilah's". I liked my job, but it wasn't what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, obviously. And honestly, I didn't really need the job - when my parents died years ago, they left me with a large trust fund. I just preferred not to use it for now; it would be for my children, when the day comes. I tried getting my name out there as much as possible, playing the piano or guitar everywhere I had the chance, until I stumbled upon the opportunity.

Today I was having a meeting with Classic Sound Records producers, and I guess you could say it was kind of an audition. I was going to play a few of my compositions for them, and they were going to decide whether to sign me or not.

Yes, it was definitely the most significant day of my life. So of course, something would have to go awfully wrong.

I felt nervous when I started getting ready this morning. Not because I wouldn't have enough time to prepare myself (since I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning when the meeting was at 10) but because this was probably my only chance at this – I didn't want to blow it.

I stood in front of the mirror and buttoned up my white shirt, the one I liked to call "my power shirt". It was my favorite button-down, and it somehow made me feel more confident about myself. I breathed in deeply as I wore my jacket over it.

Just relax. You're going to do fine.

I slipped on a pair of dark jeans and tried to do something to discipline my hair so it wouldn't look like the mess it usually looked, and I got out of the apartment.

The crisp air hit me immediately as I went outside, which helped calm my nerves. After a 20 minute walk to the offices, and I was in the mood for coffee. Decaf was probably a good choice for today.

I walked into the Starbucks right next to the offices and stood behind a brown haired girl who was ordering her drink. I only saw her from behind at that point, but I managed to see her figure was small and perfect underneath that flowing brown hair. What can I say? I always had a thing for brunettes.

She thanked the boy at the counter and turned around – without looking first – and smashed right into me, causing her coffee to spill all over me. Thank god that for some reason, it wasn't boiling hot.

When I caught and steadied her, I realized how beautiful she was. She had big brown eyes and full lips, and her skin looked amazingly creamy. Of course, being a man, my eyes had to wonder to other parts of her body (which was perfect, just like I thought it would be), but I didn't want to stare – that would not be gentlemanly.

Then I remembered my ruined power shirt, and the meeting that was going to start in 15 minutes. I wouldn't have enough time to go home and change, and I was going to have to attend that meeting looking like a mess.

"Don't you watch where you're going?" I asked. She said nothing. I have to admit, I really wanted to hear her voice, so I tried to get some kind of respond from her before she left. She seemed like the type who would run off in embarrassment without saying anything.

"Great, now I'm going to have to wear a stained shirt to my meeting," I said. I was actually quite disconcerted about this fact. It was the most significant day of my life, after all. I started grabbing napkins and trying to minimize the damage.

She tried to help me, unsuccessfully. The shirt was pretty much ruined for today. I just hoped I could get the coffee stains out at all.

"I'm really sorry, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" she finally said.

I raised my eyebrows, slightly amused by this strange girl. "Are you saying this is my fault?" I asked.

"Well... I mean, there wasn't anyone standing behind me, so I didn't really expect you to be there when I turned around..." she started.

"Perhaps you should've looked, then?" I asked. I couldn't believe she tried to blame this on me, and this was my significant day ruined, here. I would probably make a horrible impression and lose the job of my life because of this.

"Look, I'm sorry I spilled my coffee on your shirt, don't feel obliged to buy me a new cup or anything." She looked very annoyed with me.

Buy her a new cup? Is she serious? Can't she see that I'm wearing a latte soaked power shirt?

"As long as you don't feel obliged to buy me a new shirt," I replied. I didn't know why I kept arguing about this. I guess it was a combination of nerves, bad mood, and needing to keep hearing her lovely voice.

"Again, I'm sorry about your shirt, I'll be going now," she said angrily. Great, now she was leaving, too. I'm not sure why, but I was hoping she'd offer to make it up to me, give me her number or something. It was a stupid thing to hope, and I didn't know what it was about that clumsy girl that had me intrigued, but I felt agitated.

"Have a nice day, now," I said instinctively, and wanted to punch myself in the face for being such a jerk.

"Thanks, you too," she spat back and walked out. I deserved that.

I was being a complete ass. I deserved this girl walking away from me, and I deserved never to see her again.

Since I had lost my mood for coffee, I decided to show up to the meeting earlier. Maybe if they saw I was early, my first impression wouldn't be all bad.

I walked up to the woman sitting behind the front desk, who was speaking through one of those Bluetooth things. She held up one finger in front of me.

"No, you listen to me. If your client thinks that partying is more important than showing up for meetings, maybe he shouldn't be signed in this company," she said.

"Good, and have him here by six sharp. If he's late, he's out," she added and hung up.

She sighed and smiled up to me. "You must be Edward Masen."

"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Brice," I smiled back. I was just so glad to be early.

"Of course, I'll let him know that you're here," she said and walked into a large corner office.

"I did it, I got signed!" I yelled into my cell phone and heard a roar of excitement from the other end of the line.

The meeting went unbelievably well, and the producers actually liked my compositions. At some part of the audition, they literally had me sweating when they asked me to improvise something for them. I didn't expect that, but I was going to try. As soon as I started playing, these new sounds started to flow through my fingers, sounds I've never managed to get out of a piano. That's when I realized I was thinking about her – that silly, clumsy, coffee spilling girl. She inspired this music, and I silently thanked her for being my temporary muse.

"Way to go, little bro! I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate this!" My brother said.

Emmett was my big step brother, ever since my parents died and his parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, decided to adopt me. I was grateful every day for having them as a family, and they were the best family a person could ever ask for.

"Dinner with Carlisle and Esme?" I proposed.

"No, not yet at least. Didn't they tell you they were going out of town? Something about a bed and breakfast with a Jacuzzi in the room, something gross like that," he said. "How about you join me and my friends for dinner?"

"I don't know, Em… they're your friends, I don't even know them."

"Come on, I want you to meet my girlfriend – she's the hottest little thing I ever laid –" he started.

"I definitely don't want to hear about that, Emmett!" I interrupted.

"What? No, I was just going to say she's the hottest little thing I ever laid eyes on, you stupid little pervert," he laughed.

"Oh. What did you say her name was? Rose?" I asked

"Rosalie, yeah," he corrected, "she's this kick ass book editor. Actually, she's the editor of that chick you like so much, Bella."

"Oh my god! She works with Bella Swan? She is an incredible writer! Have you met her?" I interrogated. Bella Swan's books were very good. Her stories were well written and witty, and some of them even made me shed a tear or two. She was amazing.

"Yeah, we hung out. So would you be interested in going if Bella was coming, then?"

"Of course!" I said. This day would be perfect, if it hadn't been for the incident earlier this morning, when I behaved like an idiot and scared off that beautiful girl, who was still in my mind.

"Awesome. I'll let you know later where and what time," Emmett said. "And I'm real proud of you."

"Thanks, Em. I'm going to call Carlisle now, so talk to me later," I said.

"Sure, I just hope for your benefit you won't be interrupting on anything," he chuckled.

"Goodbye, Emmett," I laughed and hung up the phone.

Now this was really going to be the most significant day of my life. I was going to meet Bella Swan.