Edward
Mrs. Masen is cooking in her lovely Chicago home 1915, when she hears her lovely son Edward playing the piano, the music thrills her and she listens with glee.
The music stops and she hears:
"Mother!" Edward screams from the other room.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Masen says to herself. "Yes my dear."
"Stop with the racket, you're ruining my creative flow." Edward whines like a little girl.
"Sorry lamb chop." His mother replies.
The music returns and Mrs. Masen continues with her cooking.
The music stops again.
"Mother, stop it with the blender, I'm trying to compose a freaking sonata here!" Edward whines again.
"Do you want dinner or not, Edward?" His mother asks no longer patient with him.
"Can you cook quietly; Mozart's mother didn't bother him with useless noise." Edward says now in the kitchen.
"Fine darling, I will." She says with a smile, he nod and goes back to playing.
She resumes cooking and quietly.
2004
Esme is in the garden trimming her gardenia's when she hears her son Edward playing the piano.
She smiles with glee and resumes gardening.
The music stops.
"Esme!" Edward screams like a little girl.
"Oh no." She says quietly to herself. "Yes Edward."
"Will you shut that weed whacker up; I'm trying to compose a freaking symphony here." Edward whines.
"Sorry dear." She says.
The music resumes.
"I'm going to break that piano one day." She says to herself.
Okay that is all for now, next up should be Rosalie.