A/N: Wow, I'm on a roll tonight. I just finished the third chapter of "Deliverance in Sin" and then I automatically went back to Word to type out chapter four of this! So here it is, enjoy. And as always- review! I love what you guys have to say, you guys make me blush furiously like Bella. ;)

PS: I do have the piece mentioned for their solo performance, I'll try and sneak it into the author's note of the next chapter for you guys to download. It truly is a beautiful piece, it made so much sense to me in the dynamic of the relationship I was thinking of between Bella & Edward... but I'll explain later. Read on!

Wednesday was turning out to be my most and least favorite day of the week.

Not only did I have to wake up at eight AM to face the demon that is Von Edinburg, but I had the most classes today. Theory, Applied, and Solo Repertoire. In truth, I was really excited to see what solo piece I'd be playing for the end of the year recital. By now, my instructors had a pretty clear idea of how well I played, so all I could do now was cross my fingers in hopes it would be a piece that wasn't too easy.

My jaw could've knocked the tiles out of the floor when I walked into my teacher's office and saw Edward sitting at the piano.

Much like the night before, he sat and looked gorgeous hovering over the keys. From where I was standing, I could see the nerves tensing and relaxing in his hands as each finger seemed to be blessing the piano. I drove myself (unwillingly, I admit) out of my awe of him and cleared my throat. At that, he looked up, his eyes flickering to my face and a smile crossed his features. I smiled back, still lingering in the doorway in case I stumbled into the wrong room.

"Mozart?" I asked with a nod towards the piano. He chuckled lightly, seeming surprised that I recognized the piece so easily.

"He's my favorite, to be honest," he admitted. I scowled playfully at him.

"No way, if you're in the Classical era you can't beat Luchesi," I protested. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"How can you deny the greatness that is Mozart? He was brilliant," he argued. I scoffed at him.

"More like overrated. Everyone plays Mozart, but I'd rather appraise the unsung hero," I quipped with a smile. He had nothing left to say, so he laughed instead. In my head, I was doing a victory dance.

"So what brings you here today?" he asked.

"Well, I have my Solo class here, right now I think. It's weird that I'm actually on time and the teacher isn't. What about you?"

"Well, Anne asked me to come in, she wanted to ask me something," he said as his eyebrows came together to make him look confused. I pondered it for a minute. Why would she ask him to come in? He plays piano, and plus this was my class time she'd be cutting into. Not that I minded, he could stay and she could ask him all the questions she wanted…

The room fell quiet. But lucky enough, Anne swept in not even a minute later, throwing apologies left and right to the both of us and complaining about a certain student that just had to stay behind in class to ask her a million questions. I stifled a laugh as she went on, and as I glanced at Edward I noticed he had to press his lips tightly to keep from laughing as well.

When she was done ranting, she finally turned to the both of us. I had taken a few steps further into her office, a few feet away from where Edward sat and about a yard away from her. She smiled at the both of us before she began explaining.

"The reason why I called you in, Edward, was to ask you for a favor. Well, it's not so much a favor now as it will be your grade now," she said with a laugh, then turned to talk directly to me, "Now, Bella, I've been listening in on your lessons and I must say, you play with such passion and beauty, it left me and a couple other people on the faculty breathless."

My face was furiously red at her compliment and I could feel Edward appraising me with his eyes. I tried to smile but I ended up looking like a dope.

"So as I was trying to find you a piece, I was tossing everything aside. Nothing was good enough for you! Then I remembered that I had a piece somewhere kept safe for those "special moments" if you know what I mean. Anyway, I pulled it out, looked it over and was simply amazed by how perfect it'll be for you. The only problem is that it requires a more advanced piano accompany, which I couldn't find for you at this time. That's where you come in, Edward," she looked over at him. He still looked a bit confused, and I was too, mostly by what she had meant by it would be his grade.

"I already talked to your teachers about it and they're okay with it. They said that if you played the accompany part, they can omit how well you did on it for your own solo repertoire. So that way, you both don't have to be up there by yourselves. And don't worry about how well the other plays; I assured the staff that it would be solely on individual performances."

My heart fluttered right out of my chest. I was going to play my solo with Edward. I was going to play my solo with Edward.

The concept was both exciting and frightening at the same time. I was going to be up on stage with a gorgeous piano player, but I was going to be so nervous I'd definitely mess up and embarrass him.

No! What are you thinking? You're going to be positively spectacular because you're going to have the best accompanist on that stage with you.

I couldn't let the negative flood into my head, I just couldn't. Because it was too late, Edward had already agreed to it, stating that it was the best idea ever. Anne swelled with enthusiasm.

"Fabulous! I have the piece somewhere around here; I'll find it and you guys can look it over. I'm assuming that practicing arrangements will be dealt between the two of you?" she asked the both of us, but looked directly at me. My voice seemed to be caught in my throat.

"Y-yeah, we can work it out, sure," I managed, smiling weakly. She had bent down to fumble something from her cabinet. After a few seconds of searching she stood with two different papers in her hand and gave us each the according one.

I read the title, "Elégie in c minor- Adagio" by Gabriel Faure.

I'd heard this piece before. I was pretty sure it was in my iPod, but I never bothered to listen to it much. All I knew was that Anne was right- the piano part would be just as difficult as the cello part.

"Looks like we've got a lot of work to do," Edwards smooth voice broke me out of the trance the piece had put me in. I was reading each note, playing it on the cello in my head, imagining the sound that would come. I looked up at him; for some reason the smile had never left his face.

"No doubt, looks like my weekends just bumped up to 4 hours of practice now." We both thanked Anne and walked out of her office. I was still taking in the piece and reading it in my mind; I didn't even notice Edward was walking adjacent with me.

"When are you available?" he asked me. My head snapped up to look at him in astonishment. Was he really asking me this…?

"To practice, I mean," he clarified. Oh. Nice one, Bella. Idiot.

"Oh, well, I guess my Wednesday's just cleared up by an hour since I don't have to rehearse with Anne anymore. Is that okay with you?"

He thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can."

"Good," I said with a smile. We both rounded the corner and went to exit the building when an all too familiar voice hit my ears.

"Hey, Edward! Wait up!" came Tanya's voice. I cringed on the inside, trying to get away as fast as I could, but Edward was looking at me as I backed away, and I didn't want to seem rude and just take off like that. Tanya finally caught up to us, her eyes all lit up while she looked at Edward, then as they darted to me, the ferocious part of her that nobody else saw broke out.

"Oh. Hi, Bella," she said disinterested. I tried to stand away from them as much as I possibly could, in case she decided to attack him with her lips or something. Wow, I really burned at the thought of that.

Edward, on the other hand, seemed bored of her presence. "Did you need something, Tanya?" he asked, evidently trying to be as polite as his patience would let him. Score one for Bella.

"I just wanted to see if you were going to the Fall Bash this Friday? I'm not really up to it this year and I wanted to see if you were planning on doing something else, maybe we could merge plans or something…" she trailed, her forefinger found its way to his arm that was crossed against his chest and was lightly gliding across the skin. I wanted to beat her with a bat. He seemed unnerved by her though, and I wanted to both smile smugly at her and drop to the floor in amazement. Was he really not into this girl? She was beautiful, albeit she had the worst attitude, but still. I thought guys were only into looks, anyway?

"Actually, I was planning on going. They do need someone to clear out the hall by the time everyone falls asleep," he said. My curiosity was struck- what was this Fall Bash and why hadn't I been informed of it already? Was I too consumed in my work to pay attention to social events? Wait, did they even have social events here?

Tanya's face turned into a smirk. "Are you taking a newbie?" she said, her eyes darting to me for a second. Edward stood defensively in front of me, as if she was going to leap and tear my face off. I wouldn't put it past her really. His arms tightened across his chest.

"So what if I wanted to?" he asked defensively. Almost at once, her face fell, hurt and annoyance struck her features. Boy, she could turn literally ugly when she was mad. I knew he was only saying that to prove a point to her, but my stomach still dropped ever so slightly at the thought. What if he really wanted to?

She finally managed to wipe the sneer off her face before giving him a completely (fake) sweet look. "Well, then I hope you have a great time," and with that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Of course, without giving me the look of death first.

Edward simply watched her walk away, not phased at all of what happened. He finally turned back to me, a shy smile tugged on his lips.

"Sorry about that, she's been a real pain lately," he apologized. I waved my hand as if to just let it blow over. Truthfully, I wish it did.

"She seems… pleasant," I lied and he laughed. I made him laugh.

No! Shut up! Stop thinking stuff like that!

"So what is this 'Fall Bash' if I may ask?" I said as he still laughed. He composed himself enough before answering.

"Well, it's just a little party the upperclassmen like to throw on the Friday of the first week back. Usually the new students aren't allowed in but over the years, there's been a little rule breakage, so now they just justified it as new students can only come if they've been invited by a person in an upper class," a small smile played on his lips, "I almost forgot that it's my first year going."

"Well, sounds like buckets of fun," I said with as much excitement as I could. Frankly, I was let down. It sounded kind of interesting; too bad I wouldn't be in attendance. He sensed my fake enthusiasm and laughed again.

"You can be my invitee; I wasn't planning on going with someone. You won't have to worry about me hanging around you and making you look bad," he said jokingly. I plummeted to the ground. Him make me look bad? Was he joking? Had he not looked in the mirror? Did he really just invite me?!

"You don't have to waste an invite on me, I don't even know any upperclassmen besides you and Miss Ferocious." He shook his head.

"I want to though, you're really the only freshman who seems interesting enough." I didn't notice that we had started walking again, apparently heading back to our dorms. All of a sudden we were in front of his room, his face anxious as he waited for me to say something still. As much as I was ecstatic about being invited, I didn't exactly want to be sitting alone the entire time. I looked up at him, trying my best to keep composed.

"I'll think about it," I said, at which he gave a mock pout. I let out a sigh and threw a hand to my hip. "I don't want to be all alone at some upperclassmen event!" I explained quickly.

"Then come find me there," he said with a casual shrug. Inside I wanted to scream out "yes, yes, yes!" but I knew that I'd look like a lost puppy around him.

"I'll think about it," I repeated with more authority in my voice. He couldn't do anything but nod.

"See you later then?" he asked. It was my turn to nod. He bid me goodbye and I made my way to climb up the stairs to my own room, my head swarming with a billion thoughts and my stomach wanting to rip out of my body.

Wait till Alice hears about this, I thought as I grimaced and opened the door to our room.