Bpov
It looked like the Fates were smiling down on me for the first time since I left Forks for New York. Well, for the first time since I broke up with Edward, I guess. I was actually going to be allowed to stay, and I was going to be able to spend time with Edward. That afternoon was my first studio session with Edward. I was shocked when nothing went wrong when I was getting ready. The flat iron didn't stop working mysteriously, and I was able to find my cell phone charger. I did one more once-over before I walked out the door. My black and grey lace tank top and black jeans were both perfect. As I was going down the stairs, I was ever so thankful that I wore my black flats instead of the heels I was thinking about.
The cab ride was short thankfully. I didn't have time to think and panic because of the short distance in-between the studio and my apartment. I calmly walked into the building, and again, the ditzy receptionist was there. She picked her head up from her magazine when she heard the door close behind me.
"Um, who are you?" she asked while smacking her gum.
"I'm Bella Swan. I'm here for the studio session at twelve with Edward Cullen." The look on her face made me wonder if there was actually a brain in her skull.
"Okay. Well, like, I know that Mr. Cullen's studio is up on, like, floor three. So, if that's what you're looking for, then, like that will be you best shot." And with that, she went back to reading.
When I was up in the studio, Edward was already waiting for me. He was sitting in one of the executive looking black leather couches outside of the sound booth. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but nothing came out.
"Good morning, Isabella," he greeted me. Again with the damn 'Isabella'. He should know how much I hated to be called that. I was about to remind him of what to call me when he continued talking.
"So, what I need for this soundtrack is one song at the end. Right after Romeo and Juliet are found dead. Felix already discovered that you can sing, but I don't know if you can write a song. I can have one of the writers at the studio write something up or you could attempt to do it yourself." His voice was cold; business like and devoid of any emotion. Like he had repeated his line to the camera one to many times. But, I still bristled at them. 'You could attempt to do it yourself' it was like he was saying that I couldn't write even if I wanted to.
"Umm, actually I have a song written. I don't have it with me, but I wrote it about a year ago." He looked me dead in the eye, as if he was looking for a lie.
"Okay then. Well that certainly would speed up this whole process if you had an appropriate song for love dying." Maybe he didn't mean it the way I took it, but it sounded like his comment had a double meaning directed at me.
"Oh, I do. That's what it is. I mean, it doesn't have music or anything. But I have the words memorized." He threw me a disbelieving look.
"Okay. Well then, Isabella, just sing it. We don't have to worry about messing with the sound booth today. If your song is good enough for the movie, then I will consider adding it." It took a few seconds and Edward staring at me like I was mentally incompetent for me to realize that I was supposed to start singing. I cleared my throat and started to sing the words I had committed to memory.
He put it on me, I put it on,Like there was nothing didn't fit,It wasn't 't just the say you know,When you know.I don't know.I didn't feelThe fairytale feeling, I a stupid girlFor even dreaming that I it's not like the movies,That's how it should be, he's the one,I'll come undone,And my world will stop spinningAnd that's just the beginning, white said when I was young,"One day my prince will come."So I wait for that say its hard to meet your match,Find my better we make perfect stars don't align,If it doesn't stop time,If you cant see the sign,Wait for hundred percent,With every penny 'll be the one that,Finishes your it's not like the movies,That's how it should he's the one,He'll come undone,And my world will stop spinning,And that's just the beginning.'Cause I know you're out there,And your, your love came for 's a crazy idea that you were made,Perfectly for me you'll like the 's how it will and dramatic with the perfect 's not like the movies,But that's how it will he's the one,You'll come undone,And your world will stop spinning,And it's just the beginning.
After I was done, I was breathing heavily. I don't think it was because of the song, I think it was because I actually sang that in front of Edward. He didn't really have to know that I wrote that song about him, does he? Nope. When I actually looked up from the floor, his mouth was slightly open and some emotion I couldn't place burned deep in his green eyes. But, as soon as I saw it, his face seemed to revert back into the cool calm mask I had seen before.
"Umm, so do you like it? I mean, would it be okay for the soundtrack?" I asked uncertainly. He coughed uncomfortably before answering.
"Uh, yeah. I think that it could work for that one part. I would just need to have music composed for it." Before he could get any further, I interrupted him.
"Okay, but there's just one thing that I really want in there. I'm not sure how it could be used, but it would just mean a lot to me." He raised one eyebrow.
"Okay? What is it?" I pulled out the c.d. I always carried with me.
"Do you have a c.d. player?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded and took the jewel case out of my hand. He put it in, and the lullaby he had composed for me back when we were in high school started to flow in the room.
"Bella. I-," he choked out after half a minute. He extended a hand towards me, but dropped it before he actually touched me.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't even know why I came today," I forced out before I ran out of the room. Once I was safely out, I slid down on the other side of the door and buried my face in my knees.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do now. It was simply too painful to stay around when Edward would never be mine again.
An: Awww, sad face. Review if you want Edward's pov for this chapter.
Peace!
