A/N Another wee shortie...
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CHAPTER 37 BPOV
Standing at the side of the stage, waiting for Emmett to introduce me, was like waiting for the electric chair. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but the wait was torture.
My mind's going wild.
What would Edward do?
Would he stay and listen to my words or will he walk away?
Will he be angry? Will he cry?
Suddenly, I hear the words I have been waiting for. "The next act performing on the stage is better known for her lyric-writing skills, but tonight you will have the great honor of hearing her sing one of her own songs, so please put your hands together for Bella Cullen."
"Come on, Bella," Emmett whisper-shouts to me as the audience claps wildly.
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Can she do it?