Author's Note: Here's a short chapter on Dance… Enjoy!

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Chapter 49

Bella's Point of View

I huffed indignantly as I threw my purse onto the sofa. I entered the kitchen to drink water. After sighing, I walked towards the grand piano I had bought yesterday. It was black and shiny, matching quite well with the penthouse. I had had it placed in the corner of my huge living room.

I had learned to play the piano about eight years ago, wanting to play a musical instrument rather than just singing and dancing. Because I had been busy, I realized as I started playing Debussy, that I hadn't sung or danced in quite a while. The last time I had tried had been a year after Renee's death. I had tried singing along with my first composition, which prompted me to turn on some hip-hop music and start dancing.

I sighed as I closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of Clair de Lune. It was one of my favorite pieces by Debussy. Then, I realized that I must be out of practice with my compositions. I changed the chords, slowly changing the piece into my first composition.

It was slow and beautiful, easy-listening, but difficult to play because of the technique. I hadn't named it. I never named my compositions, mainly because I had no idea what to name it.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I looked over the piano towards the front door screen.

"View," I ordered quietly. The house obliged, and the screen changed, showing Alice at my door. I rolled my eyes. I had just seen her a couple hours ago.

"Open."

A few seconds later, I heard Alice's heels on the tiles. I didn't stop, but kept playing.

"Hi, Bella," Alice said, appearing in my living room. She stopped, staring at me. Then, her eyes flickered to the piano, looking confused.

"Alice," I greeted her. "I think I just saw you a couple hours ago."

"I forgot to give you the record booklet for the charity banquet," Alice said slowly, walking towards me. Her eyes were still on the piano. "Since when do you play the piano?"

"Since eight years ago," I replied. "Pretty, isn't it? Leah forgot to place a piano in my penthouse, so I went out and bought it yesterday."

"Wow," Alice said, amazed at how my fingers flew over the keys nimbly. "You're really good. Almost as good as Edward."

"That's right," I said, frowning slightly as the headache returned again suddenly. "Edward plays the piano." I winced slightly but I didn't stop playing. Alice looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Did you just remember that?" she asked excitedly.

"I…" I winced again. Then, the headache disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I remember a white grand piano, almost as beautiful as this one… That's why I bought this one. Because it reminded me of it. Anyway, I just couldn't remember who played it. But I remember now. Ugh, the headache will be the death of me, I swear."

"That's good, Bella," Alice said enthusiastically, hopping onto the piano lightly. "That's a good sign."

I smiled gently. "I suppose."

She frowned as she cocked her head, listening. "What's that? I've never heard this piece before. It's unfamiliar. And I swear I know almost every classical music 'cause of Edward."

"It's a composition of mine," I told her. Her eyes widened.

"Do you compose too?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "Edward does too, huh?"

"Yeah…" Alice said, amazed. "I love it! It's so easy-listening, but it looks hard!"

I smiled. "You guessed right. It's easy to listen, but the technique is hard."

"What's it called?"

I shrugged.

"You mean you don't have a name for it?"

"I never name my compositions. I never know what to name it."

"Then what do you call it?"

"Number one?" I asked. "It's my first composition."

She studied me, then nodded. "Do you have the music? Can I have a copy? I want to show Edward. He'll be interested to know that you play the piano too."

I nodded slowly. "Go ahead. You can have the original. I don't need it. I thought I was out of practice, but I think I'm good. I haven't made a mistake yet. Actually, I don't have to think now to play any piece. Just a little practice…"

"Good," Alice said, smiling. "Where's the music?"

"Uh…" I pursed my lips, trying to remember. "Maybe…in the yellow folder over in the bookshelf in my office?"

Alice jumped off the piano gracefully and immediately disappeared into my office. I didn't know what was taking her so long, but she came back in ten minutes.

"Bella, your closet is amazing!"

I rolled my eyes. So that was why.

"Don't tell me you got lost."

"Don't be silly," Alice said, her eyes sparkling. "I was seeing what kinds of clothes you have. I approve of them. Actually, your fashion sense has improved a lot."

"That doesn't mean I like to wear them."

"True," Alice agreed. "Anyway, I found the folder." She waved it at me. "All your compositions are here. You made twelve?"

"I think one is unfinished," I said, nodding. "Number…ten, I think. I got bored halfway."

"It's okay," Alice said dismissively. "Oh, and here's the booklet." She handed me a blue book from her purse. I stopped playing and opened it curiously.

I was sure that I had donated the most. So I was shocked when I saw the name for the top donator at the top of the list. My eyes widened at the amount.

"Alice, you've gotta be joking!" I turned to Edward's page and found his picture, looking handsome. I read the passage, realizing that he'd donated three more million after the party. "That's not fair!"

"Courtesy of the Cullen family," Alice said airily.

"More like courtesy of Edward Cullen," I snarled. "Who told you that you could do this? Take it back!"

"No way," she snapped. "We were going to give you back your money, but we decided not to and pay more. This is a compromise, Bella. How could you donate half the original amount? That's ridiculous."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I know there's no use arguing with you." I placed the booklet on the piano and resumed playing. Instead of playing the composition, I began playing Clair de Lune again.

"Clair de Lune?" Alice asked, surprised. "Do you like that piece too? It looks as though you and Edward have a lot in common in music."

I shrugged. "Debussy's good."

"Well," Alice sighed, shouldering her bag. "I'd better leave. I'm stopping by Edward's. See you later, Bella."

"Bye," I said absently, staring at the view of New York as she left.