Chapter 5
BPOV
We stepped into the elevator once the doors opened and I waited for him to press the correct button for his level. We arrived to the top level of the building and then again waited for him to step out first and lead us to his room. I remembered the receptionist saying that the all of the Black Keys were on the top level. I hesitated, not stepping out of the elevator. What if I had to meet the other people in the band?
Edward saw my hesitation and chuckled, "Don't worry, they won't bite."
"Uh, yeah. Do we have to meet them? After all, we are only trying this out first."
"No guarantee, but we won't go to their room."
I nodded once and then stepped out of the elevator, making sure to stay mainly behind Edward.
We walked around a corner where there were three doors on either side of the hallway. They were obviously only using three rooms, it seemed such a waste to have to let the other three rooms go to waste.
As Edward started going off to the left and open the room 144, another door opened on the opposite side of the hallway and a small blonde haired boy came out. I remembered him from the concert as the drummer.
I closed my eyes in embarrassment, I shouldn't have agreed to this.
The boy, who I was sure his name was Jasper, saw Edward first and gave him a wave. "Hey Edward, how was your inspiration?" he said, winking.
Edward hesitated and looked at me, an all ready apology in his eyes.
Jasper followed Edward's eyes to me and stared at me in shock for a few moments.
"Uh, hi there, I'm jasper." He said after a while, extending his hand to shake mine.
I blushed nervously and extended my hand as well. "Hey, I'm Bella." I said in return, a small smile on my face.
Jasper grinned wider at my uncertainty as we shook hands, but this only made me blush harder.
"Uh, Bella, shall we?" Edward motioned for me to continue into his room with the door opened now.
I rubbed my hand of my face in frustration and heard another soft chuckle coming from Jasper.
"Nice to meet you." I said finally before proceeding into Edward's room.
I walked into the room and marvelled at the size of it.
It could have been an apartment if it wanted to with a small kitchen to the left and a lounge area to the front.
There was another door leading off to, I guessed, the main bedroom.
"Welcome to my home…for now at least." He said passing me in the hallway.
I walked into the lounge room with some uncertainty.
"Please make yourself at home." He said throwing his jacket onto one of the chairs.
I nodded once and then placed myself on one of the couches, laying my bag on the floor.
Edward went over to the mini bar and opened the mini fridge.
He looked up at me, "Something to drink?"
I shook my head politely, "No thanks."
"You sure?"
"Quite sure." I replied.
He nodded once then placed his drink on the coffee table in-between the couched that lay opposite each other.
He went into his bedroom for a moment and then came back out with a notepad and his guitar.
I recognized the guitar as the one he used in the concert that night.
He sat down opposite me and showed me the lyrics, "This is all I've got so far."
I peered at the lyrics, the title was:
Stop and Stare (this is not my song, this song is owned by OneRepublic)
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not 'there'
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see
"Well, you've got the chorus at least." I said.
He nodded once but said nothing else. I placed the notebook in my lap, frustration gnawing at my bones, "listen, I don't know what you expect me to do. I told you, I'm not a lyricist!" I said, exasperated.
"Ok, ok, try this, does anything come to mind when you see those words. Can you interpret the feelings. Anything come to mind?"
I looked back down at the lyrics. Something tugged at my mind as I began to see the meaning behind me song.
"Well, what if, you're trying to…to somehow let go of those feelings and it's like all your senses are pushing at you. And it's like you want to get rid of them, like…like weight bags or something and you then want to dump them somewhere and run away from it."
Edwards eyes brightened as I looked up at him again, "Brilliant." He muttered, taking the notebook from my hand and scribbling something down.
"Have any ideas?" he asked, looking up at me with a smirk.
I thought, all I had was…senses push, weight bags, running feet.
"Uh…they're trying to come back, all my senses push and untie the weight bags, some never thought I could. Steady feet, don't fail me now, cuz I'm gonna run till you can't walk, something pulls my focus out and I'm standing down…" I finished, surprised by own sense of rhyming.
Edward was scribbling fiercely at the notebook, I was almost afraid it was going to break.
Once he was finished he began strumming a melody on his guitar.
I knew the words fit this melody and I began to sing along in my head, knowing the words.
Once he was finished strumming and scribbling away, he looked up at me and smiled, "You did it! You did it! You found the new verse to the song, it fits perfectly! PERFECTLY!" he said excitedly.
But I knew the only reason I could write that song was because of my own feelings.
This town was definitely colder now, since Charlie left, and I definitely think New York is sick of having a cry baby in it's midst.
I began comparing the words of the song to my own life, and I knew the only way I could have come up with that verse was because I was pouring my own feelings and grief of Charlie into it.
I felt tears running down my cheeks and was suddenly aware of Edward watching me sadly.
"Bella, what's wrong?" he asked, full concern lighting his voice.
"Uh...um, I'm sorry, uh…I have to go." I said finally getting up and grabbing my bag. I started for the door but Edward caught my wrist and spun me around.
"Bella, was it something I said?" he asked looking at me.
Somehow, I couldn't escape the force of his stare and I found myself falling in his green eyes.
But yet the tears wouldn't stop and I finally wrenched my hand out of his hard grip.
"No," I said looking down at the designer carpet that furnished the floor, "No, it's not you…I'm in a difficult time…in my life right now…I can't, I can't do this."
I made a run for the door, yanking it open and slipping out.
Jasper was still in the hallway and he looked up abruptly as he saw me run out of Edward's room. He had a short young girl in his arms, she almost looked like a pixie. She also looked up at me now, her blue eyes studying my face.
"Bella, is there something wrong?" Jasper asked, with the same kind of concern in his voice.
I heard the door open behind me and I made a run for the elevator. Luck was on my side today and the doors opened quickly for me. I pressed the down button harshly and then the doors closed, the last thing I saw was Edward's troubled face.
The door re-opened to my floor and I flung myself at my room. But before I could open the door I found myself on the floor again…and once again, crying.
This trip had only been a distraction from Charlie's death, and now that I was here, the grief over spilled.
I heard the elevator doors open behind me and I knew Edward came out of them.
He came up behind me and surprisingly enough, hugged me.
I didn't flinch or try to make him let go, I didn't care about anything anymore.
"Charlie," I whispered, "Dad, come back."
Edward's hug tightened on me, I didn't know why he was trying to comfort me, poor measly me.
"Sshh, its okay Bella, its okay."
I felt a wash of uneasiness fall over me as he whispered in my ear.
I suddenly gained control over myself and stood up, wrenching myself out of his hug. He stood up as well behind me and was about to get the door for me when I spun round in frustration and anger, "Again, I do not know if this is some sick joke but I don't know what you are doing. First you want me to be your lyricist, then you're trying to comfort me? Why are you being so nice, can't you just go and play with one of your stupid fans! I don't need help, and least of all from a rock star! You can leave tomorrow! Leave and so will I, I have to get home!" my sudden outburst at Edward was unfair, and I immediately regretted it when I saw the look on his face.
"I was only trying to be nice, which rock stars can do as well." He said calmly.
I nodded once, but kept my eyes aimed at the floor. Another wash of grief filled me and I found myself overcome again by emotion.
Edward was about to hug me when he thought twice about it and then asked, "May I?" indicating a hug.
I nodded once again and welcomed the embrace, since Edward seemed to be the only person who would give it to me. I buried my head in his chest, which he didn't seem to mind, and cried…a lot.
"Thank-you." I finally whispered into his chest.
"Don't mention it." He returned, still hugging me.
Edward was the only person who wanted to comfort me during this hard time… the only person who seemed to care.
Awww, poor bella! How will she cope? Will time be against Edward and Bella or will Bella follow them to their next concert? We shall see, we shall see but first i want reviews! tell me how i went! hope you enjoyed reading!