Chapter 2: Prodigies.
I was determined to make it big here in the Arts University.
I was determined to become a great pianist. I had to exert more effort. I had to practice more often. I have to play with perfection. I had to play my pieces beautifully. I had to portray strong emotions. I had to make it evocative.
I was practicing Chopin's Fantasie Impromptu Op. 66 in one of their exclusive practice rooms. I was slowly getting into a trance. I felt like being carried away into the beautiful music that flooded the practice room. I was feeling remarkably euphoric as I made more wonderful music with each key that I pressed. It was not me anymore who was taking control. It was my hand freely going anywhere it wanted to go.
As I was in the middle of my practice, I noticed a shadow. It seemed to take a glimpse of me playing through the glass door. But it quickly tore away. It looked masculine with its' features. I shrugged it off and continued playing.
--Edward's Point of View--
She played it without effort. Or at least it looked like it. I was positive that she was a prodigy. It was such a pleasing sound to the ears. It led me all the way to her piano room. She was enjoying it. It was evocative. I felt like being sucked into the music. She stopped. I saw her stare into the glass door I was hiding at. I quickly rushed back to my practice room, hoping she didn't catch me.
There, I practiced Schubert's Ave Maria. It had always been my favorite ever since I was young. I remember hearing my dad, Carlisle, playing it in our veranda. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Ever since that day, I've dreamt of playing such a beautiful piece. Years after, here I am, at the Arts University's practice room, playing that wonderful sound I once dreamt of playing.
I'm Edward Cullen, a major at violin. I've been playing ever since I could remember. I was named a prodigy but I never thought of it that way. I was just forced by Carlisle. Carlisle was one of the greatest violinists during their time, and he wanted me to continue his legacy. I never really loved the violin. I never thought of going after my dad's footsteps. But ever since that day I heard Carlisle play Ave Maria, I was determined to do better than him.