(A/N): I really have no idea where this story is heading; I have no whatsoever plot or whatever! It's just whatever goes, going with the flow kind of thing. I only wrote this fic out of pure boredom. If you guys have any ideas, tips or whatever, please, do tell me! This fic needs serious improvement.

Chapter 8: Representative

For the next few days, everything remained normal; I would attend my lessons, eat my lunch alone, not socialize with anyone, practice at room 143 every afternoon, and walk home alone.

But all of that changed ever since I joined the year's annual competition.

It was like any other afternoons with Mr. Murray explaining certain difficulties in the notes but all this was interrupted as someone that looked like an authority step foot on our room.

"As you all know, we have our yearly competition. Now, we are expecting full participation from the freshmen. Any volunteers?" She asked with a smile. She wore a pink blouse and a white skirt. She definitely looked superior. Her blond hair was tied neatly and her blue eyes intimidated anyone who dared to look at her.

I looked around; they all seemed indifferent and not interested. Mr. Murray seemed rather embarrassed about this thus he called out a random name. And it was mine.

"Ms. Swan? Would you please represent us all?" he said with a smile that looked desperate. Of course I couldn't refuse such an offer. This was my chance to make it big! This could be my big break!

"I'd be glad to do so, sir" I said politely. "Bella Swan then, Ms. Richards" he said proudly. And with that, Ms. Richards left the room.

"I'm sure you'll do well, Bella. We all trust you." He said encouraging me. "Thank you, sir" I said as I blushed.

I was determined to make it through the first round. The performance was to be 3 weeks from now so I had all the time to practice. I tried to look for any good piece to play, but I ended up with none. What was I supposed to play? I didn't have time to look. I needed one as soon as possible!

On the way home, I stopped by a music store. I looked through their stacks of classical scores and CDs, desperately looking for my winning piece. I searched high and low, yet I couldn't decide on one.

I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I could hear a beautiful piano piece playing in the background. I was definite it was Chopin, my all time favorite. It sounded familiar. Of course! It was Waltz No.14 in E Minor. That was it. That is to be my piece in the first round.

I still didn't know who I was competing with. I had no idea who they were and how good they were but it didn't matter. I knew I had to get in the final round. But then it struck me. I remembered Jessica gushing about this. I remembered her going loco over Edward. I remember her mentioning the wonderfully talented Cullens. No way. I had to compete with Edward.

But why did this matter? He wouldn't be a bother. Let him be. But I knew that I felt more inferior when I was with him. He has a god-given talent worth dying for. And I was simply a pianist living in the shadows.

But why did I doubt myself so much? Why didn't I trust myself?