A/N: I know alot of you would like a new chapter, with different events. But this is what spoke for me as far as Melody is concerned. We get a look into Edward's Masen's mind. I do hope to write more for this, believe me. And every single one of you that want more definitely make the want more pronounced. But I hopeyou enjoy this! And thank you to my dear beta Erica. GIRL I LOVE YOU!

I do not own Twilight, that belongs solely to Stephenie Meyer. I do however, like to steal the characters for a little while and create something new regarding them.

His fingers plucked cords, drifted over strings. Creating melodies, playing each original composition day after day. Night after night. But inside his head, he tore it all apart. Unhappy with a certain section, berating himself for playing a song that wasn't just right.

On the outside though, his eyes remained shut. Playing each song with ease. Nobody knew the critic that yelled inside his head. Not a single body that passed knew he was struggling every day to follow his dream. To keep playing and not give up.

And when he got it right, he'd play someone else's. Trying to make it his own. Trying to inject a piece of Edward Masen into the song.

He'd done this for a year now. Playing every day in hopes that eventually it would all pay off. That his families sacrifice to follow him and uproot their lives would eventually be given a reward.

Today had started well. The weather was perfect, and every song he played breathed new life into the air surrounding him. He felt alive. For the first time in a year, he could feel the melodies rushing through his entire body. The live energy that gave him the greatest rush. A rush that made his dream feel like it was beating within his chest.

So he started to play one of his favorite songs. Listening as it sparked under his hands. Catching fire, and drawing people in to watch its magnificent flames.

And out of nowhere, he heard the most beautiful voice to ever tickle his ears. Singing each lyric, from right beside him. His eyes opened, almost breaking his concentration as he took in the women sitting next to him.

Her eyes were full of depth, made of chocolate and framed with long lashes. Her skin, a pale almost ivory tone. Painted with almost invisible freckles along her cheek bones. Her hair fell in chestnut waves, meeting the middle of her back. The sun kissed each strand, highlighting the magnificent red's that stayed hidden in the dark.

She was looking right at him, her mouth moving with each word she sang. And he closed his eyes, trying to fall back into the song. But still, her face remained in his mind. His body reacting to hers in such foreign ways.

Together they made the song roar to life, drawing in more people then he'd ever witnessed. He could hear faint whispers, hear other voices singing with hers. But he was lost to it all. Drowning in her presence, drowning in their song.

As his fingers drifted over the final notes of the song, her voice slowly extinguished the flames. Leaving the patrons bewildered as they graciously threw their spare change into Edward's guitar case. But he wasn't watching the bodies coming and going. No, his eyes were locked on hers. Trying to catch his breath as his heart raced within his chest.

They didn't speak for what felt like hours. And as the sun dipped further into the sky, he watched the reds in her hair disappear. Watched her pale skin seem to glow in the night.

His mind was finally catching up with the day's events, and as he listened to the ocean collapse on shore once more, he finally opened his mouth and spoke. "You're good."

He couldn't stop the way his heart raced as she laughed and pointed to his guitar, "You're better."

And he laughed then, alive for the first time in a year. Thrilled in her presence. No longer lost and fighting to stay afloat. No, somehow he had found salvation today. And somehow he knew she was a part of it.

Having completely forgot he was still holding his guitar, he placed it beside him and turned so he could be closer to her. Catching her scent on the wind. She smelled like strawberries and freesia, the salty sea and everything sweet.

He searched his thoughts for words to continue the conversation, settling with a curious question. "Come here often?" She glanced down for a small moment, chuckling and tugging her blue sweater closer to her. He could feel the chill in the air, but his body was alive. Warm and rushing with so many different emotions.

"A little too often." He refrained from cocking his head to the side in wonderment. Instead, he smiled crookedly, and he attempted to probe. "Why do you say that?" But even as he spoke the words, he could see her locking down before him.

She merely shrugged, and turned her gaze to the ocean expanding in front of them. Edward followed, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Curious, so curious. But he managed to keep himself silent.

He could only hope they'd have time to get to know one another.

And then a thought struck him, and with every bit of courage he could muster he asked her to get a cup or two of coffee. And he felt a rush of panic and rejection when she looked at him in shock.

And just as he opened his mouth to take back the offer, she turned his entire world on its axis: "I'd love to." They both smiled at one another, lost for a moment in the changes slowly happening around them.

And as quick as he could, he collected the cash from his guitar case. Placing Nessie, his guitar, back into the casing and pulling his socks and shoes on. Once he finished tying the laces, they both stood to their feet.

A little unsure of the next step, he finally held out his hand and introduced himself. "Edward Masen." And he fought to keep himself from gently placing a kiss to the back of her hand as he watched her place it in his and finally give him her name.

"Bella Swan."

Together, touching, they were like a live wire. Ready to spark and set flames running rampant through their lives. But Edward pulled himself away from reveling in their energy. He gently pulled his hand from hers, trying not to flex it. And waved it in the general direction of the shops.

"Pleasure to meet you..." And to himself, so quietly, he whispered. "Beautiful."

Author's note: Hiiiii. I hope you guys are a little satisfied with this. I know is the same thing, from a different point of view. But Edward wanted to speak and I wasn't gonna silence him. I'm crossing my fingers and toes that these characters give me more to write about. I adore them both, and they leave me in the dark just as much as my readers. But please, leave me feedback. Let me know what you think. Much love!