A/N okay, I know I haven't updated in a while. sorry. but here it is. and happy Mother's day!! Thank you FallinginsidetheBlack my beta. here ya go! (please review)

FRIDAY NIGHT

This past week has been horrible! I'm sitting only a few inches from Bella, it's driving me crazy! Thank goodness for the weekend. But at the same time I had this buzzing in my chest each time I knew Bella was coming or would be near me. I tried to push down those feelings.

But alas, once I stopped pushing it arose again. But I'm not thinking of this right now. (Well, I'm not supposed to.) In ten minutes I'm going to be walking on that stage and performing. All the guest players got there own little room while they waited. The trumpet player already did his thing and now the violinist was getting her action. After her it would be my song, then a duet with me and the guest singer then her and the guest violinist.

My family thinks that I'm at a Frat party right now... well the uncles think I'm at a Frat party because there the only ones dumb enough to believe i could get invited to one of those. Carlisle and Esme know that I'm in a symphony tonight but have promised me not to come. I know I probably sound like a jerk. Not letting my parents come and whatnot. It's just that I feel so pressured when they are around me. Esme always wanting to do my best and be magnificent. Carlisle just watching smiling at me if I do good but terrorizing me if I fail. I can't handle that right now.

I love them both like nothing else... but this... this is for me.

"You're up in five minutes." A guy in a black suit said with his head popping into my room.

"Okay." I breathed.

For the reminder of those five minutes. I just breathed and went through the music in my head. What's crap is that we had no practice time for the duets. So I have no idea what the singer is going to do or... anything. I'm just doing what the sheet said. but now I don't even have that. It's just my memory. Don't screw it up! why am I freaking out? This is like walking in a park... that's slightly uphill... on a really windy afternoon... and it's snowing like crazy. But other than that just a walk in the park. i know all of my notes. I've gotten the rhythm down. And the dynamics are making this piece come to life. I've been playing this song since I was fourteen.

But I'm really worried about the duet with the singer. She could add syncopation and screw me up, or get to number five volume when I'm getting softer... things aren't supposed to happen like this. We're supposed to have rehearsals together. Sure I had rehearsals with the whole symphony but not the vocalist. I don't know how we can pull this off.

But. I'm thinking positive... If I screw up. It's all her fault.

"Come with me Mr. Cullen."

That name. Ugh, that name, when my name is going to be announced I'll probably have every agent in the tri-state tuning in.

Great. Now I have to impress the feds too.

I smiled to myself as I walked on stage.

(If you want to you can listen along, on you tube look for, Yundi Li-Chopin -Fantasie Imprmptu, that's probably the best one)

I sat down at the plush piano bench. Waiting for the signal from the conductor I placed my hands on starting notes.

He waved his hands and mine in return pressed the first notes with my left hand. then my right hand joined playing the beautiful melody.

I closed my eyes to flow with the complex movements my hands we making. Not even barely understanding how they are doing what they are doing. I just know that they are doing it. Then the left hand took action. Up and down the piano my hands scaled the keys like they were nothing. It was an automatic beauty. My fingers flew to their notes at I speed that was crazy but beautiful. Everything was beautiful. It was just me and the piano. No one else. Softer I grew, just barely taping the notes. Making it sound like fairy wings. I got louder and descended in my tone. My fingers flying to the high notes and then back down. Again and again.

The darkness took a hold as the minor sound took dominance in one big wave but it died out. and now a beautiful bridge was playing. My body is swaying to the music. My are eyes open now but I still don't see anything. I'm just concentrating on every note every technique every dynamic and every feeling. I heard nothing on the stage but me and I saw nothing on the stage but my fingers and their keys. The sweet melody played along making me think of sunshine and fields and daffodils. I didn't care if it was stupid or silly. This was my music. This was me. What I love. But all too soon the happiness ended as I got softer to make the minor sound a little less of a shock. No one but me. This was my thing. The only thoughts that went through my head were dozens of sheet music, notes, dynamic changes, key changes, tempo changes, the melody the background, my left hand, my right hand. Breathing. It was just my world. My time. My passion. The sound I created was my version of heaven. The sweet music filled my ears with every second the emotion I have changed with every note. Almost as if instead if taping on the keys my fingers were taping on my heat. Playing something different with every gentle stroke, every gentle twirl. It was magnificent. I could tell the difference from playing here in this hall than in my room. The notes resonated around the oval stage perfectly. Drawing everyone's attention to me. It was like my fingers were on steroids with two cups of coffee on that. The music flowed from my fingers. Getting louder and more serious. My fingers began their fast pace again. My hands ached from the constant arch they held but I played on like my life depended on it. The notes just seemed to come from thin air. it couldn't be possible that they could move that fast. Then this haunting tune began to play, it was my favourite part. but it ended soon and changed into a lower happy tune and then before I knew it. It was over.

The applause I heard scared me. I forgot all about them. I forgot I was here. I forgot all my worries. But now they flooded on me again.

Oh crap.

My hands started to shake. This was the first time I saw the crowd. I didn't think there would be so many. I slowed my breathing. They liked it. They like me. Okay, I can do this. My confidence was growing.

I got up and took a bow.

The sweat on my neck was only soaking through my undershirt. No biggy.

I sat back down again ready for the next song. Ready to fail with the vocalist. If I go down she's going down with me.

I looked back at the conductor. I didn't even want to see her face. That would just make it worse.

Just me and my piano. I tried to say... but it wasn't just me now. It was this... girl too. I bet she's the one that's going to screw up. Yeah, that's right. Singers are always doing something weird to the music. That's how Amazing Grace got so botched up. once a simple powerful piece now it's a trill filled funeral/American Idol auditioning song.

I was feeling better now that I was hating on the vocalist. It was wrong but it was helping me and she'd never know about it.

The next song was called Hijo de la Luna. Which translates into Son of the Moon. It's song in Spanish and it's one of my favourite song choices. It wasn't really a duet. I just played behind the singer. It wasn't a difficult piece on the piano either. But it was pretty.

(Hijo de la Luna. look for it from 1Genial, best one that fit)

The conductor waved his hands and I started.

A tambourine also played in the background.

Then the haunting voice of the singer joined in. It was a soft whisper which made it even more provoking. The symphony behind me would play in different parts as well.

Without noticing it I found myself in a trance with the voice flowing out from this unknown girl.

Since my part wasn't hard I decided to look at her. Her hair was down and curled. Her dress was red and flowing. The back scooped. Giving me an excellent look at her smooth porcelain skin. It looked expensive but vintage. I liked that.

I couldn't see her front but she looked really familiar. I racked my brain trying to figure it out why I had a since of... destiny.

I saw the conductor from the corner of my eye. He was waving his arms very strongly at my direction.

I looked down and my hands weren't playing anything. I instantly got back into it.

I blushed embarrassed at the trance I entered from seeing and hearing her. I found my bubble again and started playing with as much feeling I had at that moment. It was now enhanced with the mystery this girl provided me.

But it wasn't just me and the piano in the bubble now... it was her and her voice. She sang and I played together perfectly now. Every thing balanced. She sang aggressive I played aggressive, she sang softer... I played sweetly. We fit together. Making an impossible beauty. We matched each other perfectly. Every note we each played bounced off and blended. It was remarkable. I didn't want it to end.

The song itself was enchanting but with her voice and my passion we made it bewitching and seductive.

I didn't even hear the orchestra in the background. Just the piano, her and me. All I heard. All there was. All there needed to be. All I wanted.

I never wanted this to end.

But sadly it did.

I emerged from my bubble and again heard rounds and rounds of clapping. My confidence was now peaked. I smiled and got up from my bench and bowed. The conductor waved his hands to the vocalist and she bowed.

I stared at her for a while. She turned to me and smiled as did I. Until I saw who it was.

Bella? She... she sang that?... I oh crap. God had a funny sense of humor. I'm trying to do the right thing and then he gives me this? Oh Bella, Bella, Bella.

She looked confused from my expression. I smiled at her and turned to my piano again. One more song with everybody and then the after party. Then I could talk to my singer.

The next song was Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera. Shortened.

It should only last a minute or two and then I could go home, get out of this bowtie and this really shiny shoes, then pick up Jacob then come back.

The conductor waved his baton and Bella started singing. Oh, how she pulled on my heart strings. I could have ignored her, I could have kept my distance from her... if I didn't hear her voice. Now, now, I can't even think of it.

My part was simple on this one. I just played some high cords over and over again. No one even heard me.

All too soon it ended. All the guest performers we supposed to bow in front of everyone.

I wanted to stand by Bella but that stupid nerdy trumpet kid bumped me to the side. He smiled at me showing his ugly teeth and his acnefied face.

We bowed and then stood around for applause and photos and stupid stuff as the such.

I left quickly, the sooner I leave the sooner I can come back.

I can't keep ignoring her. Not anymore.

Not My Singer.