A/N We are at sweet 16 for reviews - and I've decided there is a missing scene, it will be donated to Fandom4Texas - those fires are devastating, and as I've been living and loving Dallas for most of 2011 this is a near and dear to my heart!

Chapter 9: Edward and The Song

Tuesday morning, that same week

"Welcome to Studio C. We're here with "Edward and Crew". They'll be playing the Millennium Park at 8 tonight, but for now, we have them here for a sound check set, and they have graciously donated a song to be included on our annual CD. This year's charities include Children's Hospital and Hull House. Now. Let's listen!" The voice echoed softly in the hallway, over the overhead speakers that ran the broadcast feed.

Rose stood along the wall, the fifty seats being filled with the winners and guests. One was familiar, a bit of a surprise, but she did not want to go and disturb her.

She leaned back and enjoyed the two songs, knowing the recording had gone well and would help the CD sell out all the faster.

The little band had taken the country by storm after South by Southwest last year, and this was their first official "Tour" stop in Chicago. They had formed here in a little bar on the south side, in Mount Greenwood. Some might have taken their music to be from Ireland, but the closest the band had come to Ireland so far was to drink an occasional Guinness and march in a St. Patrick's parade.

The band had the audience laughing with that comment. They opened the floor for questions. Rose was deep in thought about other things when Edward's voice rang out in speech for the first time.

"Blame that song on me. I wrote it from a tale an old girlfriend told me. She'd known a girl, actually here in Chicago, who had all this happen to her," he'd raised his hands in supplication, "so she told me."

At that, Edward looked across the small grouping of chairs that surrounded the platform.

His eyes grew wide at the sight of the brown-eyed girl in the second row. She sat almost stone still, tears glistening in the studio lights, at the corners of her eyes.

Holy shit – that's her – from Tanya's yearbook! He screamed inside his head.

Edward could hardly speak, not that he spoke much anyway, but he immediately realized that the girl, the girl Tanya had pointed out in her yearbook as the mistress to the muse of mischief and misfortune, the girl she'd written about, the girl who's tale inspired the song was right there in the studio. Right in the middle of the row, so at least she couldn't dash out easily. Edward tried to send her some comfort as he continued.

"The story my friend wrote, she made up that ending and wanted to show her in a positive light. Tanya thought that girl was special, to keep going the way she did."

Another member of the band announced they'd do one more song to end the set, and then they had time to sign things before they had to leave.

Rose's heart was in her throat. She'd been drunk when she'd told Tanya about Bella. Oh no. She thought to herself she'd cancel the rest of her day if need be. If she needed her to cheer her up, help her forget the string of heartache and disappointment that would probably win that guy a Grammy.

All Bella would probably get is a large box of Puff's. Rosalie Hale had never seen her friend wallow, but a good cry might be on the horizon.

She sent a text, hoping it kept her from leaving

Hey B, lets get lunch after!

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