E

I spent the rest of the night and all of Wednesday at my apartment and played my piano. Chopin's nocturnes have always seemed to soothe me. They have enough of a brooding tone to keep someone depressed but an elegance that also relaxes you, a balance that I find enjoyable. I started with the pieces in the key of C and worked my way up to G before the sun started to rise. Thursday, finally Bella and I can truly meet; these passed few days seemed to drag on for an eternity. The sun is above the horizon now and my fingers have stopped moving across the keys. I would usually hate that I let my self become sedentary, how little it took for me to just sit here and look out the window until today came, waiting out the last few hours until my meeting with Bella.

I find myself anxious, an emotion that I have become reacquainted with over these few days. That beautiful voice, I am eager to hear her sing once again. Such a talent this girl has, to move a heart that no longer beats is an extraordinary thing. But the dilemma remains of how to court this girl. Will she be able to reconcile with my…condition? Will my being a vampire keep her away? How do I explain that to her? She seemed so accepting in her dream, even when she started to shiver she stayed close to me. Her kiss…it was such a brief thing yet it was full of love and affection. I play the night over in my head, eventually coming to when I had picked her up after work.

What had happened Tuesday night? She was clearly upset about something, but it was not something she could talk to me about. She still sees me as her boss, not a friend, at least not enough of a friend to confide in. I was on edge when I left her apartment, but the feeling was gone when I returned. The last time I felt that way werewolves were chasing me but I have yet to find any sign of them since that night. Could it have been them again? There was no scent of one of them on the air and that would have tipped me off immediately, that reek of wet fur and scorched meat is very distinct. I suppose there are only four of them, well three that is, the chances of us crossing paths again in a city this large are pretty slim. But what could that have been?

Maybe she will tell me some day but now is not the time to dwell on it. I have to be professional today, keep up the appearance for my lawyers and listen to her audition. Once the process of producing her finally starts, that is where the possibility of our relationship will be.

B

"So, you nervous?" Steven asks. If I were really honest I'd say I was terrified and wanted to just run back to my apartment and hide for the rest of my life.

"Just a little." I figure I'm better off reassuring him than scaring him. I spent all of Wednesday practicing Edward's song, I even sang to myself while I was working. As we get more into the business district of Chicago I watch the buildings get taller and taller outside of our cab. Steven has been trying to make small talk the entire ride and he hasn't been succeeding, he's nervous too.

I hadn't heard from Edward since Tuesday night, which made me nervous too. I suppose it shouldn't really matter, he's my boss. I can't help but wish I had gotten to talk to him again as the elevator takes us up to the seventy-third floor, Old World Records.

The elevator door opened to a wide lobby, the walls a lightly stained wood, plush carpeting and only two other doors. We step in, walking to the desk beside a double-door. Steven steps forward and tells the assistant, whom I later found out was James who we are.

"Of course miss Swan. Just a moment." He stands from his desk and knocks on the door, peeking his head in I hear a piano playing the melody of the song Edward gave me suddenly stop. James announces me then backs away from the door and lets it swing open. "Go right in. Good luck." He says as we step passed. I say a quiet thank you to him and we walk into the other room.

It's a big room with large windows making up the two outside walls, with the shades pulled the room is still bright enough not to need any artificial lights. A large conference table off to the right with a simple desk directly in front of us as we step in. to the left of the desk is a beautiful grand piano, and standing between the two is Edward Cullen.

He smiles, looking to us as he rests his hand on the piano, and says simply, "Welcome Miss Swan."