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BPOV

The first few notes of Claire de Lune hit me as I entered the music hall. The unknown musician was playing it, and it made me so giggly. I tried to keep from giggling loudly as I made my way to the stairs by the room. It was beautiful to listen to. The person played it twice before moving on to other pieces. I just sat there grinning; they had played the music I left. It made me feel so good to hear it and left me wanting to pick more. I wondered if I left more than one piece, would my mystery musician play everything that I left? I was going to have to test that theory.

It was well after two in the morning when I slipped quietly into my bed. Both Alice and Rosalie were asleep. I could hear their slow, rhythmic breathing. Sooner or later they were going to ask me where I went at night. I heard Alice shift a bit, and I held my breath as she moved. I hoped she was not waking up. Thankfully she didn't; her breathing stayed soft and slow. I laid there thinking about the music. I wondered who it was that was playing. I really needed to push Edward to see what students could play piano here at the school. I knew a lot probably played, but I doubted many would have late night access to the music rooms.

I think I finally drifted off sometime after four that morning. Of course, I was woken up by the singing Emmett. This morning it was his version of Singing in the Rain. I could hear the rain hitting the windows of the room. I rolled my eyes and tried to hide under my blanket. His voice really carried when he sang. I heard Alice and Rosalie groan softly. I tried to not giggle at the thought of Alice getting up and yelling at her brother again. Right as I was thinking it, I heard her get up. The door flew open and I heard a soft thud. She had thrown a pillow at him.

"Hey! That was not very nice Alice."

"Not everyone likes your singing voice, Emmett. Some of us wanted to sleep longer," you could hear the hostility in her voice. "Either shut up or I will come in there and shut you up."

"Oh bite me! The world does not revolve around you, little sister."

I heard Alice huff at him and slam our door. I peeked out at her and tried to not smile. She was glaring at me, but the glare disappeared quickly. She went to Rosalie's bed and nudged her before coming straight to mine. She plopped down next to me, tilting her head as she looked at me.

"So where were you last night?"

Before I could respond, Rosalie crawled onto my bed as well. They both were looking at me. I knew this was going to happen, but I had hoped maybe they would have waited until after breakfast. I was not that lucky.

"Well, I had been in the library for a while. When that closed I just walked around, thinking."

It was not entirely a lie. Before I had gone to the music hall, I had gone to the library. I had dug up some more sheet music to leave for the mysterious player. That did not seem to please them. I was sure they thought I had some secret guy I was seeing. I didn't have the heart to tell them that I had a hard time around guys. It wasn't like I was hurt or anything by them; I just never felt comfortable around guys. Though, I was beginning to think I could be friends with Edward. The talk he and I had the day before had felt nice. Talking to him was easy. Alice huffed at me and jumped off the bed. Her small form headed into the bathroom. Rosalie narrowed her eyes at me briefly before going to see Emmett in the common room. Maybe they were going to drop it.

EPOV

I had slipped out of the music room after two in the morning. There was no one waiting in the hall for me. I did find a book on the stairs by the door. The mysterious person who left me music must have sat there, listening. I wondered how long they had been listening to me play. I picked up the book, looking it over. It was Wuthering Heights. Not one of my favorites, but it's like that saying "to each his own." I took the book with me as I headed back to my room. It wasn't a library book, so whoever it belonged to would be looking for it. It was a direct link to the secret music lover.

I think I was asleep before my head had even hit the pillow. When Emmett's singing woke me up, for once I didn't care. I was going on the hunt for the person the book belonged too. I tried to not laugh when I heard Alice go off on Emmett. It was a daily thing with them. Even when we were younger, they went at each other in the mornings. I think Alice always woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I entered the common room as Alice slammed the door to the girls' room. Sisters were a pain sometimes.

"Morning, Emmett. I see you and Alice are keeping some traditions alive."

He laughed and handed me a glass of orange juice. It wasn't long before Rosalie had come out of the girls' room, smacking Emmett as she poured herself a glass of juice. She was not a morning person either, but she let Emmett have his fun. I gave her a little smile as she moved past me. She mumbled her good morning before planting herself on the couch. The morning news was on, something about schools and tuitions had been the topic at that point.

The rest of my morning went by quickly. I had spent the time getting my homework from the week before done. Saturdays were slow for me, and I always used the time to get caught up. I heard the girls talking about going to Seattle for the day, but I tried to stay out of the line of sight. If Alice had her way, I would have been trapped in the back seat of a car with Bella.

The talk she and I had the day before was still on my mind. It had been nice to see that maybe she did understand my obsession with music. I was seriously thinking of asking her to have dinner with me again. The last time could have been a bad day for her, and she deserved a second chance.

The afternoon brought me to the library. I was trying to get the librarian to tell me if anyone had come looking for a copy of Wuthering Heights. She was not being very helpful though. I was getting frustrated with her when I saw Bella come into the library. I watched as she walked past the librarian and me. She was lost in her own world, and I wondered what she was thinking about. I was actually surprised to see her since Alice and Rosalie had finally settled on going to Seattle for the night. I wondered how Bella had gotten out of going. Alice never took no for an answer.

I decided to leave her alone though. She obviously needed some solitude. Besides, I wanted to see if new music had been left for me to play. I had left the library and made my way to the music hall quickly. When I got there, two new pieces were waiting for me on the piano. I knew that they would be there for me. I smiled as I sat down to play. I started with my warm up pieces, playing a few more than usual before pulling up one of the new pieces. It was a composition by Beethoven, just not one of his more well known pieces.

I played through both pieces and started the one I was working on before I stood. I wondered if there was someone waiting in the hall. Sooner or later I would catch them out there. I was very curious as to who was picking music for me. I quietly stood by the room's door, debating on storming out of the room. I had wanted to catch whoever it was off guard. When I stepped out into the hall, there was no one there. I sighed and headed back to my room. I wondered how long this would go on before I found out who the book belonged to, and who was leaving me the music.

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It seemed that every day I was trying to will the time to go by faster. I wanted to get to the music hall and see what was left for me each night. I was being left some of the most beautiful pieces in the world. I did go back to Claire de Lune a lot, but it was the first piece left for me. That gave it a special place in my heart.

I had taken to spending my evenings in the common room with everyone. Bella was really turning into an interesting person. I could still tell she was hiding things, but I never pressed. She and I would talk about music for hours. It was nice to talk to someone who was educated in music. She told me she could not play anything but had a great appreciation for anyone who could play. I told her she needed to come to the music hall some time, during the day. Most of us would love to play for her. I steered clear of any talk of the pieces I was playing at night. It felt like that was my secret world, and I didn't want to invite just anyone into that world. At least not until I found out who was leaving me the music, then I would see about letting others in.

By the end of the week I was feeling very comfortable with Bella. When she and Alice came into the common room Friday night, I had been thinking about asking her to dinner. I stopped short when I heard her telling Alice she was missing a book. That caught my attention, and I listened closely. Apparently she had brought a few books from home with her, and one was missing. She thought someone had borrowed it from her, but she could not remember who. The title was never revealed though. Now I was interested, and knew I was going to have to find out what book it was. Maybe one of her friends at school was my secret listener.

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