AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, sorry for such the long wait my weeks are crazy with school.
This is a very short chapter but I wanted to post it and will post the second half tomorrow or Sunday depending on if I feel encouraged to write. :)
As always I own nothing.
~Chapter 8~
Edward POV-
The smell that met me when I finally got to the ground floor was mouth watering. As I made my way past the entryway and towards the kitchen I spotted a beautiful grand piano in one of the rooms I was passing. It was black and looked to be in good condition but it was sitting in the corner like no one ever played it.
I don't even remember crossing the room and suddenly my hand was only inches from the white and black keys. I wanted to touch it to hear the beautiful melody from the keys. My freshman year of high school I had taken a piano class, I had only been in class for two months before Elizabeth and Phil had found out and made me drop it. My teacher had said that I was a natural and when I got "home" that night I learned that he had called Elizabeth and asked if he could give me extra lessons. She wasn't happy that someone "interrupted her busy day." The next day I was moved out of that class per Elizabeth's request (more like demand).
Slowly but expertly my fingers pressed down on a key. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as the perfect note rang out over the room. I soon found myself sitting on the piano bench playing the only song I could remember on piano. The songs called Memory it's from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical CATS…
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning...
The lyrics played through my head as I played the song on the piano. It wasn't until I was finished that I realized I had only hit 4 or 5 wrong notes. Not bad considering my lack of teaching and that it had been two years since I last touched a piano.
"That's very good Edward. I didn't know that you could play." A voice said from behind me. Turning I saw Carlisle leaning against the door frame. I could feel my heartbeat start to quicken, I was unsure if anyone was allowed to touch this piano and it's in this moment that I realize I shouldn't have. Carlisle must have seen a look of panic cross my face because he quickly added, "The piano was my fathers. Your grandfathers, though I doubt you remember him, he died when you were four. You use to sit on his lap with him and play. I remember him saying what a natural you would be when you got older. You are welcome to play it any time he left it for you in his will, it's the reason we have kept it for so long."
A smile crossed my face as I realized Carlisle was saying the piano was mine. "Thank you." Was all I could say as I got up off of the bench and grabbed my crutches. "Is lunch ready?" I asked noticing for the fist time today that I was actually starving and whatever was for lunch smelled delicious. As I took a seat at the round glass table Carlisle handed me an envelope saying that it came in the mail.
Confused, I opened it and pulled out the first thing in the envelope.
Dear Mr. Edward Anthony Cullen…
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