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Discaimer: I do not own twilight or any of the songs mentioned in this chapter.

POVs: Bella, Edward, Alice

BPOV

I walked into my first music performance class, taking a seat at the back of the class and feeling incredibly uncomfortable. The class wasn't big. In a school as small as Forks High, specialist classes like music or home ec were always small. There were probably about eleven people in total.

The teacher walked in and everyone moved to sit down. The teacher was fairly young; he looked to be in maybe his late twenties, early thirties. He clapped his hands to get the class's attention.

Just then, a student walked through the door of the classroom, or rather strode gracefully. All eyes turned to see the person, and no one was particularly surprised to see Edward Cullen. No one, that is, except for me.

Edward Cullen. Not just a name, but a way of life, a style that everyone who sees wishes they had. And a style that no one, no matter how hard they try, will ever achieve unless their surname is either Cullen or Hale. Edward Cullen. My supposedly future brother.

"Take a seat, Mr. Cullen."

The sound of the teacher's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

It was then that I looked around the room. And it was then that I realized that the only free seat was next to me.

As he walked towards me, his eyes met mine for a moment. And in that moment, I could have sworn I saw a smile play on his lips, a self-contented smile, but as quickly as it came, the smile was hid behind his usual neutral expression.

He sat down.

"Hi."

For a second I just looked at him.

"Um…hi."

Our introduction was blessedly cut short by the teacher, who introduced himself as Mr. Mason, beginning the class.

"Okay guys, here's the deal? My class will not be a bludge, as I'm guessing a few of you were hoping."

There were a few groans from the back of the classroom. Mr. Mason continued.

"You will be required to work. You will be required to perform. But if you all love music as much as you say you do, this class will be the best thing that happened to you. Because you will become musicians."

The class stared blankly at him.

"Right, first assignment-"

He was interrupted by a hand up at the back.

"Sir, it's our first lesson, and you're already giving us assignments?"

Mr. Mason ignored him.

"It's fairly simple. I just want you all to play a song solo on your chosen instrument. It can be any song you like, and any instrument. You will be performing on Friday. Be ready."

Friday. That gave us five days. Friday. It was also the day before I was supposed to move in with the Cullens. God help me.

"You may spend the rest of this lesson preparing your piece, or working on theory."

Edward glanced at me occasionally, but didn't try any more conversation. I was relieved, and maybe he could see that. When he looked at me, it was with a thoughtful expression, as if he was trying to work me out. I wondered what he thought.

The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully. Most people just chatted about what songs they would be doing, and Mr. Mason seemed fine with letting that go.

The thought of playing my guitar again made me feel sick, but I'd planned it out. I knew what song I would do. It was just another school assignment, nothing personal, I could do this.

Finally the bell went, and I could escape. Edward watched me curiously as I rushed out the door. I didn't care.

I decided to skip the rest of classes that day. This was something I tried not to do often. I did want to do well in my schoolwork, and so far, I was. But sometimes it just seemed too much. The teachers had long since learnt to just ignore the fact that I didn't turn up to class.

What I wasn't expecting was that I wouldn't be alone in the parking lot.

"Ditching, eh?"

A smirk played on Edward Cullen's lips as he watched my shocked reaction. He was leaning casually against his silver Volvo, easily the best car in the student parking lot.

I gave him a half-hearted smile and moved towards my truck, but as I walked passed him, he stepped in front of me. The proximity was too much for me so I took a step back. His eyebrows rose as he took this in.

He cleared his throat.

"Um...I just thought this might be a good time to make arrangements for Saturday."

His voice was suddenly businesslike.

Saturday, right. Too be honest, I hadn't really thought about the details.

He explained to me directions to his house, and told me what times would be suitable for me to come over. He offered for him and his brothers to help move my stuff. He explained what would already be in my room when I got there.

I just looked at him warily, submitting one-syllable answers where necessary. When he was finally finished, I turned towards me truck again, but again, he stopped me.

This time his voice was softer.

"You know, this doesn't have mean we're brother and sister. It's not like you're changing your name or anything. If you want, we can be family, but you know, maybe it's best if we stick to friends."

I was glad. Family wasn't exactly something I wanted to deal with right now. But friends? Could I do that? I wasn't sure, but this time, as I walked passed him to truck, the smile was genuine.

EPOV

Today was Friday. The day our song was due in music. I wasn't worried. I had a song prepared. I played piano. I had since I was four. Playing in front of people didn't worry me.

I had decided to play the third movement from Beethoven's sonata opus 13. It wasn't a particularly difficult song for me but it would do for music class.

I was curious to see what Bella would play. I knew she played the guitar and sang, but I also knew that she hadn't since Charlie died. Maybe today would be the start of my greatly planned recovery for her. Maybe she just wouldn't come to school.

Alice and Rosalie told me they planned on coming home after lunch, something about a shopping trip. God knows how they cleared it with Esme. They would drive to school in Rosalie's car, while Jasper and Emmett rode with me in my Volvo.

In the morning, school was basically the same as always. I had biology, which I hated. When we were homeschooled, Esme had taught us fairly advanced work, so we were all well above our year level, but the school was too small for an advanced program.

Finally, lunchtime came, and I walked into the cafeteria, moving to sit with my family after grabbing some food.

Alice was talking animatedly, practically jumping in her seat as she chatted about how Bella would be moving in tomorrow.

I sighed.

"Go easy on her Alice; she's had a rough time."

Alice looked at me. Her look was curious, and then became excited. It was obvious she thought I was in love with Bella, but she let it drop.

Honestly, I didn't think I was in love. I mean, Bella was pretty enough and she seemed nice, but romance wasn't a big deal for either of us.

Luckily, the bell went and I could escape Alice's searching gaze.

I walked into the music class, on time for once. Bella glance up quickly as I took my seat next to her. I tried to see what she was going to play, but she didn't have any sheet music on her desk.

One by one, our classmates got up and played their songs. Most of them played either modern pop songs or music they were playing for their private music. None of it really interested me, but then I realized I was kind of doing the same thing, playing my Beethoven sonata.

Eventually, my name was called.

I got up and sat at the piano. My fingers began to move, and I let them, not concentrating with my mind. What most people didn't know was that memorizing a song was more than just teaching your mind what came next, it was teaching your fingers to remember, to need to think.

I played perfectly, not a single mistake. There was polite applause when I finished and I took my seat again.

"Miss Swan."

Now this was the reason I came to this class. To hear what Bella would do. I had to admit, I was slightly disappointed.

She played an instrumental arrangement of Blackbird, by the Beetles. Although she played all the notes correctly, it sounded almost, well, painful. Her face was a blank mask, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

This wasn't what I wanted, but I consoled myself. She just needed time. I was doing the right thing.

When the class ended, Mr. Mason handed us our marks. God, that man was a fast marker.

I glanced down at my mark. D. My eyes immediately swung back to check I was right. It was still there. D. My jaw dropped unconsciously and I quickly closed my mouth before anyone noticed. I was a straight As student. I didn't get Ds.

I turned to Bella. From where I sat I could see her mark clearly. She, too, had got a D. But unlike me, she didn't look surprised. Her face was that same blank mask.

"As you can see, many of you have received slightly, well, disappointing results."

I could have sworn Mr. Mason was enjoying this.

"You played the notes perfectly, you observed every sign, every term, every dynamic on the page, and yet, your songs were dead. You played without life, without passion. The original composers did not write the songs to be mimicked. If you are thinking at all about what you have to do, if you studied those notes, those expressions until you had them perfect, that is not being a musician. That is being a mimic. Learn to play from the heart. Then, and only then, will you be a musician. Class dismissed."

APOV

Rosalie and I came home early from our shopping trip. All in all, it had been successful. I had bought two dresses, three t-shirts, some jeans and a skirt.

We sat down and Rosalie made us a milkshake. I looked out the window and saw that the boys were just getting home.

Edward walked through the door first. Or rather, stormed through the door.

"Hi, Edward."

He ignored me, storming off towards his room.

Jasper and Emmett were laughing as they walked through the door.

"What's up with Edward?"

Emmett laughed again.

"He got a D on his music assignment."

I joined in with the laughter. It seemed this music class plan would be a learning experience for both of them.

A/N

So, what do you think? Next chapter will be when Bella moves in with the Cullens, and maybe the main music assignment. Feel free to suggest any ideas in your reviews.

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