A Far Cry Of Hope
Chapter 3: Edward's Dream
EDWARD POV
"Can you sing Taylor Swift?" I asked. God I felt stupid like this. The glorious girl on the stage smiled warmly. "Yes, I can. Which song?" I smiled back nervously. " urm...'you belong with me'" I said, but ricdiculasly blushing at my words. She didn't laugh, she smiled even deeply and winked at me. The music started and the woman with the microphone walked away, Jasper's eyes still on her. I watched Izzybelle as she sang. She really did light up the whole room, not with the bright lights and loud music.
Jasper knudged me, "Why don't you go and hit on her afterwards?" he said, repeacting my words. I glared at him. "Jazz, I cannot ask a famous singer out, she wouldn't even go out with me! Why would she intrested in me? A boring doctor would dosen't even live here in Seattle." He was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, but I bet she dosen't live here either. She probelrly staying in the hotel, like you. She seemed happily enough after you suggested that song." I nodded "Yeah but its proberly her favoraite or one of her favoraites?" I shock my head "Jazz, please stop it, its not worth trying to cheer me up while I'm here." I walked away towards the bar, desprate to drown my sorrows, which I shouldn't of been doing.
I left the hall, 20 minutes before the end of the gig, I hadn't decided to, but Jasper and Emmett decided so. We hadn't seen much of him but he came from the crowd, with his arm round Roaslie's waist, and one quick look at Jasper, they had dragged me off to our room. We got upstairs and they dropped me on my bed, then closed my bedroom door. I heard a giggle and Jasper saying "Night guys!" I called back "Night you three!" and I got up, stripped to my boxers, put my shirt on and sank into my bed. I turned to my bedside alarm clock. It was half past midnight - shit. And I was kinda pissed. I shouldn't of...no - it was good that I went to that party. If I hadn't, I would of never heard that mysterious girl sing, dance and look at me with such...
I sat up frustatied, I needed to see her..or did I? Why did one look have to affect me so badly? It was silly and pointless! I was a newly accepted Doctor, due to work in Seattle and this was my first ever week of the new job. If I messed up the meeting or couldn't come in, I'd be miles behind than the rest of my collegues. I jumped up, grabbed some paracetamol and gulped it down with some water. If I wanted to look and feel human in the morning, I'd better plan in advance. I shifted back into bed, turned over and imeadiantly feel into a deep sleep.
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I was in the hall downstairs, it was the end of the first gig and I was just alone. I was desprate to find her. I called her name again, mentally begging for her to come out from her hiding space. I felt a tap on my shoulder - I spun round and she was there, smiling warmly at me. I possitivly beamed back at her. She just kept smiling at me. I took a step forward to pull her into a cuddle, but my hand went staight through her, like water.
I panniced - why couldn't I touch her? She the frowned deeply at me, her frownline possitivly making a dent in her beautiful rounded face. "Step forward to me" I said, waving my finger. She smiled but didn't move. I frowned "Why can't you?" I whisper.
"Edward" she spoke, I was shocked - how on earth did she know my name? "Edward" she spoke again, then a tear came down her cheek and fell over her face and onto the marble floor. I followed it and when I looked up again, she was disapeaing. "Don't leave me!" I cried. She shock her head "You can't have, what you never wanted" were her final words and she diapeared complety.
I woke up, with a snap, my alarm clock, bring back into conciousness. I panted, trying to contain my gasps. I got up from my bed, baged on the top of my alarm. It shut up then, as I realised the time: half past 7. Good the meeting was at half 12. I got ready and it was only till quarter past 8 that I emerged from my hotel suite, locked it and went downstairs.
The dream was still ringing in my ears and it wouldn't shake off. I was halfway across the foyer, when I saw her. The actual her - jogging out of the doors. I followed quickly after her. She jogged right round to a little resturant, the worker talking to her. I approuched her slowly. What was I going to say. The man saw me and raised his eyebrows at me. The woman turned and I was once agin greeted by her beautiful face, with her deep chocolate orbs. "Oh" she said and her face went blank. Then she frowned at me (exactly like how she had in my dream) and asked "Have I seen you before?"
In my dreams, I have - I thought but answered " Yes, I was.." but she cut me off. "You were the man who chose the Taylor Swift song!" Appehansion dawned on her. I smiled and she blushed deeply. She stood up and shock my hand " Call me Izzy, before you ask. I hate my stagename." I thought back - she seemed to have grimaced when the loudspeacker had annouched herself - "Ok, nice to meet you Izzy!"
She smiled warmly as ever back - Was I the only man to recieve this treatment? She made me sit down with her and we chatted a lot. I found out that she was single, her favoraie colour was brown (today) and that despite her career, she feels like singing isn't made for her. I argued with her on that point.
"You were made to sing Izzy!" I said exsaperated. "You couldn blow the socks of Taylor Swift with your version of her song!!" She blushed deep beetroot and her skin looked cream against her lovely blue t-shirt. "I'm not that good - " she continued - so modest and selfless. "- I mean I was was really unqualified beforehand, but then Dad forced me to go to law school, but I found it really-"
"Whoa!" I said, putting my hands up. "Law school? When? How? Why?" She thought for a long moment - "I'm not that sure why he didn that. He definatly did it behind my back, spurng it on me when i gratuated and I couldn't belive. I mean why didn't he just tell me?! Thats why I'm not speaking with my father."
I raised my eyebrows "How long ago, did you graduate? I mean - How long ago?" She sighed and played with her iPod's headphones - "Well, I'm 20 - 21 in September and that was when I was .... 18." She hung her head. So she was roughly my age. My god - that also meant she hadn't spoken to her dad for..
"Nearly 3 years?" I asked. She nodded. She seemed ashamed so I decided to to try a subject change. "How long have you been living in Seattle then?" She looked up, and frowned. "Tecnicly - I don't live here - as a club singer, I sometimes move about but..But I've been here for nearly 2 weeks already - Ok, I have an swesome penthouse suite, but you kinda get bored of it for about a week." I gaped. Weeks, not days at the hotel - Poor girl. We continued chatting until we noticed that it was nearly half past eleven. I checked my watch. "Oh shoot!" I muttered. I had half an hour to get to the office, or I'd be dead. Bella nodded in ackolledgelment. "Gotta go? So have I, I need to go to shopping - sadly my assistant wants me to have more -" She cringed. -"sexy and more alluring outfits for the performances next week."
I laughed - she had it bad. "But I thought you had it this week?" I was puzzled - "Noope - misstand corrected by Alii, my assistant. I got it wrong. I have a whole free week!" She looked like she was gunna say "Yaaay!" and cheer. She didn't. She smiled back at me and we both stood up. We starred at each other, not wanting to break each other's gaze. I honestly have no idea why I did - but I leaned down and kissed her softley on the cheek. It burned as soon as my lips made contact and I smiled. She looked up and started to say something but stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked. But I knew that look. I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a card. "My number's on there. See you Izzy!" and I walked away.
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