PROLOGUE: The Meeting

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*KNOCK! KNOCK!* "Miss Bella it's time. We're ready for you." 

   I'm scared something will go wrong. I can't mess up not now, not here. Tonight could decide how my future would end up. Standing up I exited the dressing room and went back stage. Pacing back and forth waiting for them to call my name. What if I trip? The long white dress I was wearing was not helping my fear of falling flat on my face.  "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome our very special guest Bella Marrie!" It's now or never. As I walked on the stage I felt everyone's eyes on me. Taking my seat in the center of the stage I began to play my cello. Remembering everything that happened this summer I began to pour every emotion, every drop of pain and fear I ever had into the song. I felt something wet drop onto my hand and realized I was crying. As I finished the song a long pause of silence came from the crowd. I stood up and bowed. Finally a thundering roar of clapping came from the crowd.

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     Crying in my dressing room after playing made me remember how much I missed him. NO! Stop it Bella you can't let yourself slip into that dark place again. "Sweetie are you ready to go?" it was my mom I hadn't realized how much time I spent in the dressing room after the show. Cleaning up my tears and putting myself together I walked out with a big smile on my face. I was immediatley pulled into a hug by my mom. "Oh! Sweetie you did so good! I'm so proud of you! Feels good to see you play again." Knowing where the converation was leading to I mumbled a simple thank you hoping she would take the hint that I didn't want to talk about it. Letting me go we walked to the car.

About to get into the car I hear a deep husky voice, "Hello." Turning around I see a very handsome tall man. "I'm Sebastian." Feeling shy and uncomfortable under his intense gaze I finally spoke up, "Hi I'm.."

"I know who you are Bella. You played beautiful tonight. I could feel your heart ache through the piece." How would he know if my heart was broken?! "Thank you but my heart isn't broken." Looking into his eyes I wished I wouldn't have because in that moment I knew I wouldn't be able to leave this man alone. "Are you sure?"

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