The Chosen Hybrid *Heavily Editing*

Chapter 9

Just a heads up, it's a short chapter. And the song Bella sings is Ignorance - Paramore :D

Enjoy my people :)

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I walked through James'  big room, and my mouth popped open in awe. James' room was black walled, with a vintage glossy black piano in the corner, about 10 guitars to the side of it; and a double bed with an electric blue cover, and night-sky pillowcases.

"You call this 'a couple'?" I asked in disbelief.

James chuckled, as I walked toward the sea of guitars. I picked one up - I'd always wanted one of this, but had never gotten around to getting it.

"That one sounds good," James commented, nodding at my choice. He picked up his own guitar, strapping it over his shoulder and pluging it into a medium sized speaker at the side of his room. He grinned at me, as he eyed my choice properly: a stunning work of art, consisting of elaborate patterns, with a hint of danger thrown in.

James' guitar was a glossy black, a spikey frame, with demonic, dark red flames licking at the sides - danger written all over it.

"Badass, James," I commented, as he plugged my guitar in.

He smirked. "Play any song you want, Bells,"

"Who's doing lead?"

He shrugged. "Whatever you want. Play something you love, and Rosalie will most likely love too,"

I could have cried - instead I bit my lip.

"That name you came up with - do you know any Spanish names?" I asked, searching my mind for a good song I loved; and I also knew the guitar for.

"Rosa's the Spanish version - like a nickname." He grinned. "Stop stalling, Bells,"

I rolled my eyes, grinning with him. The song popped into my head then, and I loved it. I knew the guitar for it, too - which was a plus.

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James had put a microphone on front of me, which made me want to sing again, somehow...

"See if you can keep up," I said through the mic to him, and started strumming one of my favourite songs.

After the introduction, James grinned - knowing what song I was playing. He started playing the strings to my song, grinning without limit.

When the first verse came up, I automatically sang the lyrics: " 'If I'm a bad person, you don't like me, I guess I'll make my own way, it's a circle a mean cycle, I can't excite you anymore' "

"You're amazing Bella! Keep it up," James thought.

I grinned, glancing back at him. He grinned back, and started playing the more difficult strings.

"You're good, Bella," Eric thought, and I looked in the direction of the doorway. Eric winked at me, giving me a slight confidennce boost. I couldn't help making facial expressions while singing.

Okay, I admit I wasn't a popstar from the MTV singles, but I was pretty good...apparently.