The Chosen Hybrid *Heavily Editing*

Chapter 10

The song ended, and played the last chord. My fingers ached, and I moved my hand around; clenching and unclenching them, and twisting my wrist around a few times one way, then the other.

Eric and James stood there, wide eyed; staring at me as if I were Hayley Williams herself.

"What?" I asked sheepishly, putting James' guitar back on its' stand.

"Wow. You draw like Leonardo DaVinci, you sing like Hayley Williams, and you're more beautiful than Emma Watson," Eric murmured.

"Umm, thanks Eric?" I thought, rubbing at my arm nervously.

James looked at Eric, a little confused. "Bella draws?"

"Yeah..." I said sheepishly, blushing slightly.

"What else can you do? You're a guitar player, a singer, an artist..."

"And a winged mum, but yeah. That's about it." I shrugged.

James smiled, looking down at my stomach.

"Yeah, little Rosalie," He Spanish accent hinted strongly in her name. I smiled.

"You already named her?" Eric asked.

"Well, yeah. Since James knows she's a girl, she's gotta have a name,"

Eric looked at James expectantly.

"Medical studies," James explained, the corners of his lips pulling up into smirk.

Eric nodded in understanding, and walked up to an electric blue guitar, streaked with black.

"May I join the 'Winged'?" Eric asked James, pointing to his guitar.

James looked at me, then looked back at Eric. "If it's okay with the other two members,"

They both looked at me expectantly. "Oh," I gasped, realising that was my cue. "Umm..." I looked down at my stomach, tapping it lightly as if to see if baby Rosalie was up.

"Hey, Rose, can Eric Nomad join our band?"

Rosalie fluttered happily inside me. "Is that a yes?"

She fluttered happily again.

"What'd she say?" James asked me softly, looking at me as if I were an angel now.

I grinned. "Happy about it."

Eric grinned too, strapping his guitar over his shoulder. "What song shall we play?"

I pulled mine back over my head, and almost dropped it with exhaustion.

"Whoa. I'm okay, I'm okay,"

James took his guitar away from me lightly, and I fell into the colourful dreamworld in Eric's arms.

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I slowly opened my eyes, yawning and stretching my arms and wings from the cramps.

"She's awake...again," Eric chuckled.

"Is it biscuit time...again?" James asked with a grin.

I yawned again, furling my wings back around my body.

Then there were more colours and shapes.

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I opened my eyes again, sitting up slowly.

"Oh, are you sure you're awake this time?" James asked playfully, helping me up.