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Chapter 15-Glitter in the Air


"It seems that Bella Swan is sporting a shiny new accessory on her left hand. That's right, folks, it looks like Bella Swan, lead singer of Chance Music is officially off the market. No word on who the lucky person is, but rumors are swirling that it is, in fact, Edward Cullen himself! Reps for both Swan and Cullen have denied our request to comment, and Volturi records aren't saying anything about their favorite band as they finish up their tour. Keep it here for the latest details."

I'm a married woman and everyone is excited for us, with the exception of the record execs. They're worried about the fallout when we divorce, but they don't know what we do. Edward and I found each other and fell in love during our highest highs and some of our lowest lows. Before we had even started dating, we'd been through the wringer together and came out stronger as a team on the opposite side.

Do I think Edward and I will stand the test of time? Maybe, but even if we hit the rocky patches, we'll be able to work it out together. We've been advised not to make any public statements confirming or denying anything, and that's fine with us. Besides, we want the world to be focused on Angela vs. Anthony in court.

After Anthony was served, he tried to make a public statement, against the advisement of his lawyer, so he's currently without representation. Meanwhile, Angela made the rounds to some talk shows, but mostly, she's been preparing for trial. She refuses to go down without a fight, and in the light of her accusation, nine other women have come forward. I plan on being there in the courtroom every single day of the trial so Angela and all those other women know that I was wrong to sign that NDA in the first place and that I support them fully.

Edward comes into the living room of the hotel suite we're in and smiles. "Hi, I was just downstairs in the gym and some lyrics came to me. Wanna work on it?"

We work for four hours straight, and when we think we've nailed it down, Edward nails me. When we wake up, we have just 30 minutes before we need to leave for the arena for soundcheck. "Let's do the new song tonight. What do you think?"

He's silent for a moment and then smiles. "For you? Of course, we can try it tonight. I'm just disappointed we never got Arms off the ground during the tour. I was really excited about that one."

"Me too. We'll figure it out. The moment will be just right and we'll know."

Tonight is our last show in our hometown of Seattle, Washington, and we couldn't be more excited. Forty cities in a year, living on a bus or a private plane, constantly traveling and worrying about getting sick, late nights, and long talks have all led to tonight.

The Key Arena is packed to the brim, the lights are hot, and the music has been loud all night long. Sweat's pouring down our backs and the high from the adrenaline will carry us well past the curtain call. I can feel a charge in the air tonight; something's different, something's special.

We finish out the set with You Are the One, Against All Odds, and Somewhere Only We Know—it's been our closer since day one, and even though we've tried a different song to close on, we just haven't been able to make it work.

"We've got something new for you tonight," Edward says into his mic as I situate myself behind my keyboard, and we smile at each other. "My new wife and I worked on this today and we want to show it off."

The place explodes in screams and applause, and I know my face is red under the hot lights; I had no idea he was going to out us now, but I love it.

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?

Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it

Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?

Have you ever looked fear in the face

And said I just don't care?

And it's only half past the point of no return

The tip of the iceberg

The sun before the burn

The thunder before the lightning

Breath before the phrase

Have you ever felt this way?

I've got goosebumps as we sing; something is different and beautiful. The air is electric. I can feel it; this is the night.

There you are, sitting in the garden

Clutching my coffee,

Calling me sugar

You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?

Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight

Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself

Will it ever get better than tonight?


"Seattle, you have been amazing!" he screams as he passes his guitar off to a roadie and grabs his mic off the stand and walks toward me.

"We love you guys!" I say as we join hands and take a bow. When we stand, he tugs at my hand and winks at me. I'm confused but continue to smile.

"We've been trying to get this song right the entire tour," he says and leads us downstage to two stools where we sit down. "I think I finally worked hard enough to get it right. So, if you'll indulge us, there won't be an encore tonight, just this."

I hear the strains of the song I wrote after our third show and give him a surprised look. "I'm ready if you are." I raise my mic and grab his hand again.

I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart

But you came around

And you knocked me off the ground from the start.

You put your arms around me

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go.

You put your arms around me and I'm home.

How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around?

I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown.

I hope that you see right through my walls.

I hope that you catch me 'cause I'm already falling.

I'll never let a love get so close.

You put your arms around me and I'm home.

When he takes the next verse and I hear the melody in his voice, I know this is what I was feeling—the energy in the air. This is something special.

We harmonize together, and for the first time, it isn't a challenge, and it doesn't feel unnatural. It works, and I wonder if we'll work after all of this fades away.

I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth,

And I've never opened up.

I've never truly loved 'til you put your arms around me.

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go.

I hope that you see right through my walls.

I hope that you catch me 'cause I'm already falling.

I'll never let a love get so close.

You put your arms around me and I'm home.

You put your arms around me and I'm home.

As we sing the last note, he pulls me off the stool and into his arms, smiling. He presses his lips to mine in a sweet and unyielding kiss. I can't help but wrap my arms around his neck and hitch my legs up around his waist. I can't hear anything but the pounding of my own heart in my ears and our mingled gasps for air.

When we pull apart to the sounds of a roaring crowd and flashing lights, we know we've set ourselves up for potential disaster.

But it's worth it. I love him.

"I love you," he whispers into my ear as we take one last bow and walk off the stage.

When we're off stage, I wrap my arms around him and cry while I profess my love. The tour with its difficulties and hardships, late nights, early mornings … it's all over now. We'll get a few weeks to recover, we'll make the rounds at some talk shows, mostly late-night stuff, and then we'll be thrown back into recording. That's a whole new concept for Edward, and I'm already apologizing for what's to come.

"Hey, hey, shhh … Bella, I knew what I was getting into when I signed my name on the dotted line. Whatever comes our way, we'll get through it together," he tells me as he cups my cheeks and wipes my tears with his thumbs.

"You're right. I know that," I say as I hiccup softly. "I might be wound up a little." We both laugh and he pulls me into his chest.

"Do you know the definition of chance music? It's music where some element is left to chance and some part of the composition is left up to the performers. That's us! It's all up to us how this goes, and there is no one else I want by my side on this journey than you."

I pull away and stare at him. "Are you some kind of genius I didn't know about?"

"No, I looked it up because I thought you might get a little emotional at the end."

"Smart man," I say as I press a kiss to his lips. "But this isn't the end of the story. It's just the beginning."

Arms by Christina Perri

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