La Musica del Cuore

... Doesn't Necessarily STAY in Vegas

So, I started my journey into Fanfiction with my first story, La Cantante. I had never been driven to write until I read Twilight and saw the movies (and the beauty of Robert Pattinson ~ dayum, he's one yummy guy.) Writing that first story got me through the end of my marriage and the beginning of my new life as a single woman. Now, it's almost four years since I completed that story. I'm so sorry for the delay, but I did promise you a sequel. Here it is!

Hold onto your hats, kids ... just saying.

Chapter Twenty-Five: ... Doesn't Necessarily STAY in Vegas

EPOV

Bella's phone chirped, as did mine. Alice handed back the phone. "We got a text from Kellan. There's something wrong at the venue and he needs us to come down," Bella read.

"Okay, I'll call Ryan," I said. Another text came through. My guitar that Bella had gotten me for my birthday was destroyed and I was pissed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Edward, I'll get you a new guitar," Bella whispered, her fingers threading through mine.

"Alice, call Ryan and have them meet us at the venue. Come on, Bella," I said, tugging her away. I picked up my credentials and wallet as we left the suite. Emmett and Alice were yelling us to stay, but I wasn't having it. "Whoever fucked up? They're fired."

"Edward, it's just a guitar," Bella sighed. Her phone chirped and her keyboard appeared on the screen. "Fuck. No."

"The sooner we get there, the sooner we can deal with this nonsense and get ready for the show tonight," I sneered, hailing a cab from the lobby and gave instructions to go the MGM Grand. "And you're not getting me the guitar. The person who broke the guitar will be getting me the guitar, damn it."

If only the guitar and the keyboard were the only problem ...

BPOV

We rode in tense silence to the venue at the MGM Grand. Edward's hands were in rigid claws and I was just as angry. I thought that we were passed this, but apparently not. Yes, things got damaged in transit, but the guitar and keyboard had special cases to prevent these issues.

Or could it be a ruse?

"Edward, what if this is a set up?" I asked.

"A set up? James?" he retorted, arching a brow over his glasses.

"We're going in there, half-cocked. It could be a trap," I said, my fear coming back.

"Ryan is meeting us," Edward said, sliding his arm around my body. "But it does seem suspect that Kellan just didn't fix the problem. He's pretty resourceful. It could be that these instruments have a personal tie to us, he wanted us to be aware of the issue."

"It doesn't seem like Kellan," I said, reaching into my bag and grumbling when I discovered that I'd left my gun in my purse from yesterday evening. "Do you have your ..." I held up my hand like a weapon. Edward blanched, shaking his head. "You have your cell phone?"

"Yeah. You, too?"

I nodded, putting it into my pocket of my jeans. They were a little tight. All of the home cooked meals were catching up with me. I'd have to get back into shape, jogging and eating healthy. We arrived at the MGM Grand. We showed our credentials and were granted access to the venue. The set up was nearly complete. Edward took my hand and we went inside, heading backstage to check our equipment. "Kellan?" Edward called out. "Dude, we're here."

There was no response and we made our way onto the stage. We stepped over the speakers and cords, making our way to the green room. We looked around, unable to find Kellan. "Maybe he's in the bathroom?" I suggested.