Reunited

"So, Michaela, do you play any instruments?" Edward asked in a curious voice. Of course he was going to ask that. He was the only one in the family, besides Rosalie, that played an instrument. He wanted someone else to share his talents with.

I heard Michaela's fiancé, Rowland, chuckle and everyone looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I think the proper question is ‘What instruments don't you play?'. She plays so many I can't count them all." He said. Michaela looked at him and rolled her eyes. She gave him a peck on the cheek in a sweet manner and he ruffled her hair. They looked so childish like they were doing it on purpose. Esme's smile brightened. I could se the joy improve that she had another daughter and one that would be the youngest for once.

"Okay, so how many do you play?" Esme asked. Her sweet voice was so motherly that anyone would trust her. Michaela looked up at her and smiled.

"Well, I play the piano, guitar, drums, flute, clarinet, saxophone, and violin. My favorite is piano though. It was my second instrument I learned." She said. She could play more instruments then Edward! That was amazing but that is my sister for you.

"Can we hear you play piano?" Rosalie spoke up for the first time for a while. She had a smile on her face. Michaela nodded and Edward pointed toward the piano. Michaela glided toward the piano and sat gracefully on the bench. I smiled at Alice and she flashed a brilliant smile. Michaela looked deep in though for a moment and then placed her hands delicately on the keys. She looked more professional then Edward and Rosalie put together. She started to play a familiar song and I knew Edward would love the song. The song was ‘Claire De Lune'. As her hands glided across the keys lightening fast but the pieces came out smooth and delicate. She finished the piece off quickly. She turned around and smiled and then ran back to Rowland. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss on their head. They looked so young and happy. They were perfect together and I was so glad Mickey had found someone like I had with Alice.

"That was beautiful. That was Edward's favorite song." Esme said. Her voice as sweet as honey. Michaela smiled and looked at Edward.

"Same here, I like how ‘Debussy' put it together." Michaela commented. Emmett sighed and I looked at him as did Esme, Carlisle, and Alice.

"Well, it seems we have another music fan. That's just great. Now we are probably going to have to listen to the music club have their daily meetings!" Emmett said, mock annoyance in his voice.

Michaela and Edward both paused and looked at Emmett with death glares. He put up his hands in mock surrender. They shook their heads and stopped talking about music only for it to be brought back with Carlisle asking another question.

"Do you have your guitar here?" He asked in an interested voice. She nodded her head and held up a finger as in ‘one second'. She left the house only to be back with a red and black guitar. She sat down in front of Rowland and took out a pick. I had totally forgotten my sister's love of guitars. She would always play.

"Do you guys mind a little bit of country?" She asked. Esme's face lit up when she said that. I knew it was because of the love of country attitude. The music was always something that made you happy. It got you going but wasn't rap or hip hop.

"Not at all, what might you be playing?" Esme asked. Michaela looked at her like a child would to her mother in happiness. I could tell they would get along well in the future without needing Alice's power to know. The happiness radiating off of Esme and Alice was almost overwhelming but it suited the moment.

"I would like to play ‘Tim McGraw' by ‘Taylor Swift' if that's alright with you." Mickey said to us all but still staring at Esme with a smile on her face. Esme nodded as did all of us and she started strumming her guitar in swaying motions.

You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie"

Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night

And I was right there beside him
All summer long
And then the time we woke up to find
That summer'd gone

But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that

But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back

It's hard not to find it all
A little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that
It's nice to believe

She played the song wonderfully and finished with some few strums and then stopped. Her voice was wonderful throughout the song and I was proud of my little sister. She was great at singing and all her other talents were probably in music. I noticed Edward was standing in the doorway. He had a huge smile plastered on his face.

"That was beautiful." He murmured and then left.