A/N: This story will contain discipline in the form of spanking for one teenage vampire. If this is not your cup of tea, please abandon this story now. I will provide an additional author's note for the chapter that contains the spanking. That is all.

Roll Over, Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Yeah an' it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

Roll over Beethoven, Chucky Berry (1957)

The jingling bells signifying customers' coming and going was nearly drowned out by the loud music and even louder singing in the belly of the small store. People fought their way in and out of the business place, letting in cool air for a moment's reprieve before the front door shut again. The air inside the store was thick with the body heat of nearly 100 teenagers, all crammed inside the little hole in the wall to unwind on a Friday afternoon.

Edward did his best to ignore the sweet scent of blood pumping through every vein as they rocked and swayed to the music blasting from the juke box. Emmett was in the midst of the crowd showing off with Rose. He, however, had better things to do with his time than learn the Bop or the Hop or whatever idiotic dance they invented this week.

He flipped through the dusty LPs looking for a record he hadn't picked up yet. Before they moved from Olympia, Washington to their home here in Port Arthur, Texas, he had a fine gramophone and almost 200 records to listen to. He told Emmett and Jasper to be careful with the boxes from his room while they were loading the UHaul but did they listen? By the time they got to half way to their destination the majority of his collection had shattered. Carlisle and Esme made it up to him by purchasing a new brand new record player solely for his use. It had stereo system, four speeds and a record changer. Edward had been to this store every Friday for the last month, rebuilding his compendium.

It was slow going. Nobody appreciated the classics anymore. This store only had 1 Beethoven LP and no Chopin. Even their Jazz selection was lacking - Ellington only took a man so far on his musical journey.

No, all the store keeper was interested in was selling top 40 garbage to air heads.

Edward shook his head as the crowd bellowed to some rhythmic jungle beat, jumping and swinging and nearly causing each other bodily harm.

That song ended, someone popped in another dime and away they went.

Edward was diligently ignoring the whole thing. Then something changed.

Against his will, Edward's ears perked up as a song he hadn't heard before thrummed from the jukebox speakers. The shrill cry of the piano sent electric pulses to every sleeping nerve in his body. He tried to resist, but after nearly a minute of crazed pacing gave into his urges. Hypnotized, he parted the sea of dancing children to get to the front of the room, the song clicking off just as he elbowed the last jock out of the way. He watched mesmerized as the juke switched to the next record, then turned to the store keeper. The rest of the room danced on, as if nothing strange and freeing and amazing had happened.

"That song that just played, I wasn't able to catch the name of the artist. Who's it by?" He asked.

Emmett stopped shaking his hips to stare at him strangely.

The storekeeper scoffed. "What've you been living under a rock, kid? You never heard of Jerry Lee Lewis?"

The other children close enough to hear the exchange began to snicker.

Edward just resisted baring his teeth. "Sir, I'd like to buy the single if you've got it."

He had to have it. Play it. Learn it. Then wail the tune on his own piano 'til the keys fell off.

"Yeah, sure. No skin off my nose. Just don't come cryin' to me when your parents shout the house down." The man gestured for Edward to follow him to the counter. They exchanged money for record.

"Well, well, well," Emmett came up and clapped him on the shoulder. "Look who's finally getting hip!"

Edward gripped the new 45 in his hands lightly and shrugged his shoulders. He could only imagine how good it was going to sound on his new stereo system.

Roll over, Beethoven.