Remember what Edward told Bella on the meadow about Emmett? And in Midnight Sun it's extended.
Emmett has been on the wagon longer, so to
speak, and he understood what I meant. He says twice, for him, once
stronger than the other."
"And for you?"
The word hung there for a moment in the warm breeze.
"What did Emmett do?" I asked to break the silence.
It was the wrong question to ask. His face grew dark, his hand clenched
into a fist inside mine. He looked away. I waited, but he wasn't going to
"I guess I know," I finally said.
I know when it happened to me, he reminisced, taking me back with him half a
century, to a country lane at dusk, where a middle-aged women was taking her dried
sheets down from a line strung between apple trees. The scent of apples hung heavy in
the air—the harvest was over and the rejected fruits were scattered on the ground, the
bruises in their skin leaking their fragrance out in thick clouds. A fresh-mowed field of
hay was a background to that scent, a harmony. He walked up the lane, all but oblivious
to the woman, on an errand for Rosalie. The sky was purple overhead, orange over the
western trees. He would have continued up the meandering cart path and there would
have been no reason to remember the evening, except that a sudden night breeze blew the
white sheets out like sails and fanned the womans scent across Emmetts face.
So, this video is about Emmett's La Tua Cantante.