The Dancer's Secret (Phantom of the Opera Phanfiction)

Soft songs

Erik

I Turned away from her and walked toward the fireplace. I could tell that she was absolutely livid at what I said. Telling her that I had overestimated her singing was a humongous lie. I had actually not expected her to sing so beautifully. I don't know why I decided to agitate her, but I certainly did not regret it after seeing the look on her face.

I reached to put a log into the fire and all of a sudden heard the sound of my organ playing. It was quite unusual to hear the organ playing when I was not the one sitting on the bench playing for myself.

The song started very slow and choppy. It sounded like something a child would play after only learning piano for a week. I threw a log on the fire before walking back towards her.

"Is that really the best you can do?" I laughed. She really wanted to prove something to me. Perhaps I should just tell her it was a joke and make her stop this ear rape.

"Shut up." She focused on the keys intently as if staring at them would give her all the information she would need on how to play.

"Mademoiselle Clementine, you know I was only joking." I said, walking up behind her and watching her hands press down on the keys.

"Oh, Monsieur Erik, if you're so good at making jokes then perhaps you are also good at spotting jokes as well?"

"I do take pride in being able to call someone on a lie or a 'joke' if that is what you mean." smiling, I took a seat next to her once more.

"Oh, then I bet you saw this coming a mile away." her lips turned upward into a cheeky smile as she closed her eyes. Her fingers stopped playing for just a moment before they flew across the keys, hitting notes quickly yet gracefully. Her body moved with the music and her eyes opened for just a moment to smirk at me. The notes sounded like fallen rain, making music on the sidewalk.

She continued and  I watched her figure as she played. I had to admit I did not see this coming. It was already a shock to me that she could both sing and dance with such talent, but I had really not expected her to be able to play the piano.

She hummed along, swaying and dancing with the music as her hands glided from one side of the organ to the other. Her fingers started to slow significantly before stopping all together, ending the song sooner then I would have liked.

"Well, I do have to admit I underestimated you and your abilities. Both in your singing and piano playing.

"I learned when I was younger. It's just that one song though."

"Your parents put you in lessons?"

"No, I learned it for my mother." I questioned my memory. I thought she had said the night we had met that her mother wasn't a good mother.

"For her? Because she wanted you to learn it?"

"No, because it was her favorite song. I wanted to know it for her so I could play it whenever I felt she needed it." Interesting.

"You were a good daughter then?"

"No." I was confused. I wanted to learn more, but I didn't want her to feel forced into telling me or uncomfortable in any way. Then again, why did I even care?

"You have many secrets."

"All of which are confidential." She retorted, stretching her arms above her head.

"And why is that?"

"Hmm... I guess I just don't know you well enough yet." She winked at me, grinning. She used my own words against me! That little vixen.