Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 28

I own absolutely nothing. :( The Rosemary Song is from The Giver.

Elyza

I decided to get busy while Erik was upstairs so it didn't look like I was waiting for him. I found myself in the large sitting room, and I sat at the piano bench in front of another grand pianoforte. I had played piano ever since I was four-years-old and I haven't quit since then. I just never had the time to practise with school and everything, so I never did. I pressed some of the ivory keys gently and pressed the pedals on the floor, soon playing a song I knew from memory (which was very difficult, mind you, with a broken arm). It was called, "The Rosemary Song". I was so immersed in the music, time seemed to stop. Everything stopped and I forgot where I was: in Erik Destler's home. When the song came to its end, I felt so guilty. I hadn't even asked if I could play, I just went at it. I did not move from my seat on the bench and I stared at the instrument awkwardly. "Elyza", a voice from behind me spoke. I flinched and rose to attention, whipping around to face the man. "That was fantastic. I didn't know you could play." I blushed, looked down, and stared at my feet. "Thank you, Mr. Destler. There are a lot of things you don't know about me..." Like the fact that I loved him, could sing, etcetera... "Enlighten me, then." We walked over to a large couch and sat beside each other. I took a deep breath and began. "Well, I.. I sing, I suppose... I play the violin, I speak French, and... I cannot dance." Erik chuckled at me kindly. "You are quite a talented person, Elyza. Your art skills aren't bad either. And I don't take you as I singer, but I'd love to hear you sing sometime." I smiled at him and shook my head. "Thank you, but, I don't sing for people. Not any more." He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but I waved my hand to dismiss it. "What about you?" Erik bit his lip before exhaling, "Well, as you know, I teach art, but, I am also a musician. I compose music, I design a few buildings, and a few other things that are far too tedious to discuss at the moment." He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, then looked to the floor. I nodded. "That's amazing, Erik. It seems tedious." He shrugged, not wanting to say any more, I supposed. He checked his watch for the second time that night and looked at me. "You should get some rest." I nodded and suddenly remembered something. "Erik, how are Liz-Marie and I to get to school in the morning? My car is still in the garage and neither of us are on the bussing list because we have our own transportation.. A-and I cannot drive with my arm. ." He shook his head. "Don't fret. I will drive you two to and from school, then I will have someone bring your car here. It's all figured out." I sighed as a feeling of respite washed over me and I stared at Erik gratefully. "Thank you, Erik." He nodded. We stared at each other for a few moments before I hugged him tightly and shyly brought my lips to his. The spur of the moment, I guessed. He froze in place as our lips made contact. His were warm and soft against mine. It felt wonderful as the world around us fell away. Things were getting very heated, very fast. I pulled away and whispered, "I love you." Then, I ran upstairs to my bedroom and shut the doors, leaping into bed, closing the drapes, my heart pounding. I was in love with this man.