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Erik
"Hello children, I'm home," I announce, closing the door behind me with a box of sweets in my hand.
"Hello daddy!" Melody skips down the steps in a familiar leotard and ballet slippers.
"Doesn't she look lovely?" Christine follows closely behind.
"Yes she does," I pick my little girl off the ground and spin her around, her white tutu moving with the wind. "My little princess."
"I found these in the attic," Melody gestures to her outfit. "Mummy told me they were from her early days as a ballerina."
"She wants to learn ballet," Christine smiles at me.
"Oh mummy, please? Can I? Can I? Can I? Daddy, please? Can I? Can I? Can I?" Melody pleads, jumping up and down with her hands together.
"I don't see why not," I nod my head. "I'm sure you'll make a fine ballerina."
"I'll take you to see Madame Giry at the theater tomorrow," Christine strokes her head.
"Yay!" Her eyes twinkling with glee, she spins around clumsily. "Mummy taught me a song too, because when I grow up I want to be just like her."
"Oh, really? Well, if you wouldn't mind, Princess Melody, could you sing it for me?" I bow to her regally.
With a giggle, she curtsies back. "Alright, but I still need practice."
Love's a curious thing
It often comes disguised
Look at love the wrong way
It goes unrecognized
So look with your heart
And not with your eyes
A heart understands
A heart never lies
Believe what it feels
And trust what it shows
Look with your heart
The heart always knows
Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start
So open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right
"Bravissimo, Princess! You're a natural. Would you like some sweets?" I offer her the box and she immediately rips the lid off and pops a taffy in her mouth.
"Fank oo, daddy," she thanks me with a mouth full of sweets and takes the whole package upstairs.
"Make sure to share them with Gustave," I shout up the steps. "Thank God she's got your beautiful voice."
Christine turns to me and grins. "How was your day, Erik?" She asks as we lay snuggled against each other on the couch.
"Just handed in the new music to Madame Giry to pass to the managers," I tell her, stretching tiredly.
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FanfictionThe Phantom of the Opera Erik/Christine Fanfic Christine has always had feelings for Erik, but when she gathers the courage to show it, the people around her and the Phantom's mysteriousness makes it difficult for her to get him, the musical genius...
