Paris, 1881
ROSEANNE
What had happened the past 3 months were not normal, I knew that. But if I told anyone they'd surely send me to a mental hospital, sigh and shake their heads and say "Poor Roseanne, I always knew there was something odd about her. She daydreamed so much."
No I couldn't tell anyone, that I had the Angel of Music. It sounded crazy, I know.
Every night I'd come down to my dressing room and wait for her to sing, the voice was in my head and I heard it crystal clear. But the voice, it wasn't from this world. It was too sweet for this world.
For the past months my singing had improved so much, but the Angel never complimented me, she was cold as ice and was serious. When I knew I had done good she never said anything, I was fine with that, as long as she teached me.
Father often spoke about the Angel of Music, the angel who appears to the people who have a gift as musicians. I had believed in the angel when I was a child but when my father died I stopped believing in the childish tale.
When father died I was forced to become an adult over night, father had built up a world in where I still was his 5 year old daughter whom he protected from the world. I was 12 years old when he fell ill and we moved to Paris and he died just a few months later.
The Angel of Music was kind though, she told me stories from another worlds. She sang me to sleep and I knew that she was always with me. On stage she was with me, I could feel her presence beside me when I danced or sang.
JENNIE
Time only exsisted when I was teaching her, I felt alive again, when she had first heard my voice she had questions.
"Are you the Angel of Music?" She had asked, "Yes, I am." I had said, I hated myself for being so cruel to her. I was not an angel. Every night I would wander up the 1000's of steps to her dressing room mirror and wait for her.
When I called out her name she smiled like a child and sat down in front of the mirror.
The calendar said it had been 3 months, but it could've been 3 seconds, or 3 weeks or even 3 years. When she wasn't at the Opera my day was filled with anxiousness. I was always afraid she would disappear in front of my eyes.
Memories from my past kept repeating, ever since Nadir came back it had been like this. I remembered someone yelling at me.
"Jennie, be careful." They had yelled, I remember what I had answered.
"Why?" I said, "Why must I always be careful?" I said, I could not remember whom had said it but the scene was a nightmare everytime.
I often stalked around the Opera more now that Roseanne was my student, I kept seeing Nadir everywhere. It was like the man lived here now.
We hadn't met in a week now and I knew that we had to meet soon or else he'd be worried. A night a few weeks ago I had gone to his house. He lived on Rue Scribe so it was a short walk.
He had forced me to at least meet him once a week to be sure I wasn't doing anything crazy.
ROSEANNE
It had been 3 months since I had met the Angel of Music but there was had been no opportunities for me to sing as lead roles. Like normal, Carlotta was the lead for every Opera and I was in the ballet.
No one knew about my secret lessons, not even my dear friend Jisoo who thought I went to the cemetery every night to pray for my father.
But tonight the angel told me that I should be prepeared to sing Marguriette in Faust tomorrow, when I asked her why she responded with; "Don't worry my child." and then she disappeared again.
I was always scared she'd disappear one day, as she had suddenly appeared to me a few months ago.
The next day I was prepared to sing Marguriette like my angel had told me, suddenly when Carlotta was singing the jewel song she started quacking like a toad! Everyone and me gasped when we heard the sounds that were coming out from her mouth.
I sang Marguritte's part in Faust that night and I learned that my Angel had a dark side to her and I got scared of her.
Everyone applauded for me when the Opera was finished, I felt overhelmed by all the roses thrown on the stage. I bowed while smiling and I looked around. Perhaps I was trying to see a sign for my angel. But there was no sign.
Backstage, Jisoo hugged me thight. "Rosie! Who taught you to sing like that? You were wonderful!" She said, I smiled and thanked her. I had promised to my Angel to not say anything about the lessons since it could be dangerous. I didn't understand her but I obeyed her rules.
"I want to talk to Roseanne Park! I know her, please!" I heard a voice said, I looked through the crowd of people backstage. I saw a man.
"Who's he?" Jisoo asked, "It's Raoul... at the house by the sea, in Seoul. Before my father died. He was my only friend." I smiled, "He's very handsome." Jisoo told me, I slightly nodded and began walking towards him.
"Oh, Roseanne!" He said when he finally saw me, he hugged me. I was surprised. I hadn't seen him in years, I could barley recognize him at first. Now he looked like rich man, which he was.
He was Count De Chagny, but when we were kids he looked like any small 12 year old boy. We would play in the attic and my father would play the violion and tell us dark stories of the north.
"Raoul, come on. We shall talk in my dressing room." I told him, he smiled and followed me to the dressing room.
"You sang like an angel tonight." He said to me and hugged me once more. I smiled.
"Do you remember Seoul?" He asked, "Of course I do, how could I forget?" I asked, he smiled again. I was so happy to see him.
"The old tales of your father, Little Lotte. You've grown so much." He said, I blushed at the nickname he gad given me when we were kids.
"Raoul, do you remember the Angel of Music." I asked him, he nodded. "Father was right, the Angel has visited me!" I said, "No doubt of it, and now we're going to supper." He said, my smile dropped and I grabbed his arm before he walked away.
"No Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict." I said, he just laughed. "You must change, I must go get my hat. 5 minutes, Little Lotte." He said and closed the door.
I sighed and looked at my reflection in the mirror, suddenly I heard her voice.
"What a triumphant you gave us tonight, my dear." She spoke, I smiled and nodded.
"Who was that boy?" She asked me, I gulped. The Angel had rules, one of them were that I could not get married or see a boy.
"He's an old friend, nothing more Angel." I told her, she seemed pleased with the answer but I sensed she was mad.
Suddenly the voice wasn't in my head anymore, it felt like it was coming from the mirror in my room. The thought came to my mind as I thought the mirror was the only thing that seperated our worlds.
"Angel?" I spoke into the room, "Yes, my child?" She answered, "Can I see you, please?" I asked, I wanted to see this faceless Angel who I had believed in ever since I was a child.
I wasn't prepared for the anger that came out of my Angel's mouth. She was so mad! I never imgained it. She cursed at me before she calmed down.
"It is enough that you hear me." She said, I cried. I felt so ashamed and realized I would never be able to escape from her.
"I'm tired of this, remember that I can disappear into thin air just like I appeared." She said, then it was quiet.
She was gone and it was all my fault. I just wanted to see her... I just wanted to look at my Angel. Why did she get so mad?
a/n: story offically starts here. new charcter introdcution. roseanne's childhood friend! qotd: who's your blackpink bias? i hope you enjoyed this chapter, remember to vote! it would mean a lot to me! take care, -bby.rae
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