The Angel Of Music(REWRITING)

Chapter 1

I peeked through the curtains and at the stage seeing the scenery for the rehearsal being set up, Workers scattered around trying to finish up, I could hear them yelling to one another, ordering each other around. I moved my gaze toward the seats knowing they would all be filled the next day for opening night after all, Carlotta was playing the lead and everyone loved her.

Sometimes I wished they knew her for who she was, perhaps they wouldn't love her as much.

"Out of my way!" Carlotta yelled as she pushed me to the floor, roughly pulling the curtains back.

I fell onto my bottom letting out a sharp breath of annoyance as I watched her exit onto the stage yelling at the workers for only God knows what. Seeming to constantly have something to complain about whether it was her hair, her clothes, the set, or anything else that might bother her in the slightest, she'll let everyone know about it.

"You all right?" Meg asked me softly as she offered her hand.

I accepted it and she pulled me to my feet.

"I'm all right, just Carlotta being rude as usual." 

"You know, she wouldn't be able to walk all over people if she wasn't constantly the star of the show," She told me and I knew what she was hinting at as she winked at me.

I shook my head.

"Meg, no I don't think I'm ready for that."

She smiled at me as she took my hands into hers.

"Why not, I've heard you sing before when I walked past your room, your voice is beautiful much better than Carlotta's ever could be." 

"Thank you Meg, but I don't think I'd be any good singing in front of thousands of people, I don't have the confidence for that."

Before she could say anything else the director came out from behind the curtains.

"Ladies, places please rehearsal will be starting in exactly ten minutes."

"You doubt yourself too much, Christine you can do more than you know, besides if you have as great of a teacher as you have told me before then that should be all the confidence you need." 

I watched her walk out onto the stage, thinking about my teacher and how ever since I came here when I was little I heard his voice coming from the shadows, teaching and guiding me in the way of music. My Father had truly kept his promise when he told me he would send the Angel Of Music, I was beyond grateful for the gift but at the same time I was frightened of it. 

 Before I headed onto the stage I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked above at the fly loft, I could see the ropes swaying ominously as if someone had been there but whoever it was was now gone.

I took a breath and shook my head as I headed out onto the stage.

The music began it was going smoothly the dancers were in sync with one another, everyone doing what they were supposed to do from the months of practices that we've had. Then came Carlotta's solo she stood center stage singing in her highest soprano voice. 

Suddenly a background that wasn't supposed to come down till much later on descended, crashing on top of Carlotta as she fell to the floor screaming as she did.

"Get it off of me, now!" She shouted slamming her hands against the ground.

Meg leaned over to me and whispered, "It was the Phantom Of The Opera."

This wasn't the first accident that has happened there have been mysterious mishaps like this happening for the past couple of months and everyone always blamed the Phantom for it. No one knowing what or who else could be causing it.

"Jacques, Jacques you idiot!" The Director shouted above to the catwalk.

There was no response at first then finally he appeared pulling at the ropes to bring back up the set that had crashed onto Carlotta.

"I'm sorry sir, it wasn't me, I must've gotten distracted!" He called down in defense.

Before the Director could respond Carlotta was on her feet and shouting.

"No, no, that's not an excuse I could've gotten hurt, you imbecile, and if I had gotten hurt what show would you have, nothing, so you will have no show, I'm done!" 

She stormed away rushing past me and the Director desperately trying to call her back, as soon as she left Madame Giry appeared in her place glancing back at the way Carlotta went then to the Director who was in a state of panic.

"Great we've lost our star, now what?" He said as he raised his hands up in defeat.

"May I suggest that Christine Daaé, sing the part." Madame Giry said, her tone telling him that it was more of a demand than a suggestion.

"Christine Daaé, who is that?" 

Giry motioned for me to come forward and I shakily did, nervous at the thought that he might let me sing.

"Her, but she's just a dancer!" He scoffed as he waved his hand at me as if to dismiss me.

"You would be surprised she has quite the voice if you would only let her show it to you." Meg pipped in.

He looked at me and sighed.

"Very well, do you know the part, Miss Daaé?"

I knew it quite well, oddly enough my Angel had been teaching me it ever since we first started practicing it in the theatre.

"Let's get on with it now," Waving a hand at the maestro the music began to play.

I took a deep breath the soft voice of my Angel echoing in my mind, "Keep your head leveled, chest and shoulders high, abdomen flat, and make sure not to lock the knees, it should feel natural, like breathing."

I began to sing filling the room with my voice, making it sound as effortlessly as possible and I could feel myself begin to smile as I felt the joy that I always seem to have every time I sang. Reminding me of my Father and Mother as he would play the violin and my Mother would sing every night before I went to sleep.

As I sing I feel as if they are with me.