Please note that I made an ajustment to the last chapter! Oh and I DON'T OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or the song in this chapter!
Isa’s POV
I slowly got over the sickness, and soon I was up and about again. I tried not to bother Erik when he was composing and I tried not to annoy him. Whenever I did manage to get on his nerves he would complain that I was more tolerable when I was sick.
In no-time-flat it was the day of the Masquerade Ball. I had long since made a mask and found a dress, even though I still think I look ridiculous in fancy dresses. When the time came I changed into my gown. It was dark blue, with a silver swirl pattern at the top. The blue silk skirt parted in the center to reveal a black silk part underneath. I was concerned that I would step on the floor length hem with my high heeled shoes so instead I chose dark blue flats that resembled ballet flats. For the first time in years I left my wavy waist length hair out of its normal braid.
My stomach flipped nervously as I stepped out of my room to meet Erik. He was dressed in a tuxedo and he was wearing a dark grey mask that made his blue eyes seem brighter. My heartbeat quickened and I prayed that I wouldn’t blush. He didn’t say a word as he held out a hand for me to take. Wordlessly we walked up to the Populaire and joined the crowd flowing into the grand hall.
“Masquerade!” The crowd sang joyfully.
“Paper faces on parade Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade Masquerade!
Look around - there's another mask behind you!
Flash of mauve, Splash of puce.
Fool and king, Ghoul and goose.
Green and black, Queen and priest.
Trace of rouge, Face of beast.
Faces.
Take your turn.
Take a ride.
On a merry - go - round
In an inhuman race.
Eye of gold, Thigh of blue.
True is false.
Who is who?
Curl of lip, Swirl of gown.
Ace of hearts, Face of clown.
Faces.
Drink it in, Drink it up
'til you drown in the light.
In the sound…”
“Erik?” I asked.
Suddenly he turned to me and asked “May I have this dance?”
“Of course you may, kind sir.” I giggled. I put the hand he wasn’t holding on his shoulder and he put his other hand on my waist. As we were dancing I noticed just how amazing he was at dancing and how handsome he looked.
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