Angel of Music

Eight Years Later

Disclaimer:  I don't own phantom! *depression hole* nor do I own the songs I chose!!!

"Christine..." I sing her name from the air vent that has become almost my second home. Christine is sitting at her vanity brushing her waist long curls. She wears her usual white night dress that fits nicely to her form. Over the years her beauty has grown, and now I believe that she is the most beautiful woman on this earth. Christine isn't the only one who's changed...my feelings for her have turned from a just caring friend and mentor. Through no fault of my own, I've fallen desperately in love with her.
Christine is a ballerina for the Opera Populaire, her grace almost as unnatural as her beauty. She is the best one of all the ballerinas. An angel on her toes, they say. I, on the other hand, have made my living as the phantom of the opera. It started with me playing simple tricks on ValJean, the manager, and on the opera actors. Soon, they started whispering that a ghost had been the one playing tricks. I liked the idea and built on it. I started writing ValJean little notes, such as pay the opera ghost a bit of money and he shall not bother you. ValJean did start paying me, and paying me well. 20,000 Francs a month after two years. I even got ValJean to keep box five unsold for my use.
"Angel." Christine says with her bright smile.
I smile back even though she can't see it.
"Christine, how are you this evening?" I inquire my usual greeting.
"Better now that you've come, Angel. Shall we begin our lessons?"
I had been giving Christine voice lessons for almost as long as I've known her. She has the voice of an angel, but only I know it. She hasn't hung for anyone yet, per my request. And I intend to keep it that way, for now.
"Yes, my child." I reply. "We shall."
"What shall I sing?" Christine asks me after doing a few vocal warmups.
"Think of Me," I reply after thinking for a moment. Christine nods. We have been working on this song for a while now, slowly perfecting it. If all goes according to my plan, Christine will be singing this song in from the Opera Populaire's stage.
"Think of me, think of me fondly. When we've said goodbye..."
"Sing 'goodbye' more gently. Remember, this song is bitter sweet. Feel the emotion in the song...not the words." I tell her.
"Yes, angel." Christine begins again, and this time she sings it with utter perfection.
"Lovely, Christine. Simply lovely." We work on it for an hour more or so, Christine righting the very few wrongs she had made singing it.
"Time for lessons to end," I say gently. I watch Christine's beautiful face become crestfallen.
"Already?" She asks, looking at the small clock on her dressing room wall.
"I am afraid so. You need your rest for a day from now is opening night of Hannibal, is it not?"
Christine smiles with excitement.
"Yes! Tomorrow is our last practice. I am so nervous, and I am only a dancer!"
I chuckle. "You shall do well, I think, Christine. But for now, you must rest."
Her shoulders slump as she sits on her bed.
"Yes, angel. Goodnight," she says.
I bid her a farewell, then quickly descend to my home below to make sure the last parts of my plan are complete.

Authors note: hola! Sorry about this really short chapter!! I am going to make it up to you in the next one...because La Carlotta will be starring in it!! #Yay not yay #Ah crap #Erik where is the Punjab?