Till I Hear You Sing(Final Book)

Chapter 3- How I Watched As You Rose Like A Star.

I would like to apologize for taking forever to update. School has just ended, and the end of the year is always a busy time for me. I will definitely try to update a little more regularly. If all is forgiven, please continue to read. If not, keep reading this paragraph until you find it in your wonderful heart of yours to forgive me.

Christine Daae

     "Attention, everyone, please!" The stage manager stood upon a wooden box. We all turned to his attention, much to his astonishment. He had, after all, just spent twenty minutes trying to gain a moment of our notice. "Thank you. Now, I would like to discuss who is the star of the new opera!"

     I smiled at that. I assumed I would get the main role. Perhaps, I thought, this will get my mind off of Erik. I caught a glimpse of Meg. She had a strange smile on her face. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but I decided to ignore it.

     "The main role of the opera will be played by.." The man skimmed through a few pages, trying to find the right one. "Megan Giry."

     I gasped. This couldn't be possible. She was a dancer. She never sang once in her life. When we were both younger, we sang together, but she stopped singing long, long ago. Hesitantly, I started to clap with everyone else. I smiled at her, giving a reassuring nod. She stood on a chair, rising like a star. She was beaming. I had no choice but to be happy for her. Any person in their right mind would be ecstatic for Meg.

     "Congratulations to the star," I smiled. Meg smiled back at me. It wasn't a pleasant smile. Something about it was off. Something about it sent chills down my spine.

     "Thank you, Christine. I really had no idea I would get the part! I've always been dancing on stage, but I decided to give singing a try, and I guess they liked my voice!" I smiled sadly as she spoke. She paused, an inexplicable expression spreading across her face. "You aren't angry with me.. Are you?"

     "Heavens no, Megan! I could never be angry with you. You got something you wanted. Why should I be angry?"

     "I took something you wanted."

     "But you wanted it more, Meg! And You got it!"

      "You wanted this more than anything, didn't you?"

     "I am happy for you. I am not angry. Please, do not think I hold any sort of anger for you in my heart. I'm far too busy anyway. I have to take care of the children, and the new home still isn't fully unpacked. I didn't get the role. There is always next time," I said optimistically. 

     "All right. If you are truly happy for me, I will continue with being the main role for this opera."

     "Continue on, Meg."

Meg Giry

    "She isn't angry with me."

     "That is nice. You get what you always wanted, and you keep your friend," Raoul murmured, reading a newspaper.

     "No! She is not my friend, Raoul. She will never be my friend again. People still love her. Everyone adores her. She is still the star! She is the star of my life! I should be the star in my own life, Raoul!"

     "That is insane, Megan. You are going too far with all this! What about all the good times you and Christine have shared? A-And what about..."

     "What about?" I urged him to continue. He looked at me, tears in his eyes.

     "What about us, Megan? We were going to marry four months ago, but because of this plot of destroying your best friend, I pushed it aside! I love you, but I don't know if you feel the same anymore."

     "I love you more than anything in this life, Raoul. I am doing this for us. I want us to be able to be together without any distractions. Please forgive me if I haven't payed enough attention to you, but I am doing this for you." I cupped his face, looking him in the eyes. "Okay?"

     "Okay," he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. He was still mine.

Christine Daae

     "Mother!" Gustave ran out of the house, hugging me tightly. I smiled, handing him a stack of music sheets. 

     "You can take these over to your father's house the next time we visit him. I'm sure you'll compose something marvelous," I explained. 

     "Thank you, Mother. Presley and Harmony hardly cried at all today. I paid lots of attention to them. I think they are rather hungry again," he rambled. I nodded, handing him my bag. 

     "Put this in my room, please. I'll tend to your sisters." I walked into the nursery, smiling at my girls. I picked up Presley first, bouncing her on my hip as I picked Harmony up. I sat on the rocking chair, humming a tune Gustave had been singing that morning while I got ready. Gustave came back in, sitting next to me. I smiled at my perfect little family, yet something was missing. I knew not what.

Erik Destler

     I picked up the last of the music sheets. I had barely made a dent in the disaster that was the music room. I sighed, thinking of the nights where Christine would sing for me as I played the piano. I wondered if we would ever share another night like that. 

     "Highly improbable," I muttered. I continued cleaning the music room, picking up a few pieces of shattered glass. I looked at the broken picture frames. I still didn't understand what I did to hurt her so badly. I could never cheat on Christine. She was an angel. No woman could ever be more suitable than Christine. Christine was my very life. 

    Still, I continued cleaning. After I had completely finished. I sat down at the piano, playing a few notes. Something caught my eye from the corner of the room. I quickly turned my head to look at it. It looked like some sort of book. I walked over to the corner and picked it up. 

     "A pamphlet," I mumbled. I flipped through the pages. My world was spinning. The writing looked almost exactly like mine. "My dearest Christine, I'm sure you are confused why I sent this...I'm sure you don't need the details. It just felt so new...different? No...No! I- I never wrote this! Poor Christine. She must think I wrote this."

     Christine spoke the truth. With this pamphlet, she had enough evidence that I had cheated on her. The writing could easily be mistaken as mine. I had to find some sort of way to prove to her that I didn't write the pamphlet.

     "I'll have you back, my Christine. That I promise to you."

Once again, very very sorry this took me forever. Love you guys-Bella