My Angel Of Music( Erik and Christine fan fiction)

Chapter 11; Dear Old Friends

Hello again! I desided since it's Saturday and for me being as ill as I am I will update a lot and the way I see it now this book might be finnished on Monday. As always, vote, comment and I hope you all will enjoy this chapter and many after this one.

Christine's pov

Raoul, Gustave and me went to the consert hall. I was so nervous, I can't believe I'm doing this again. I barley made it thrugh before. But it's just a song and then we can go back to Paris where we belong.

Gustave was running around the big teathere and I must say, Erik's work is quite impreseve. But I still can't forgive him for leaving me. I wont, I never will.

" mother..?" Gustave said, drifting me away from my thoughts.

" patience Gustave! First I must find the stage manager, my dressing room, the musical director..." Gustave interupted me with his exitment.

" And then we'll go look for our friend and go see the Island!"

I tried to but on a fake smile, it worked.

" Hm I'm shore he'll send for you when his readdy" Gustave looked at something while I looked down at the notes. I am a terrible mother.

I've been lying to my son for ten years! Which also includse my husband and Erik. Even myself.

I looked around to see a woman who perhaps tell me where to find everything.

"Oh excuse me, miss would you mind?"

She looked around and she reminded me of someone, but who?

Heaven help me could it be, no it could'nt possibly?!

Sorry do I?

Yes I think you do

Have we?

Go on take a guess

Wait, it can't be is it?

Yes!

Oh my God I can't believe it's you!

Look at you Christine reguall as a queen and beautiful

Meg! And you as well I could hardley tell it's you

My dear old friend can't believe your her old friend after all this time

Look at you a star!

And you a wife

And is'nt  life a splended thing

And here we are...

To see the sites!

And to sing.

" To sing?!" Meg said. I can't believe that it's here after all this time.

"And of course as a treth for my son, Meg meet Gustave" I said proudly.

"Ah who told you to sing here?" She asked gently and kinda nervous oh I know how she feels, I'm nervous myself.

Raoul's pov

I looked around and I wondered who this Mr Y is? I looked over at my wife who was talking to...wait! Is that Meg! As in Meg Giry? wow she has grown, not that I care or anything but if she us here then Madame Gify must be here aswell. Meg never goes anywere without her mommy. I desided to change the 'grown up' thing to the ' childish thing' instead.

Madame Giry pasess by me, still the same old Giry.

You

It can't be you?!

Is this a treeth? It's been ten years!

What bring's you here?

We've come to work

At who's request?!

The contract's here

I want to see!

She looked at the papers and started to sing again.

My dear old friend it's how thing's apper old friends

He who pay's the buill

Times two or three

Be shore he will

And handsomley

And dear old friend now that we are clear old friend

That suits very well but til your gone

My bosses whim

Ah yes your boss and who is that?

It's him

I froze. My heart was beting faster, him! Of all the people in the world, why him? Of course he is not a person, he's a freak!

Him?!

That's what I said!

You work for him!

Now so do you

And my poor wife

We thought him dead she'll be appold!

I walked away to warm my wife but I stoped when Madame Giry told me something.

Unless she knew...

Christine's pov

I looked over to Raoul with a smile. A smile that quickly dissapered. He looked pale. He's not sick is he?

Darling please tell me are you alright?...

He squeezed my arm tight and held up the music book.

Tell me now this music, who was it's creature?!

Darling please don't squeeze so tight..

Something's going on here, I'll deal with you later!

Raoul pushed me away along with the music. What did I marry myself into?
I looked at him wishing he was dead. If I were a widow I would get some respect. As if I ever wanted him, I
could barley look at him.

My dear old friend so mutch more than dear old friend

Maybe it's a joke

Some silly game

And dear old friend now what we are here old friends

I'm still confused

We need to think

I need some air

I need a drink

And dear old friends let's not get upset old friend

Let us raise a glas

To time's gone by

To Mr Y

To happy ends

To sutch ensire our lovley dear old friends!

Old friends!

I looked around for Gustave but I could'nt see him. Oh no, not again!

Gustave Gustave Gustave?

" Must we always ve chasing after the boy!? I promise you when I find him..."

"No! I'll look for him" I gave out a long sigh and walked away, desperet to find my son.