An Angels Opera

Prologue

Erik
I closed my eyes as the circus man pulled off my mask and beat me. When I opened them, I saw spectators laughing, and throwing coins into the cage. All except for one girl. She looked about 17, and she had her eyes wide open, with a look of pity on her face. As everyone filed out, she stayed behind, looking behind her to make sure no one was watching.Then, she tossed me a rope. My eyes widened when I realized what she was suggesting. I looked at her for a few seconds, and she nodded. While the circus man was collecting the coins on the floor of the cage, I crept up behind him, and the the rope around his fat neck. He flailed around for a while...until his body fell limp to the ground. The girl ran and opened the cage. I let out, treasuring my freedom. "Thank you." She nodded, and checked behind her.

Suddenly, the nights silence was shattered as shouts pierced the air. "Murderer! Kill the Murderer!" The girl grabbed my hand, and I only had enough time to grab my monkey. She dragged me to the side of the Opera house, and threw open the window grate and pushed me through into a small chapel. "Wait here!", she whispered. I stared at her, contemplating what I should do. I sat down against the wall. She flashed me a quick smile, then ran into the night.

A few minutes later, she ran through the door way. "Follow me!" She led me to a cavernous room, empty on everything except for an organ, and a few candles. That's when I realized that I didn't even know my rescuers name! "Madamoiselle, I don't recall your name." She smiled. "My name is Antoinette Giry.And what is your name?"
"Eric Destler."

9 years later
I was playing the organ when I heard delicate sobs echoing from the Chapel. The sobs continued until finally, I could not stand to hear them. I crept to the Chapel, and looked through the small hole in the wall. I saw a young girl, only about 8 years old. She was letting loose broken sobs that were making my heart ache. "Child, why are you crying?"
She paused for a moment and lifted her head. "Who's there?"
I thought for a second, "I'll answer your question after you answer mine."
She thought about it for a moment then answered, "I am crying because my father has died, and he broke his promise about sending me an Angel of Music. And now, I am here all alone." I considered this for a moment before replying. This could either be an amazing opportunity, or a horrible prank. " I am your Angel of Music, now sing for me." Her eyes widened, and she straightened, "What shall I sing?" "Anything." She then sang a short little lullaby. My jaw dropped. She.Was.Perfect. Her voice had so much potential! I knew right there, that I was going to make this girl the most amazing singer in the world.