My Angel of Music

Angel

Guys, to clear up confusion, I'm just going to explain this chapter.  This is a flash back, going back to when Christine first saw her Angel of Music.  Don't ask me why I decided to do this, I just felt like it.

I could feel Erik beside me, breathing evenly as he dreamed in his restful slumber.  But I could not.  I was cold, and I shivered each time I breathed in.  I got dizzy when I looked in the dark corner, imagining scary creatures crouching on the floor.  I wanted to wake Erik, but I was frozen.  I could tell I had a fever, but I couldn't find my voice to call for Erik.  As I shivered, sweat formed on my forehead and I tried to raise my hand to wipe it away but it was useless.  Suddenly, a wave of dizziness overcame me, and darkness carried me away.

 I sat at my dresser, examining the beautiful red rose that Madame Giry had given me.  She said it was from him.  My heart fluttered each time I thought of him.  My Angel, that is.  He was proud of me, I could feel it.  I sang only for him tonight.  I was in a daze the whole time I was on stage, staring into the distance as if he would be there.  I knew he was.  I could feel him next to me, coaching me on.  Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the door.  I turned and saw a handsome young man waltz confidently into the dressing room.  His hair was formed perfectly and the color was a solid brown.  His eyes were brown, and they danced with confidence.  'He must be wealthy' I thought.  

"Little Lotte let her mind wander."  He sang softly.  My eyebrows knitted together in confusuion.  "Monsieur?"  I asked.  He ignored me and continued as he slowly walked towards me.  "Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins or shoes?"  My eyes widened in realization as he reached my sitting place.  "Raoul!"  I exclaimed.  He raised a hand to stop me.  "Or of riddles or frocks?"

"Those paintings in the attic."  I whispered.  

"Or of chocolates"

"Father playing the violin"

"As we read to eachother dark stories of the North."

"No- what I love best, Lotte said.  Is when I'm asleep in my bed.  And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head."

"The Angel Of Music sings songs in my head."  We both sang together.

"Oh, how I have missed you, Little Lotte."  Raoul whispered as he sank to the floor beside me.  I smiled broadly at my childhood friend.  "You sang like an Angel tonight."  He said.  I giggled and took his hands in mine.  "Father said: When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you.  Well, Father is dead, Raoul.  And I have been visited by the Angel of Music."  I explained.  He nodded.  "Oh, no doubt of it!  And now, we go to supper."  Raoul stood, his hands still in mine.  "No, Raoul.  The Angel of Music is very strict."  I declined.  Raoul laughed as if I was joking.  "I shan't keep you up late.  5 minutes, Little Lotte.  Get changed!"  He ordered.  I shook my head as he walked out of the door.  

"Things have changed, Raoul!"  I yelled as I walked back to my dresser.  Suddenly, the voice which I had longed to hear all night boomed throughout the room.  "Insolent boy, this slave of fashion.  Basking in your glory."  I flinched at the tone of his words.  My Angel was angry.  It was never a good thing.  "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor.  Sharing in my triumph."  The Angel sang.  I looked around the room for his face, though I knew I would not find it.  I took a deep breath and began to sing for mercy.  "Angel, I hear you.  Speak I listen!  Stay by my side.  Guide me.  Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me.  Enter at last, master."  My soft voice filled the room as I tried my hardest to appease the angry Angel.  I had been thinking about asking my Angel to show himself to me, even though I knew he would decline the offer.  It was worth a try.