In The Wings

Act II Scene III

As Christine looked to her Angel of Music with stars in her eyes, she said, "You will sing for me, my Angel?" Her voice was filled with innocence and the fascination of a child. The Angel knew he had no reason to refuse. In fact, he wanted to sing for Christine and prove just how much she should follow him. His music put her under a trance, and he would use that to his advantage in the end.

"Of course, fair child," he said with a smile. Christine watched her mysterious darkly dressed angel as he got into position to sing. It was almost as if the world was moving in slow motion for her, but all she wanted was for the music to begin.

"Nighttime sharpens,

Heightens each sensation.

Darkness stirs

And wakes imagination.

Silently the senses

Abandon their defenses." Despite having heard the voice before, Christin hardly even knew what had hit her. Had she thought the Angel of Music's singing was beautiful before, this was something that was of unspeakable, unfathomable beauty. She simply had heard nothing like his voice, like his music before. Christine longed to hear more. Her eyes fluttered shut as chills ran across her back and through her body, coursing like a river.

"Slowly, gently,

Night unfurls its splendor." The Angel of Music had moved beside her, so she turned and open her eyes to stare at him. The music was so powerful that Christine's thoughts had completely escaped her. There was nothing but the two of them and the notes between them.

"Grasp it, sense it,

Tremulous and tender." She now took this time to get a step closer to him. The two of them had very little space between them at this point. Christine started leaning in, possessed by some inner thought she didn't even know she had, trying to kiss the Angel of Music.

Her mind had gone to some other world, and all she wanted was to thank him for his singing and for treating her to this. She wanted to achieve unity through their voices but through contact, and the best way to do this was to push their lips together. He put a hand on her face that sent another bout of chills down Christine's back. But her surprise started turning her away from him, preventing their embrace.

"Turn your face away from the garish light of day.

Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night." That's what it was called. Christine now knew its name: the music of the night. The music of the night was undoubtedly the most phenomenal thing she had ever laid an ear to. It was like angels were singing, perhaps because one was singing right in front of her. Her Angel of Music, fallen from heaven to make the music of the night.

The desire to kiss him again stayed within her mind, but he began to walk away from her. Christine's eyes stuck back onto his mask yet again, intrigued by the mystery it gave. It made her feel a bit shallow for paying attention to a piece of clothing rather than his eyes or the lips that sang to her. But her curiousity had always ruled her throughout her whole life and this was no exception.

"Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.

Close your eyes," the Angel sang, and Christine obeyed, her eyes drooping shut without any sort of hesitation.

"Let your spirit start to soar." The Angel hit a rather high note, and Christine could feel it flying within her. It was within her soul, making her feel as if she was floating along with the music. Her heart started to thump and she was breathing heavily. Her body was just like a tree rooted to the ground, but every other part of her flew into the sky with the clouds.