Till I Hear You Sing(Final Book)

Chapter 7- Our Favorite Star.

Christine Destler

"Dear, it's one song. I need you to be perfect before you go back to the opera house," Erik cooed, brushing his hand against my cheek.

"Very well," I sighed. Erik grinned and sat down at the piano, beginning to play. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, and letting the music wash over me.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Silently, the senses abandon their defenses..

Erik Destler

"You did amazing, Darling. Do remember, though, to-"

"Yes, yes, I know! Keep your back straight. I've told you this countless times," Christine mocked me, rolling her eyes. I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

"I'll take you over to the opera house now. Just fetch your coat," I told her.

"My coat is right by the door. I'll get the girls. You get Gustave." Christine briskly walked to the nursery. I turned my attention the the stairs, quickly running up the steps to Gustave's room.

"Gustave!" I called out. Gustave quickly ran out of his room with his coat in one hand and some music sheets in the other.

"Coming! Father, when we get back, can I show you my music?"

"Of course, but we must hurry. You know your mother hates to be late," I chuckled. Gustave nodded, running down the stairs.

Christine Daae

    The ride to the opera house was surprisingly short, differing from all the other times we had gone. Erik helped me out of the carriage, as well as Gustave. I held Harmony in one arm, and Gustave's hand in the other. Erik held Presley, grinning and whispering something in her ear, which I could only guess was something amusing, considering I could hear her faint bell-like giggle.

     As soon as I stepped into the opera house, my eyes laid upon Meg. I tensed. I hadn't seen her since the events that made me realize how similar Erik and I truly are. Erik put his hand on my shoulder, and I smiled, reassuring him.

     And then Meg walked over.

     "Hello, Christine. You look marvelous!" Meg smiled, and it almost looked genuine. Her eyes were bright and full of life, something you didn't see as often as you used to with her, and she was smiling the biggest smile my old friend ever had to offer.

     In a way, this made me sad. I never realized how much I had missed the blonde, bright eyed girl I used to call my best friend.

     "As do you, Meg. I assume you've been quite busy, what with the wedding planning and all." Her face fell at the word wedding.

       "It's been delayed, actually. The date isn't quite set. Raoul and I have both been busy, so we decided against our ideas of an autumn wedding. Perhaps it will happen in the winter, as yours did," Meg smiled sadly.

       "That's a shame. But snow makes for quite a beautiful wedding, does it not, Erik?" I turned to Erik, and he looked up from Presley, looking into my eyes as if he was remembering the memories.

        "That it does," He grinned my favorite smile.

         "Why don't you take the children down to the old music room? I have some work I need to do," I suggested. Erik nodded, planting one kiss on my cheek, and left with the children.

       As soon as they were out of sight, I turned back to Meg.

       "What game are you playing, exactly?" I asked, a familiar anger rising in my throat.

        "I have no more games left to play, Christine. I don't want Gustave to suffer from my bad choices. You really want that child to know that I'm the reason you and Erik were apart? Imagine the anger he will hold. It would be worse than yours, or even Erik's," Meg whispered. And it made sense. Gustave was a well behaved, good child, but he was still Erik's and my child.

       "This still doesn't change anything between us," I clarified.

        "I know."

         "Good. Because if something happens, if anything happens, I don't care who sees, whether it's Gustave, or Erik, or the entire world, you won't be walking out that door ever again," I growled. She laughed.

        "Be civil, Christine. Anger really doesn't suit you. If I were you, I would stick with being the sweet and innocent flower that you are, or at least you used to be," she laughed, walking away. I was boiling.

     God, I hated that woman.

     Before I had a chance to calm down, the managers were yelling for everyone's attention. They went on to announce the new cast for the opera.

      Much to everyone's dismay, Meg got the leading role.

      "Christine, if you could spare a moment, we'd like to ask you something," Monsieur Andre spoke. I nodded, walking over to them. "I'm sure it's upsetting that you didn't get the lead role. We all know you would have, if it weren't for your lack of appearance, which we completely understand, considering your recent family emergencies.

    "But, we haven't forgotten our favorite star. Would you be open to being Meg's understudy for the role?" Andre asked politely.

     "I would be delighted to, Andre," I replied. I looked over towards Meg. She was fuming. I couldn't understand why. She had the leading role. Who wouldn't want that? Why didn't she want that? Or perhaps it was the fact that I was her understudy. But why? Understudies don't preform unless the star is unable to preform.

   I walked over to her, determined to understand why she was so upset. "What's wrong now, Meg?" I asked, confused.

     "Oh nothing. You should go speak to the managers about your understudy role. Their favorite star shouldn't keep them waiting," she said bitterly.

    And then it made sense.

      "Meg-"

       "I'm fine. I have some work to do. Go tell Erik. I'm sure he'll be just ecstatic that you didn't get the leading role." She walked away quickly, not giving me an ounce of time to react.

Raoul De Chagny.

    I sat in the dressing room, reading the news paper and drinking my tea.
Suddenly, the door burst open.

    "Meg? What's wrong, darling?" I asked, concerned.

      "Oh, nothing's wrong. On the contrary, actually," she grinned.

        "What do you mean?" I spoke, staring into her wild eyes.

         "I have a plan."

Sorry for the cliffhanger but IM BACK YAY