Angel Of Music

Chapter 1.

First of all, thank you for the amazing cover, LostNorthernnStar <3 What would I do without you?
And yeah, I wasn't planning on uploading this yet, but I couldn't resist :D Though, I won't be able to update for a long time, sorry :/ I really hope you'll like it!

A young woman closed the door of taxi behind her and hurriedly entered the Finnish National Opera. She ran through the halls, bumping into people here and there. She only slowed down when she reached her changing room. Quickly, the black haired woman stripped off her clothes and put on a blue strapless dress. Just when she finished doing her make-up, somebody knocked on the door, making her jump in surprise.

"Come in!" the girl called without turning around. In the mirror, she saw how a blonde girl entered and smiled.
"Agnes!" the black-haired exclaimed while standing up and hugging the blondie.
"Tarja, how are you?" Agnes kissed her friend's cheek.
"I'm so glad you made it." Tarja beamed. "I'm so nervous I could puke right now."
"Hey, you know you'll do great, right?"
Tarja shrugged. "I hope so. Listen, you're too early here, do you want to watch me rehearse?"
"Of course!" the blonde girl shrieked.

Two hours later, Tarja walked out on stage, holding her head up and smiling at the audience. With her eyes she searched for Agnes in a sea of people and soon noticed her friend sitting in one of the front rows. She was smiling and clapping so enthusiastically that it made Tarja's smile even wider. Applause died out and the woman stood still, waiting for her male co-singer to walk out. She scanned the audience again and suddenly, noticed one more familiar face. His blue eyes were piercing her; they made her feel as if she was being X-rayed. He studied her shamelessly, as though wanting to imprint her picture in his mind forever.

During her performance Tarja kept glancing at the mysterious man, who seemed not to take his eyes off her. She even allowed herself a little smile, immediately regretting it after the man smiled back. The woman hoped he wouldn't disappear immediately after the concert, as usual, but to her greatest dismay, he did. He got up and left the hall just when the last sound of music died away and Tarja followed him with her gaze. He didn't seem like a person who would go to opera free-willingly. She'd rather imagine him at a rock concert, not the classical music evening. Yet, for three or four months he'd been coming to her every concert, and she always noticed him. It was impossible not to notice that man. His long hair that hung loosely, framing his handsome face, his bright blue eyes, his height – combination of these all made sure one wouldn't forget him easily. But even though he came to every concert and watched her attentively, he left as soon as the concert was over, not trying to come in contact with her. This seemed strange to the girl and she'd often wondered about reasons behind such behaviour. At first she was worried about his frequent appearance but she soon got used to it and even anticipated seeing that face every concert evening.

"You were breathtaking today, you haven't sang so good in a while," Agnes said as she and Tarja walked out of the opera building and headed home, "Did you hear the applause? The guy next to me kept shouting "bravo" and everyone was shocked this was..." She trailed off when she noticed that her friend wasn't listening. "Hello?" She snapped her fingers in front of Tarja's face. Tarja raised her head, looking like she had just woken up.
"Sorry, what?"
"Tarja, something's wrong." Agnes stated.
"What gives you the idea?" Her friend asked innocently, even though she knew she couldn't fool Agnes.
"I have known you for many years already," Agnes snorted, "I know when something's bothering you, Tari. What is it?"
Tarja hesitated for a moment. She still hadn't told her friend about the mysterious man that had been haunting her and her mind for a while. "Yes, actually I do have something to tell you." She muttered and proceeded on telling Agnes about the man. She soon finished telling her story, leaving her friend open-mouthed.
"Why haven't you told me before? Oh Tarja, this is serious!" The blonde woman exclaimed.
"I don't know, I forgot." Tarja shrugged.
"You forgot?! Don't you understand how serious it is?" Agnes shouted, "he might be a maniac or something!"
The black haired woman snickered. "Oh come on, don't panic! He would've done something to me already if he were a maniac. He's been coming to my concerts for several months already. And besides, I don't believe a man with such eyes can be a bad person."
"You're dumb." Agnes huffed.
"I just have more faith in people than you do." Tarja laughed. "Listen, we're home. I mean, I am, you just have 20 steps to go, how convenient to have you as my neighbour." She reached for her backpack, looking for keys. Seconds later she turned to Agnes again. "See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes." The woman grunted. "And Tarja, do be careful!" She cried out.
"I will, I will." The singer calmed her, kissed her on the cheek and turned to unlock her door.