The Angel of Music Sings for Me

Chapter 3: He's Here

Rachel's POV

After the show, I was bombarded with people handing me flowers, cards, and suitors practically lining up at my door. Thank goodness Madame Giry was there to scream at them to leave me alone.

"We don't need to add to her stress," she said.

When I stepped into the Prima Donna dressing room, I was met with the most unusual of sights.

There were roses everywhere. They were in vases on my vanity, on the floor, even lining up and down the walls. There were notes attached to every single one of them. However, only one rose caught my eye. It sat in the middle of the vanity. The color was a striking blood red in deep contrast to the lighter shades around my room. It's yellow green stem was rid of it's thorns with a small black ribbon tied in a bow around it.

"You did well my dear. He is pleased with you," Madame Giry said after she picked up the rose and handed it to me.

"How do you know him?"

"In due time my dear," she said, "Now you must get some rest."

She walked from the room and left the door open a crack. I knew what was going to happen next. Raoul will come in the room singing "Little Lotte," or "Little Angel," or whatever. But I have a plan that will give him the hint that I'm not interested. I'll play Cupid and matchmake him with Christine.

Like he read my mind, Raoul came into the room and started to speaking.

"Little Lottie let her mind wander
Little Lottie thought, Am I fonder of dolls
or of goblins or shoes?"

You've got to be kidding me. I guess I'll play along.

"Raoul?!" I feign mock surprise. Not that he knows anyways.

And he continues yapping, "or of riddles of frocks."

"Those picnics in the attic," I gasp with fake excitement.

"or of chocolates," Raoul continues.

"Father playing the violin," I say, again still faking it.

"As we read to each other dark stories of the North," he recalls the past.

"No -," I pause, "what I love best, Lottie 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 harmonize together.

"You sang like an angel tonight," Raoul complimented.

Before he could continue I decided I wanted to take this ship off course. I do it in the best, most mature way possible.

I slap him in the face. Hard.

"Ow!" Raoul covers his cheek with his hand, "What did you do that for?"

"That was for not acknowledging me and Christine during rehearsal," I growl at him.

"Well did you have to slap me?"

"How else am I going to knock some sense into you?" I ask.

"The only reason I didn't say anything earlier is because I wanted to act professional on my first day," Raoul explained.

"Well I'm sorry, but you really hurt Christine, and I hate to see my sister upset," I feel ashamed.

"It's okay, I get it," Raoul touches my shoulder, "Now what made you sound like an angel from heaven.

Welp, back to the script.

"Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child
I will send the Angel of Music to you'." I state.