Over the next few weeks Christine and her family would visit the Opera House to perform little acts. They rehearsed daily and Raoul studied their act. Raoul would usually question Erik about why he wore a mask but Christine would change the subject always.
They were finishing up their song when all of a sudden Raoul stopped them. "Is something wrong Monsieur De Changy?" Erik asked the rich man. "No, no, not at all. But there is a problem." He said. Erik gulped and he felt his legs become jelly. "Madame Daae, if Paris is going to see you sing, then I suppose you should make a name for yourself." Raoul said. "Well, what could we do?" Christine asked. "The town knows about you right?" Raoul asked. "Why yes. Paris even calls us the Songbirds." Erik replied. Raoul sat back while they continued to rehearse.
About an hour passed and they were getting to pack up. "Madame Daae, I need to speak to you about something for a moment." Raoul said. "Okay." They both entered Raoul's office while Erik and Gustave stood out there; waiting.
"Is there a problem?" Christine asked right away. "Oh no. Not at all. I just wanted to speak to you about your husband." Raoul said. "Is there something a matter about him? Is it about what he wears?" Christine began to bombard him with questions. Raoul raised his hand to silence the young female. "I'm afraid the public would begin to question why he is the only one wearing a mask." Raoul said. Christine began to look away from him. "It's really nothing to be ashamed of. I'm only looking out for you." Raoul said.
"The mask is a sensitive subject for me and my husband. I do not wish to speak about it." Christine said. "What could it possibly be?" Raoul asked. Christine didn't know what to say. The mask was suppose to be kept secret between the two of them. Christine felt tears begin to fill her eyes. Raoul put his hand on her shoulder. "Madame Daae, I'm just saying. It would probably be best to not add your husband into the performance." He said. Those words struck a cord with Christine. In a second, she had slapped the young gentleman. A gasp escaped her throat and she burst through the doors in a second. Gustave looked up at his mother and saw her pick up his violin. "Mother, is something the matter?" He asked. "Gustave, we're going home." The tone of her voice caught Erik off guard.
Erik ran over to his wife and asked her what was wrong. Christine looked at her husband with tears in her eyes. "He doesn't want you to perform. Because of your mask." She wrapped her arms around her husband and began to cry. "It's okay Christine. I can understand." He whispered. Christine couldn't control the dozens of tears streaming down her face. Erik ran his hand through her hair. After a few minutes, Christine began to calm down. Erik wiped a tear from her face and Christine pulled her in for a kiss.
The passion between them filled them with joy and hope. Gustave walked over and hugged his mother. The family was stuck in a hug by little Gustave. Raoul had entered the room but had stopped to watch the family embrace one another. A smile had spread across his face and he soon had the perfect song for them.
To be continued....
I would suggest listening to A Thousand Years while reading the last paragraph. It makes it all the more touching.
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Fanfiction'Music is the emotional life of most people' -Leonardo Cohen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erik and Christine are a married couple just trying to make a decent life for their son Gustave. But not everything is perfect. (Modren Day phanfic)
