Why So Silent? (POTO Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Madame Giry led me to a new bedroom. It was beautiful, with gorgeous paintings and a large mirror.

"You will live here now." Madame Giry said. "This is your home." I stepped inside the room, completely in awe at what I know had to live in.

"It's beautiful." I whispered, my hands running along the dark red comforter on the queen sized bed.

"It's yours." Madame Giry gave a small smile, something I'm not used to seeing. "I will help you unpack." She had my belongings under her arms.

"Grazie." (Thank you) I replied. She set down my small suitcase and opened it.

"While I was packing your things, I found something... interesting." Madame Giry said.

"What is that?" I asked. She pulled out the copies of the music sheets, along with my own works.

"I...uh..." I didn't know how to respond. Madame Giry chuckled as she handed them to me.

"It is okay." She assured me. "I've walked past your room and heard your voice before. It is quite lovely. And so is your music." My face darkened slightly.

"Thank you." I replied.

"I shall leave you to get situated." Giry said. "Au revoir." She left, leaving me alone in my room.

I looked down at the music in my hands. The title was a song called "Think of Me." I read the notes, and decided to try the climax of the song.

(Climax starts at 3:11)

Erik's POV

I was walking down the corridor behind the mirrors of the opera house, waiting to hear Christine.

As I walked by a mirror, one of the most beautiful voices I've heard stopped me right in my tracks. I quickly looked through the mirror into the room. It was hard to make out who the beautiful creature was that was making such a beautiful sound, but then I focused and realized who it was.

It was the Prima Donna's sister, Celestina. She was so much different from her sister. Carlotta's voice made me feel want to rip out my eardrums, while this beautiful young girl's voice made my heart flutter.

I held my breath as she began to climb towards the high note of the song. Her auburn locks shimmered in the light slightly as she took a deep breath, her blue eyes expanding slightly as she let out the highest note.

The note was like pure heaven. Compared to her sister, who sounded like nails on a chalkboard, she outranked Christine. Almost, at least. Her vibrato sent shivers down my spine. I felt light, almost as if I were floating.

I couldn't help myself when I gave a small clap.

"Bravo..." I whispered. She jumped and turned, staring at me. She gave a small gasp before I disappeared down the hall.

Celestina... a name that means 'heavenly'... her voice fits her name perfectly...