When Love Begins

Will You Watch?

Erik POV:

Ten years. That is how long it has been since I have heard my Christine sing. Ten years since I left her and moved to New York. Ten long years, living a mear facade of life. When Mme. Giry, Meg and I got to America, we immediately went to Coney Island. This was the one place I could move about freely. Where people didn't question my mask. For all these years I have been writing music. But it wasn't the same as before. In two hours, my new show-Phantasma- was going to open. Mme Giry insisted I make Meg the lead dancer, but she was really just a glorified show girl. I didn't really see her though. I tried to make it a point to avoid them both at all costs. I wrote the music, and Mme Giry did the rest. Suddenly Mme Giry walked into my tent. 

"Are you going to watch the show tonight?" She asked. I just glared at her. She knew what my answer was. I hadn't watched any shows, my own or otherwise, in ten years. 

"I thought not. Meg will be disappointed. She has been working very hard to please you. She has gotten quite good...even better than she was before." She noticed me looking at the picture of Christine I had on my wall

"Forget about her. She thinks you are dead. For a reason." I sighed. I knew that she thought me dead, but that didn't mean that I didn't regret leaving her. 

"Is that all you need Madame?" I asked sarcastically polite. She sighed.

"Yes, that is all I needed." She started to walk away, but turned around to look at me. "I hope you can see what this is doing to Meg. She works hard to please you, but for some reason, you cannot see it." With that she turned and left the tent. I sighed and turned back to my music, shutting out all of the noise from the fair.