Not So Prima Donna - the Phantom of the Opera

The Angel

Erik was shocked by the beautiful violin sounds that echoed in his lair. He stopped composing his masterpiece, Don Juan Triumphant, for the few minutes that he could hear the soft melodies.

Erik was impressed. It sounded better then most violinists in his Opera House, and that says alot. He wondered how it would be to have this mystery girl playing in his Opera House.

Laying down the quil, he couldn't concentrate now anyway, he grabbed his hat and cloak, and made his way up.

The next evening was Ane wandering the Opera House. She made her way towards the stage. A forbidden part for her. She was never to be set foot on the stage or her sister would throw a tantrum again. So naturally, she hesitated. Yet the pull to make music was great, and she entered.

Taking her precious violin out of it's case, she swiftly placed the wooden instrument on her shoulder. Creating a single note, she was amazed by how beautifully it echoed trough the huge room. A smile crept upon her face, she felt like she belonged on this very stage.

Playing a simple song her father taught, she let her emotions run freely. It was a darker song that she played with anger and sadness. She thought about how her life had become so bad after Carlotta had left their childhood home, and how she truely was alone in this world now.

The last note rang out angrily. Ane took a deep breath and calmed her raging toughts down.

"Brava, brava" an almost ghostly voice echoed trough the room. Ane gasped. She was caught. Carlotta will certainly murder her now.

"Who is there?" Ane's trembling yet brave voice asked "Who are you?"

"I have been send to you, my dear. A concerned father send the Angel of Music to his daughter as to help her excel in playing music" the voice sounded. "Angel of Music?" Ane mumbled questioning.

"That was your wish, was it not? To have your music be heared by thousands of people" the voice replied. Ane gasped. Her naïve self really thinking that her late father send her an actual angel from the Heavens where he lived.

Meanwhile looked Erik down to the petite girl from his usual Box 5. He hoped for his plan to work, he didn't have much trust that it would work, but seeing the naïve glimmer in the girl's eyes, even from way up where he was, he was convinced that he had done his job well.

Was he seriously going to do this? He had his Christine already. Did he need to tutor another girl? Why did he even consider taking up this girl, if he loved Christine already.

Oh well, to late to back out now..

"Seniõr Angel, I believe you. Please teach me and make my dream come true. Seniõr, that is all I ask of you!" The girl sounded so excited.

It would be fun to have someone around who properly wanted to learn how to play.

"Ofcourse my dear. I expect you to come here every Saturday and Wednesday night for your lessons. If you want, ofcourse" Erik spoke. His voice bouncing off the walls and making it sound ghostly.

The girl nodded enthausiasticly. It occured to Erik that he did not even know the girl's name. If she was a ballet rat then the name would surely drop fast enough.

"Ofcourse, Seniõr Angel! I shall not miss a single lesson! Thank you Seniõr!" The giddy girl sounded, making Erik smirk behind his mask.

"Now, hurry along to bed. You surely will have a busy day tomorrow" Erik said. The girl nodded and eagerly put her instrument in it's proper case, before picking it up. She bowed quickly to the empty Opera Hall, as a thank you to her "Angel" before running off the stage and probebly to her room.

Ane put her violin back down in it's corner. She was quite surprised by the appearance of the Angel. A small voice in her head told her that is was all too good to be real, but she pushed the voice away and was just happy to get to play even better now.

She would not dissapoint her Angel.

Ane climbed in her bed and curled up in the covers. She closed her eyes and dreamed of her Angel.

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Carlotta Giudicelli was someone that always needed to be special. She needed to stay above the rest, to be the Prima Donna forevermore. She hated the fact that her sister was so skilled with the violin and piano. But she was glad that she did not have a voice. Carlotta always excelled in that.

After all, she was the one always on stage, getting praised, whilest her younger sister was stood on the side wings, watching a performance she could never be apart of.

Carlotta wanted to keep it that way. One Giudicelli on stage was enough. And no way would she give up her well-fought position in the Opéra Populaire.