His Melody (Complete)

Chapter 2

"That is where he works, composing new works. Most are... Vaudeville trash. His arias are the most beautiful," Auguste smiled, leading her to the tower, then stepping inside, going up the winding staircase to Mr. Y's office.
It was a dark path way with candles lining the walls. Melodie found it suspicious
Because it wasn't electric.
Auguste chuckled, "Don't be alarmed. Mr. Y isn't that fond of the electric light. He prefers the flame of the candle."
Melodie glanced behind for a moment, then turned back to face forward as Auguste knocked on the door to Mr. Y's office.
"Sir," Auguste began, "I brought a guest. I believe her name is Melodie. I thought you'd like to meet her."
"Good evening Mr.Y" Melodie said trying to hold a smile.
"I shall leave you two alone," Auguste spoke, stepping out, leaving Melodie alone with Mr. Y.
Melodie heard the door shut, and she had to admit, it was nerve wracking, and yet exciting.
"Hello Melodie."
"I'm assuming you're Mr. Y?" Melodie questioned, voice quivering nervously.
"The one and only."
"I was told you write music."
He paused and his happy expression turned to anger.
"It isn't a terrible thing. I quite enjoy it. Tragically, I am forbidden from providing some music with a voice. My mother and father forbade me from singing. They say it is dangerous. I see nothing wrong with it."
Mr. Y turned to her, "You've been silenced and have been forced to bottle up every true thought?"
Melodie sadly nodded.
" That's absurd anyone should be able to sing even if they are terrible!"
Melodie laughed.
"Who are your parents?"
"Christine Vaganova and Gleb Vaganov."
"What was your mother's maiden name."
He asked with a shaky voice.
"I believe it was Daae."
"Daae?" Mr. Y said terrified.
"Yes, sir. Why are you asking?" Melodie Vaganova felt a twinge of fear.
"I have heard your mother has an Excellent singing voice."
"Yes I believe she does."
"Well then I don't see why she won't let you sing. Hasn't she taught you things or helped you?"
"No, my father forbid either one of us to sing again. But sometimes I still do. I don't know how to explain it but it's like the music is calling to me."
"I know the feeling." He said is a low whisper.
"Do you love music?"
"Yes. I believe it is a form of love and expression."
"Can you teach?"
"Would you like me to teach you?"
Melodie paused not knowing if this was a wise decision, but somehow she felt like she could trust him.
"Yes."
"Then I will."
"Really!"
"Yes if that is what you wish."
"It is just...Please don't tell my parents." She begged.
"I swear." He said standing from his piano and kissing her hand.