My first day at the Opera House was perfect. Yes, I missed the Paris OPera House, but there was no way we could ever go back to it. Erik grumbled curses as I left the next morning, leaving him in charge of the children.
"I am not going to be a stay at home Father, you know.' He snapped as I donned my cloak. I nodded and pecked his cheek. "I know, Darling. When we get you a job, we will simply have to hire a nanny." I said before skipping out and to my new occupation.
The day went by smoothly, besides some jealous whispers and wild rumors from the ballet rats. I asked the managers to keep my name a secret and for everyone to think I was a simple French girl and not a former Opera star and kidnapping victim.
The Opera we were performing was Faust, and to my delight, I was Maguerite. The Jewel Song had me in tears because of it's beauty and grace. The chorus was astounded by my "Angelic voice." I grinned after each song, and applauded the chorus after theirs. I knew what it was like to be a simple chorus girl, longing to be in the lime light..
After rehearsals, I walked home, my mood merry and the weather perfect. It was fall, and the trees were turning orange and red. I took in a breath of the city air, and for a moment, I thought I was still in Paris. But was snatched out of my daydream by a carriage almost running me over. I cried out and ran closer to the sidewalk, cursing the driver as I went.
When I got home, I heard the babbling of children and the snapping of an irritated father. I sighed nad hung up my cloak before hurrying to the kitchen where they were all waiting. "Mother!" Annabel cried, flinging herself into my arms. I laughed and hugged her tiny frame. "Angel, have you had a nice day?" I asked her, smiling into her chesnut curls. She shrugged and pulled away to look at me.
"Papa couldn't dress me, so I had to go to Ms. Abby's house and ask." She bragged proudly. I sighed and glared at Erik before putting the child down and turning to Elsa who was playing with a doll. "Did you behave?" I asked her, tapping her nose with my finger. She giggled and shook her head. I laughed and stood up, sighing.
"What does the bunch want for supper?"
Annabel shouted requests while Elsa threw her doll across the room.
My life was no longer simply about being on stage. And part of me hated it.
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My Angel of Music
FanfikceWhat if in the final lair scene of Phantom of the Opera Christine makes a different decision? But what if this decision is the wrong one? Or maybe The phantom won't accept her love. And if he does will it last?
