Chapter 5: In The Mirror

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10 years later....

I took a breath as Christine sang the high note of the last song in the performance. The audience was wild. For 10 years she's been waiting and finally she made it. I am so proud of her. I love her so much. After the show Christine was talking to Meg about me. She has not seen me yet but that will change tonight. I truly think she can see the beauty in my broken face.
I believe in time she will learn to love me. Madame Giry came in and gave Christine a note.
Strange. Why would someone send her a note? There is no man in her life because that's me. "A red scarf the attic little Lotte".  Before I could react there was a boy talking to Christine. "Oh Raoul so it is you!" She hugged him. He held his hands on her shoulders at this point my blood is boiling. He tried to take Christine out to dinner but she can't she is coming with me and she needs her rest and tea leave her alone you freaking idiot!! He would'nt take no for an answer.

Mercury against a sheath of black
Mocks the image the silver echoes back
Half darkness half light in the mirror
Glass shatters and my soul splits apart no music no lyric in the heart
Half human half gargoyle
In the mirror
An instrument of cruelty
The mirrors bitter truth
Reflecting all that I am not
Projecting dying hope fading youth
But then I saw her I loved her
In the mirror
Innocence and a soul purely born
A fragile girl forsaken and forlorn
Half child half woman in the mirror
An instrument of cruelty
The mirrors bitter truth
Reflecting all that I am not
Projecting dying hope fading youth
But then I saw her I loved her in the mirror
The flame is kindled at last our souls unite sparks of glory melt the winter blight
Our music soars the light is in her song
A distant dream were phantoms don't belong
Her touch her tears half love half fear her sigh her kiss half pain half bliss
Do I hope may I dream should I dare believe? Does the mirror speak the truth or does the glass deceive?
Could she be mine my love my bride?
Or will she turn away and cast the fool aside? Will she love this broken hearted angel will I finally be free from the beast looking back at me
In the mirror!

Finally he was gone and I decided to take my anger out just so that she remembered the promise. Do not see another.

Insolent boy this slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool! This brave young suiter
Sharing in my triumph!

Scared as she was she begged for my forgiveness. I smiled a little. This is to easy.

Flattering child you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I'am there inside!

I opened the mirror and I reached out for her. I took her warm soft hand in mine and led her out of her world and into mine.

I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music...

I'm shore you can guess the rest...

                         THE END


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