Your Angel // The Phantom of the Opera // Sequel to Guardian Angel

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   I sighed after I layed down in my bed. Erik protested sleeping, I undertand. He doesnt normally sleep. And I guess I dont either because I was already up, not being able to fall asleep. To solve my problem I walked into my living room that held my mini organ. Ever since Erik taught me how to play I have been practicing new songs. But today I didnt want to play one of those.  I wanted to play the own Erik first taught me.
     I pressed the first not and decided it was too loud, time to close all the doors. Once I did so, I sat down and placed my hands in the correct positions, and I played. Playing came naturally now, esspecially when I play this song. I close my eyes and it seemed that my fingers knew exactly where to go on their own. I hummed along to the familiar tune and smiled, content with the music.
     A long hand rested on my shoulder. I yelped and bunped a sour note with my elbow. I whipped around and saw Erik looming over me.

     "Oh! You scared me, did I wake you?" I ask.
     "Not exactly, I don't really sleep much." He said and sat next to me.
     "We we both really should be asleep it is," I looked at my phone for the time. "12am"
     "This generation is very advanced." He said while looking at my phone.
     "Yeah I guess so. Hey, promise me that when you go back you wont tell anyone of these okay?" I say sternly, cant have him jumpstart the future.
     "Of course, but I dont want to leave you."
     I smile and play with my bracelt Caroline gave me, "I dont want you to leave either, but I cant keep you here."
     He nods agreeingly and looks at the organ longingly, "may I?"
     "Go right ahead." I say and he starts to play. "Man I missed your playing." I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder.

     Eventually I fell asleep and didnt even notice. Erik knows he has that affect on people. Rude, I wanted to continue hearing him play. I awoke in my bed with my jeans and tshirt on from yesterday. Damn, was I uncomfortable.
     I get up and change into new clothes for today, leggings and a sweatshirt. I looked at Damon, sleeping on my bed in a ray of sunshine, ironic. Damon is a full black cat, perfect for a name like that. I got Damon after I came back last year, it was Caroline's Idea to help me out with my "sadness". I smiled at the incomming  memory of me and my friends. I took my phone from the charger on my beside table, it was 9am, surprising, its quite late for me.
     I eventually left the safety of my room and saw Erik at his natural habitat, my organ. He was composing, I could infer that from his slouched position and wadded paper on the floor. I guess he continued his old hobbies, not that its a bad thing, his music is a blessing. I made some coffee while listening to the music. Once the coffee was done I poured a cup and walked into the living room.

     "Do you want some coffee mon ange?" I ask, walking over to the organ.
     He just nods, focusing at his work. I place the coffee on the tip if the organ. "Thank you."
     "Of course." I smile.

     Today will be a chill day, but maybe I'll practice a few of my dances. With that thought pinned I sit on my couch and watch Erik compose. Not going to lie, its ammusing to see him toss a newly crumbled peice of paper on the floor, missing the trash can completely and occasionally grumbling in annoyance. Eventually I got tired of the silence and spoke up.

     "What are you composing?" I asked, sitting up from my slouch.
     His shoulders sagged defeatedly when realizing he had gotten nowhere. "I'm writing a song."
     "Well duh, is it for anything specific?" It could be for an opera, a musical, or just a song in general.
     "No," he says, "not yet atleast, its just to ramble."
     I nod and put my finished drink on the coffee table, his is barely touched. I stand up and sit on the stool. "Play me what you have?" I look over the mysic sheets and smile at what has been made so far.
     Erik gets ready to play after taking a long sip of the much needed coffee, "okay."
His song was lovely, it encaptured the feelings of love but also the dangers and pain of it. Through the song my eyes began to tear up at how sad yet happy the song was. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. He ended at a low sound and I suggested more notes that would sound good after.
"Thank you ange, thats perfect." He said and smiled.
"Not a problem." I smiled widely at the praise and stood up, "now, I must go practice my dance."

I walked into my dance room, my office but in a seperate section, and thought of a good song to practice too. I physically hummed the first song that came to mind and it was Killer Queen by the queens themselves, Queen.
I went over to my speaker and put the song on, hopefully Erik wont be distrcted by this because my walls were padded with sound proof. I did this for my neighbors sake. The familiar beginning played and I immediantly was uplifted by the beat of the song.
I started to dance with whatever came to mind and let my body do the work. I did this with ease, sancing was a second sense for me. Dancing made me feel free and I could express myself however I liked. This is why I took many courses of dance in college. I dont think I'll do dance as a profession but it was deffinately considered and a hobby I will continue. I embraced the music and smiled to myself. Killer Queen always was one of my favourite Queen songs.