Bring Me to Life

Epilogue

Epilogue - ten years later

Three children were playing when one of them fell slipped and hit her head on a branch on the floor.

"Josette!" cried Christine, running to see her daughter. "Are you all right?"

"It was her own fault for not paying attention!" said a very blonde boy, named Philippe.

"And I didn't do anything!" said a little blonde girl, named Meg.

Josette cried at her heart's content.

Erik showed up and started to sing. Josette stopped immediately.

"Thank you, Erik! These weekends are the best!" said Christine.

"I beg to differ," said Raoul, sullen, reading newspaper on the porch.

"Hey, don't complain about our country house!" mock-ordered Melissa, leaving the house through the cottage's cute door.

Melissa's dream had come true. She abandoned everything to live in the country. Plus, she was getting too old to stay as a ballerina.

"Maman, lunch is ready!" a very beautiful girl, black haired, probably in her elevens, called them.

"We all know that when Rachella calls, we must go." said Melissa.

"I'm not hungry now! I want to take a stroll with Rachella!" said Josette.

They all looked at each other.

Rachella went towards Josette.

"What does my little one want?"

And they both went into the meadow.

"I want you to tell me the story of The Angel of the Music. Maman won't tell me anything. Neither to me, nor to Meg. Or even Philippe."

Rachella just gave a musical laughter and said.

"There's no such thing as-"

"I know there is! And there is a Phantom, and an ingenue! The story must be passed through generations, please, please, Rachella! How can you sing like an Angel? And your father as well? It is too much of a coincidence! I hear Maman talking in her dreams and she and Papa fighting about a ring!"

Rachella stared at the horizon and sighed.

"All right. I'll tell. But it dies with you."