“That was a wonderful show.” I say with gratitude. “Thank you, Raoul.” We walk down the stairs.
“Your welcome.” He replies. “Oh, I think Mrs. Giry is waving at us.” Sure enough Mrs. Giry is. Her hair is in a tight, but lose 1860’s hair-do. She has a stick in her hand along with wearing a maxi skirt and boots. Although she does look older than usual, her strictness is still there.
“Hello, Christine, dear.” She kisses my cheek. “I heard about your father, and I should take the blame.” She says, “I wasn’t there when he disappeared, I should have been.”
“I don’t blame you, Mrs. Giry.” I say. It wasn’t her fault.
“Madame.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s ‘Madame Giry’ at the Opera House.” She states like I should already know that.
“’Madame Giry’ suits you.” Raoul smirks, “The ballet was great.”
“Thank you, Raoul. Although I may be head of the ballet, the real head of the Populaire is the Phantom.”
“The ‘Phantom’” I inquire. “What kind of tale is this?”
“It’s not a tale, dear. The Phantom of the Opera haunts the Opera House and all its wonders.” Madame Giry remarks, “Christine, you should audition for the lead for Hannibal.”
“I thought the Italian woman was the Prima Donna?” Raoul smiles at me when I look at him. I turn my face.
“Ah, yes, well, Carlotta is the Prima Donna, but the managers want another girl who could be the lead for Hannibal. Someone with an intelligent mind, voice and beauty for the role.” She gives a look at me. “I think Christine is the one.”
“I don’t think so.” I add. “I’ve never sung in front of hundreds of people and I haven’t taken any singing lessons.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t try, Christine.” Raoul tells me. “I’ll pay for whatever singing lessons you need.”
Raoul had changed. He used to be so arrogant sometimes. I could see he really wanted me to, but I couldn’t sing. “Well, I’ll audition one song.” I don’t feel very confident.
“Good, dear. Auditions are the day after tomorrow at 3:00pm.” Madame Giry says, “Oh, I know someone who will teach you lessons.”
“Madame Giry, I don’t--”
“Never mind, Christine. This person will help you tomorrow at noon.” Says the older woman.
Raoul pulls me to towards the front door. Rain pours down like cats and dogs. We get to Raoul’s car and he opens the door for me. I soaked to the skin, and cold.
“The heat will be on in the minute.” Raoul says. I look into his pale blue eyes while he looks at the heating controls. He’s not as handsome as Erik. Why am I even thinking about Erik? I should hate him. But now I guess I want someone who cares about me more than anything and-
Raoul gives me a kiss on lips. I was shocked when he did it. “I had to do that.” Raoul says tasting his lips. The kiss itself was innocent. However the implication wasn’t.
“Listen, Raoul.” I start saying. “I feel rather uncomfortable about this whole relationship thing.”
“Christine. I need you. You’re the only girl I want.” He kisses again, but this time passionately on my lips. It felt good. Like I had been taken into the arms of my soul mate.
“See what I mean. You’re beautiful.”
I smile. This wasn’t like any kiss I’ve had. It felt good to be loved again by a man. Not Erik. But someone I really know. Maybe everything in life will get better.
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Captive Angel
Fanfiction"I will marry you." Erik Desslar's ominous words spoken to 16 year-old Christine Daae were frightening enough without it actually happening. Will being his captive angel turn into something more or will her life fall? -Modern Day
