The Angel Of Music - |P.O.T.O.|

Angel Of Music

Just as she commonly did after a performance, Christine walked down the stage to the underground chapel, so she could light up a candle for her father. Someway, the young girl knew that he was watching her on the play, and she needed to thank him for that great night. After all, her musical gift came from him, and was perpetuated by her tremendously talented, misterious friend.

— Brava, brava! Bravíssima! — She herd his echoing, windy voice from the shadows. The singer looked at the corners of the room, but her only company was the empty air.

— Christine! Christine! — Now it was clear that Meg, her friend, was looking for her, calling her name.

— C h r i s t i n e... — The sweet young artist smiled, the echoing wisper catching her sensitive ears.

— Where in the world have you been hiding? — She got the singer's attention, showing a warm smile. — Really, you were perfect!

It was Christine's turn to openly demonstrate her speechless smirk and flushed cheeks.

— I only wish I knew your secret... who is your great tutor? — The blondie wondered, very curious.

Actually, this secret was only known by Madame Giry, and no one else. The old lady always said it should be kept like this, or he wouldn't be pleased. But, as Meg was her daughter, and the dancers were best friends, maybe she could know as well. She could keep that secret along with them.

— Meg... — Christine began to speak. — when your mother brought me here to live. Whenever I come down here alone to light a candle for my father. A voice from above... and in my dreams. He was always there! You see... when my father was dying, he told me I would be protected by an angel. An Angel of Music!

— Christine, do you believe? — The blond was confused and incredulous. — Do you think the spirit of your father has come to you?

— Who else, Meg? Who?

Her friend got thoughtful. She couldn't know such thing, but that story was odd, indeed.

— I used to dream he'd appear before. Now as I sing, I can sense him, and I know he's here!

She got up from the ground and started looking for what seemed to be a hidden ghost, swirling around the room, closing her eyes, almost as to listen what the walls could tell her.

— Here in this room he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding. And somehow I know he's always with me; he, the unseen genius!

— Christine, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true! — She watched her attentive friend looking around with shiny eyes. — Christine, you're talking in riddles, and it is not like you...

Meg took Christine by the hand, for the star needed to come back to her dressing room, as there were lots of fans waiting for her returning, just as a concerned Madame Giry.

— Oh, Meg, it's the Angel of Music!

— Who is this angel? This... Angel of Music?

—He is my guide and guardian, my secret and strange angel!

Suddenly, a cold wind blew on the darkened corridors, and Christine shivered and paled, for she knew it. She knew that her angel could be her master and friend, yet she was aware of his worst side as well.

— And... he's with me even now.

— Your hands are cold! — The blond girl got frightened for the intense change.

— All around me...

— Your face, Christine, it's white!

— It frightens me... — She cringed the shoulders.