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

The Music Of The Night

His gaze turned back to her. He still couldn't believe she was finally there. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality. He wasn't able to count the times he rehearsed that moment in his head. The day had come at last, and he wanted it to be perfect. It needed to be. Therefore, without further ado, his husky, mesmerizing voice took the room at once.

— Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation;
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently, the senses abandon their defenses.

The man tasted every contact and glance with amazement. His muse was indeed much more graceful and soft as when he could only watch her from the shadows. And he knew his feelings were much greater than a simple teaching relationship. He would never dare to say it out loud, but he fell for that girl, who he watched become an irresistible, sweet lady. And her voice... it had the most pure and highly perfect tunes. She was different from the others. She sang with her heart, just as the most dedicated prayer. He needed that woman to him in so many ways.

— Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day;
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light,
And listen to the Music of the Night.

He showed the young singer all he had. He let her walk on her own and discover his pitiful, messy, secret world, and she couldn't even think how was it possible to live so lonely. Christine had so many questions, so many inquiries. And her heart longed to discover all the misteries which surrounded her Angel of Music. She truly wanted to courageously board on that dark, deep, sweet adventure.

— Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams;
Purge all thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.
And you'll live as you've never lived before.

That place was so different from anything she had ever seen. And it provided so many echoes, which caressed her soul in a desperate need to be heard. Christine's chest held the heavy air, and her eyes instantly closed with the intimate touch, and she could feel her core overflowing with emotion. She couldn't make a noise, for the melody was too pure and true to be disturbed. As the masked man's high note began to fade, the youngest let the air race out of her lungs, and her vision clarified. By all the angels in the sky, what was that feeling? What sort of spell was this?

— Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight;
The darkness of the Music of the Night.

The music was their first contact, and became their greatest bond. For it, he had the need to show her his music. In that place, he discovered the delicacy and strength of the darkess, so misunderstood, so beautiful. The composer learned to see the beauty underneath the fear of the unknown, and his wish at the present moment was for Christine to see and feel it as well. She was the voice which was missing in his music. She was the missing piece to his grief and loneliness. She was the light to his darkness. She was the one who could complete him.

— Let your mind start a journey
To a strange new world.
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me...

His way of extending his arms to her direction and showing the seductive side of the darkness made Miss Daaé comprehend the masked man's beliefs. It was seducing, charming and free, just as him. The song was a persuasive invitation to dive in where she most wanted: a life bathed in music and art, her greatest passions.