Hybristophilia (Phantom of the Opera x Reader)

2.4

Wanting to distract myself from what had just happened with Buquet, I return to my room to get one last practice in before the performance tonight. I play through the most difficult parts, making sure not to play so much that my arms get sore. I practice the same parts again and again until I get them correct three times in a row. Satisfied, I pack my violin back up and focus on my form in the mirror. I smile at myself for self-confidence. You are more likely to succeed if you go in with a positive mindset.

"You play very well," a voice breaks my thoughts. My head whips towards the door, looking for who entered my room. "You also have a stunning smile." Someone was in my room, but I hadn't heard them enter, "Thanks? Who am I speaking to?" The voice chuckles softly, "I am the Angel of Music."

I place my hands on my hips, "Is that so? Prove it." The chuckles a bit louder this time, "If you insist." He begins to sing, and I recognize it as the song from the lake. I step back, my flight response kicking in. This is the siren from the lake!

"Is something wrong, (Y/N)?" My head was filled with too many thoughts at once, "How do you know my name??" "I told you," his voice twists a little, "I am the Angel of Music." I rested my palm against my forehead, "Huh..." I face the mirror, "I'm sorry, your voice just reminded me of something. I'd prefer not to talk about it. Oh, and for the record, your voice is otherworldly." The voice is silent for a moment. "I won't press. Though, I must be on my way now. Play your best at the opera tonight, I will be watching. I will come to you again soon." The voice is gone.

Come to me again? Why would an angel want to meet with me, a human, again? He could be referring to death, or...the hidden passageway behind Christine's mirror.