Love will still remain

Chapter 4

Meg's POV

I've been rehearsing for hours with no break, making sure that my performance was perfect for Erik. He never came to watch the show which always pained me. So I rehearsed. I made it better and better. I'll make it absolutely perfect, then he'll have no choice but to watch, then he'll fall in love with me.

"Meg, come take a break, it's been 4 hours." My mother calls.

"I have to make it perfect." I reply.

"Meg, this song is trash. It isn't worth this trouble." She calls to me. I know this song is garbage. It's called bathing beauty and it has no meaning.

"It's not worth the trouble." I whisper to myself. " but he is."

Just then the theater door opens and non other than Christine walks in, followed by a beautiful young girl. I'm shocked to see that she hasn't changed much. If anything she looks more mature making her even more desirable. She is going to ruin everything.

"Meg?" She says excitedly. "Is that really you?!" She comes running up I me. I can't stop the smile that comes to face. She was still my best friend and I missed her. I embraced her when she got to me.

"Christine you look beautiful" I say smiling"

"You as well Meg! It's been so long!" She says then looks at the girl at her side. " Meg, this is my daughter Gwen." I look more closely at Gwen and freeze. Those eyes. I've seen those piercing gold eyes before. No this couldn't possibly be true. I shook the thought away and smiled and said hello. She just looked up and smiled. "She doesn't say much." Christine said.

"So, Christine what are you doing here?" I ask. Please don't say you're going to sing I silently pray.

" I'm singing tomorrow night." She replies. Great.

"Oh."

"Is something wrong?"

" well you see, I'm singing tomorrow night, in fact I'm the star." It's supposed to be my spotlight.

"I had no idea" she said and looked guilty. I sighed

"It'll be an honor to share the stage with you Christine." I say and smile. I'll just have to out do you I think to myself. She smiles and then realizes Gwen was no longer standing with her. She quickly excuses herself and runs to find her. I go back to my practice and burn off all my anger.

Gwen's POV.

I got bored listening to my mother talk so I set off looking throughout the theater, in hopes of finding mister y. He intrigued me last night. He seemed different then all other people. I felt a connection when I looked into his eyes. They held a distant longing for something unearthly, same as me. I had to know more about him. I come across a trapdoor and when I get closer I can hear an organ being played. It sounded so beautiful. Nothing that any earthly composer could write. I had to know who wrote this master piece. I climbed down into the trap door and followed the melody. It was calling me to come to it. I listened intently as the music became dark. The darkness would have been overwhelming to any normal person, but this darkness explained my thoughts perfectly. I knew if I tried to speak of what was in my head then my words would fail. That's why I used music to speak. I just haven't found anyone who understands it yet. I had a feeling this person would. Whoever was playing now would understand my pain. I was getting closer and I finally reached a room with so many beautiful contraptions that other people would say are strange. In the middle of the room there was a man sitting at an organ. I've seen him before. The music continued to envelope me, and I felt his pain. This music told me a story of longing and of loss. Then there was hope. Hope of a new beginning. I walked closer.

"Mister Y?"

Erik's POV

I was playing my life song. A melody so twisted and dark that human ears could not intake it without being scarred. I played this tune way to often but this time I added something to the end. The sound of hope. Christine was coming back to me. She was my new start, and I had a daughter. She gave me another reason to live. I was finishing up playing when I soft beautiful voice called from behind me.

"Mister Y?"

I whipped around to see my daughter standing there, looking at me in awe.

"Gwen! Are you alright? How much did you hear?!" Oh god did I just scar my own child?!

"T-that music." She starts but she can't finish. Her brow furrows and her eyes dim. She sighs and looks at my organ. "May I?" She asks. I nod and slide over and she sits next to me. She lightly brushes her fingers over the keys. "It was dark." She said and I looked at her to see a dark look in her eyes. It's the same look I get when I'm living off of music. "I-it explained my thoughts..." She trailed off. I just stared at her. She understands.

"Y-you can take it" she nods.

"Oh yes! It explains everything I'm thinking! I-I don't talk much because I can never truly say what I think, but th-that music explained it all." She said. This girl was truly amazing.

"You're only 13." I whisper.

"Age doesn't determine how you see life." She said looking up at me. "Are you scared that I'll found out?" That question took me back.

"Find out about what?" I ask interested in what she had to say.

"About your deformity." She said nonchalantly.

"Who told you about- " she cut me off

"No one told me. I just figured that's why you would hide. I mean why else would you open a freak show? You feel at home here because these people will except you because they have their own insecurities." She said looking up at me.

"How do you do that?" I ask still astonished by what she just said. It was all true.

"Your eyes give it away." She said staring into my eyes with an intensity that only I have given. So that's what that feels like. "I-I don't want to make you angry, but may I see?" I look away, I don't want her to be repulsed by me. " please, you're not the only one with scars." She says resting her hand in my back. I turn and face her. "I'll show you my scars, if it will make you feel more secure." All I can do is stare at her. She turns so that her back is facing me. She then holds up her hair reveling scars that trailed all the way down her neck. My eyes widen, they looked just like mine. I take a deep breath as she turns and faces me again. "They run down my back as well." She states.

"I-I'm so sorry" I choke out. I did that to her. She shakes her head.

"I don't need pity. Pity only makes a person weak." I nod, understanding what she was saying. She reaches for my mask and I tense. she sighs and pulls her hand away, then looks down at the organ. To my surprise she begins to play with a dark intensity. It's astonishing. All I can do is stare at her.

"Gwen?! Erik?!" I hear Christine call. Gwen stops playing at looks at me with glazed over eyes.

"Erik?" She asks looking confused.

" stay here, alright?" She nods and I go to get Christine.