It was a Sunday I met her, walking through a park at night when everyone was at home asleep. I don't know why I approached her, just some random street girl she was, but i had to find out her entire life story from some reason. She said her parents died when she was 13 then lived with her grandmother till she was 18 then was kick to the curve and was on the street for 2 years. Somehow managed to avoid selling her backside that entire time. Fired from 3 work houses for having no real skill in anything other that singing. I asked her to sing for me, and she looked at me with a blush.
"I'm not very good."
"Well let me decide for that."
She stood straight and cleared her throat.
"That hurts the voice. Drink water instead."
She blushed then nodded. What was with all the blushing?
Then she opened her mouth and sang. A coloratura soprano. In my opinion they were the most pleasing to hear, but her voice made others sound like cats with their tales stepped on. I could hear nothing but her the moment she began.
She finished before I wanted her to.
"That…that was lovely."
She blushed some more
"Untaught…but lovely."
She stopped. "My parents wanted me to sing…but my grandmother said I was to become a nun. I didn't want to do it…and then I got fed up with her and told her I would never be one, and she told me to leave."
"Not a very good Grandmother."
"No…but family."
She said to the man who killed his abusive parents.
"What's your name dear?"
"My name…my name is Christine Daae."
"Daae…." I knew that name. "Are you by any chance related to a Gustave Daae?"
"You knew my father?"
A smile crept to my face under my mask. He gave me his coat on the coldest day of winter, he saw my bare face and didn't scream. Then let me stay in his house for the night. All I had to do for him and play my violin for his wife.
"I met him once, on a trip to Sweden. A shame he's gone…."
She nodded and looked down. "He use to tell me stories about an angel of music. An angel that played music is beautifully it made the greatest opera singer sound like a dying animal. He said the angel could teach someone with no musical ability for 10 minutes and afterwards that person could write an entire opera worth of heaven's light. Or a small baby could see him pass briefly and would grow up to be a prodigy."
Her father told me I was blessed by that angel.
"I use to love that story."
Right then I had some strange idea I could be her angel. I could teach her to sing like an angel. With my teaching she could be the star of the opera house I haunted.
"it's not just a story Christine…."