Christine Daves smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sure the clothes were wrong but the hair and face were perfect. Her dad's voice floated up stairs weakly "Christine," he said "come down, I've been calling for ages - we'll be late"
Christine set off in her dad's Honda jazz; they'd got a smaller car after her mum died. They arrived at the theatre; the banner of phantom of the opera was up. Christine smiled at the picture of Christine Daae, they looked exactly alike, the smile, the hair, everything. During the performance Christine was transfixed, how unbelievably talented was Andrew Lloyd Webber. At the end of the performance Christine rose up, clapping with all her might. She turned round to see her dad, he was sitting there asleep maybe, but not moving, Christine panicked,
"Help!" she shouted "my dad he's... Help please"

Christine Daves sat there crying in the relatives room alone, she heard footsteps coming up, she dried her eyes and looked, as her friend Melanie Grey came up with her mum, the nurse came in.
"I'm sorry there is nothing we can do, he hasn't passed, yet but maybe you'd like a few moments alone with him"
Christine walked up "Christine, when I'm gone, I'll still be here, your angel of music, your music of the night"
He took her hand and kissed it, then his eyes closed and Christine knew they would never open again. Christine leant over and kissed his forehead. Christine walked out tears pouring down her face. Melanie came up and hugged her.
"Where am I going to, Mel?"
Mrs Grey came up "You'll be living in the drama school, where we live, I'll look after you, dear"
Christine nodded, she went home and collected her stuff, she bumped into Raoul, her next door neighbour, his Dad owned the drama school,

"Hi" she said breathlessly,

He hugged her, "I'm so sorry, little Lottie"
Christine settled into her new room which she shared with 3 other girls, one was Mel, all fell asleep easily. In the distance she heard a song. Could this possibly be the angel of music, her father?

Christine got up, succumbing to the sound of the music, she grabbed her dressing gown, slippers and the picture of her father, followed the voice, her heart beating like crazy. It lead her to a Chapel and through a door that Christine suspected that no-one knew about as it was so well hidden, inside were two candles, Christine lit a match, lit both candles and put the picture in between the two candles then, feeling a strong sense of loss, she sat down in front of it and let the tears fall.
"Dad, I don't know how long I can be strong for, I need your guidance, seeing you in dreams Isn't enough, I cant succeed with just that, I cant do all the things you wished of me, I just cant"
The song started up again.
"Don't cry, my Christine,
The Angel of music is here
Don't fret, my Christine
The music of the night
Will comfort you
Comfort you
I am here, my Christine
Here to stay
I am here again
I won't go away
Sing Christine
Sing to me
Sing to the Angel of music
Sing the music of the night"

Christine gasped, but suddenly sang
"Where are you now, Father
I still need you here
Come out hiding, please
Let me see you
I need your guidance
I need you
I have your song
I have your words
Are they enough
You gave me the song
You gave me words
You just need to be here"

Christine sat on the window ledge next to the stained glass window, and suddenly some beautiful music came and rocked Christine to sleep. In the morning she woke up in the dormitory, it wasn't a dream, her picture was gone and had been replaced with a note
"Christine, come here any night you want, I will be there hidden, but still there, I will guide you still, I will teach you"
Christine folded the note up and put it in the dormitory she sat up waiting for Mel to wake up, waiting for the next night to begin.