Diclaimer: I do not own any POTO characters. This is complety out of my own head. I do not own and POTO storyline's or music.
He paced back and forth in front of his organ, thoughts racing through his head. He knew she was closer to him, so close he could feel it, Just a little longer and he knew she would be there. He had only to wait, but it seemed like he had been waiting for the longest time. Hell, he had been waiting more than a lifetime, a couple of life time
He sat down and began to play, letting the music flow through him, let his feelings be expressed through the music flowing forth from the instrument. He started to hum, and then to sing, to her…..
Rose sat up abruptly in bed, hearing the last strains of music that had been playing in her dreams. The music was beautiful, being sung by a voice that could have been that of an angel's. She was always standing near a lake in a chamber that seemed to be under ground, or below a large building, looking at a man from behind. The voice came from him, but she had yet to see what he looked like. All she could tell was that he had raven black hair and a presence that seemed to be too large to be confined in such a small place. She could tell he was a genius, a master at his craft. She had never heard music like that before, yet she could tell he also seemed lonely. His feelings coming through so clearly in his music, his longing, his heartache. She wanted to see him, comfort him, yet every time she started to approach she would awaken, left to wonder.
The dreams had started in the past few weeks, ever since she had received news of her wonderful opportunity to be able to study at the Paris Opera House, or The Opera Populaire. It had been a long hoped for dream, and when it had become a reality she had been overjoyed. Yet since that night she had been haunted by theses dreams of a lonely figure, who slowly seemed to be capturing her heart through his music. "Oh stop Rose," she thought, "It's only a dream, nothing more. You cannot fall in love with a man you've never seen, especially since it's only a dream! Get your silly thoughts under control!" Rose sighed and lied back in bed, rolling over to try to find a comfortable position. "It's just a dream, no matter how much you would like it to be real."
Rose's plane touched down and a man who worked at the Populaire was waiting to take her to the Opera House. As soon as she arrived she was greeted by the dancing mistress, Madame Giry, who showed her to the rooms which the dancing girls lived in and instructed her that her work would begin tomorrow. "I will allow you this day to rest and recover from your travels, but starting tomorrow you must practice like the other girls. I do not allow tardiness nor laziness." Madame Giry began to close the door, then stopped and added one final thing. "You must have been quite a talented dancer to be able to receive a scholarship to study here. I shall be watching your performance with great interest." Madame Giry closed the door firmly behind her, finally leaving Rose to get acquainted with her new surroundings. "Do you know how lucky you are right now? You're finally here, your dream come true. Better not do anything to mess this up for yourself. This is something that only happens once in a lifetime." Rose sat down her bags and began her new life
She was finally here. He had felt it the moment she had stepped foot into the Opera House. Soon she would be with him and he could begin the process of helping her to remember who she was, who he was, and the passion they had shared. The was no one to get in the way this time, of that he would make sure. He prepared for tomorrow, for that was when he would first make his appearance known to his angel.