Hallow Notes
Prologue
The waves crashed against the rocks on the beaches of Perros, but the little girl who sat in the trees by the beach didn't pay much attention to the music of the shores.
No she was more concerned with the song in her heart. She sat among the small trees, her knees curled up to her chest, not caring if her dress was being wrinkled under the grass.
Not caring what anyone else saw or heard or thought, she sat in the shade of the trees, singing out loud.
Her papa had stayed home in the cottage, and she had wandered off to the shore by herself, proud of the fact that her papa trusted her to be alone. She enjoyed these holidays to the sea shore and she loved to sing. Back home, it was proper for little girls to sing out aloud with no one asking them to. She supposed it wasn't proper here either, but at least there were no adults around to scold her.
She was so wrapped up in her song, that she didn't notice the figure that had stood beside her. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see the shadow at her feet. Completely unaware if the person was a friend or foe. A dangerous position for a little girl to be in.
"Excuse me?"
She looked up and was relieved to see that the person watching her was another girl her age. Then she was embarrassed for being interrupted for truth be told, she was very shy.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to stop. I just wanted to tell you…."
The other girl was very pretty, by the far the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She had bright blond curls that looked almost white compared to her own dark blond strands. Her eyes were a deep brown like a piece of chocolate and her skin was pale as the sand. She wore a lovely blue frock of the latest fashion, trimmed with lace and topped with a bonnet to match.
She felt embarrassed at her own clothes. This girl probably was only going to make fun of her for her shabby clothes and obnoxious singing.
"That your voice is beautiful!" the other girl exclaimed.
She looked up in surprise. Surely she was joking.
"I'm a famous singer myself, you know! Well I'm not famous yet but I will be." The other girl chattered on. "My aunts say it's not proper for a girl like me to want to be a singer, but my big brother will let me do anything I want. He lets me have music lessons so I can be an opera singer….in Paris!"
She sat enthralled at the girl's words.
"Your voice is so lovely. Perhaps you should be an opera singer too!"
She blushed. The idea of being a great singer was so foreign to her. She just liked simple music. Still she had to admit to herself it felt nice to be receiving such complements from a stranger. A stranger who was clearly a well born aristocrat.
"Oh I haven't even introduced myself" she exclaimed. "My brothers say I talk to much for my own good anyway." She extended a hand down which was covered in a dainty lace glove. "I'm Genevieve de Chagny, but you can call me Genny. My brothers do. What's your name?"
She starred at the pretty glove on the small hand, trying hard not appear nervous. Finally, she grasped the hand, knowing it as a true sign of friendship.
"Christine…Christine Daae."