A Sky of Perfect Blue
Summery: This is a combination the 1965 movie, A Patch of Blue, and, of course, Phantom of the Opera. If you have never seen the former that is fine, but if you have and liked it you should enjoy this. It is modern day and involves Erik and Christine.
A/N: This idea just came to me after watching A Patch of Blue. I highly recommend it to everyone. I have not abandoned my other story so don't worry. It is just taking a long time to update cause college is crazy. Now, on to the story. Enjoy!!!!!!
Chapter 1: Exciting Possibilities
Waking up, Christine lay still, keeping her eyes closed. It allowed her to remember her dream easier. Last nights dream had been so much different from her others. Much more detailed.
The other dreams began with her standing somewhere unknown to her. It was completely dark; just like her waking moments. Then she would realize her eyes were closed and she would tilt back her head. Not knowing if she would see anything, her eyes opened slowly as if having to adjust to a bright light. But there was not a bright light. Instead, it was what she understood to be an endless cloudless blue sky above.
She sighed at the very thought of last nights dream. This time she had known where she was and why. It had begun with her lying down on the grass with closed eyes. Its soft prickly tips tickled her skin. Her arms had been limp at her sides and her chocolate curls cushioned her head. A gentle breeze danced across her body. She could hear the leaves rustle and the birds sing. She felt the warmth from the kind sun. She hummed to herself softly as she soaked up every sound and smell around her. After a few more moments she would open her eyes and see that same perfect blue sky. Then, just like her other dreams, it ended. Nothing else seen.
This dream had caused her to hope. It had been more real and she knew why. It was the park. She went yesterday and she felt it was imperative she go there again today.
The park had been so wonderful; so full of life. It was nice to be free of this stuffy old apartment once in a while.
There was only one problem: how to get there. Her kind neighbor and employer, Mr. Faber, had taken her yesterday, but he would not be going that way today.
Ole Pa, he was her solution. Surely he would take her if she asked. He traveled passed the park everyday to and from work.
Her spirits lifted, Christine got up, stretched, and pulled on her robe. She nearly skipped over to the oven with joy. Now all she had to do was make breakfast, wake up Ole Pa, ask him if he would take her, and then wake up…Roseanne.
How could she have been so stupid? Roseanne would never let her leave. She never let her do anything. Maybe she would allow her if she begged and promised to have dinner ready on time. It would take a lot of begging.
After popping the toast in the toaster she walked over the Ole Pa and began to shake him.
"Ole Pa," she said. "Ole Pa, wake up. It's time for you to get ready."
She heard the old man stir but not wake. She shrugged her shoulders and went to Roseanne.
"Roseanne," she yelled in the woman's ear.
"What?" the woman muttered as she clutched her head in her hands.
"It's time to get up," Christine answered.
"Not so loud damn it."
"Hangover?"
"You think? Go make yourself useful for a change."
Christine nodded and went to set the table. She heard Roseanne get up and dress.
"Get up old man," she heard her mother yell at Ole Pa just before she hit him.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting up," he said and turned over.
Christine turned to walk across the room, but knocked over something. She heard it clatter to the floor and open unleashing hundreds of beads onto the floor.
"No," she cried in panic. She fell to her knees and began feeling around for them.
"You clumsy ugly useless girl!" Roseanne yelled. "Why do I even keep you around?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't see-"
"You never see anything," she said cruelly.
"Roseanne!" he screamed at her as he jumped out of his bed.
"What you old fart?" she said rounding on him.
"You know what you fat-"
"Don't you dare," she said pointing a finger in his face. Then she turned around and grabbed a piece of toast. "Don't forget to have dinner on the table by the time I get back," she said to Christine and then walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Ole Pa shook his head and bent down beside his granddaughter slowly. He picked up the beads she had missed and put them back in the case.
"It's all my fault I should not be so clumsy," Christine said.
"No, no. It's ok. None of it is your fault. It could have happened to anyone. Besides, you know how she is. She is just, shall we say, high strung," he said with a smile.
He then picked up all the necklaces and counted them as he set them down in the box with the beads.
"You sure did get a lot done yesterday. Mr. Faber will be really pleased with your work."
Christine smiled seeing an opening. "Yes I did. I was at the park. I think I work faster there." She looked at him uncertainly. "I don't supposed you could take me there today. Could you?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, Christine, I don't think Roseanne will like that too much."
"She never has to know. You can pick me up right after work. I'll even have dinner ready before she gets home."
"In that case…" his voice trailed off as if he needed a lot of time to consider an answer.
"Oh please Ole Pa. Please," she begged.
"Ok, as long as you have dinner ready by the time she gets back."
"I will," she said nodding her head. "I promise."
She quickly made her way to her closet and took out a skirt and blouse.
"How do I look?" she asked when she was ready.
"You look beautiful."
"You're sure? I don't look too hideous, do I?" she asked, still worried.
"You're not hideous. You are quite a vision. Don't listen to Roseanne," he said.
She nodded but did not allow herself to believe him.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Ummm, do you know what I did with my teeth?"
"They should be in the glass by your bed."
"Oh," he said and went to retrieve them. "All right, lets go."
Holding on to Ole Pa's arm, Christine existed the apartment feeling that today would be one to remember. It felt almost as if her entire life would change in just a few hours.
A/N: Please review and let me know what you think. No flamers.