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Living here in the opera house has been quite fun, listening to the other ballerina's still whisper of the "opera ghost". Even though I know that He is not a ghost, he is a man with a deformed face. For what my mother told me when I was four before she died. Oddly I remember what she told me of her "Angel of Music". I still find ballerina's stories about him quite interesting that they have the nerve to speak of it more importantly speak of my mother, when he's around…in the shadows. Now I can't say I've seen him, because I haven't . But my mother has told me so many things about him, some of them good and some of them bad. For example, he tried to kill my father, the Vicomte Dechangne, or Raoul. But I never really knew my father anyways, he died when I was very young of some cancer. And then when Mother died(she was sick also, but not because of cancer), Meg Giry, a close friend of my mother brought me here, and she has been taking care of me ever since. Speaking of which, If I am late She is going to chew me out big time!
I got to the stage as quickly as I could, it's a long walk from the dormitories so of course I ran. But I was still late.
"Erin, why are you late?" Meg would ask.
I had to come up with some excuse, I could not handle her chewing me out again. People say she was not this strict. But ever since she became the ballet instructor when Madame Giry –her mother- stepped down, she became just as strict as she was.
"Meg, I'm so sorry. I became just a little sick. But I am fine now. It was just something I ate at breakfast."
"Alright, but don't let it happen again!" then she walked over to the other side to help one of our new girls with her leaps. Then as soon as she was over there. Sarah, one of the ballerinas who thinks she is "all that" Comes over to where I am standing and does what she normally does, torments me. But this time she went to far.
"Oh look, it's the late bird." She would start.
"The term is early bird." I replied correcting her.
"But your not an early bird, so I couldn't call you that now could I?"
"whatever."
"Aww, did someone get their feelings hurt." She laughed alongside some other ballerinas who had been watching.
"Can you please just go away so I can rehearse like we are supposed to be doing."
"Your just like your mom, always practicing make sure its right. I bet you even have an angel to teach you that too."
This got to me, and I finally lost it.
"Don't you ever talk about my mother like that! Or her angel of music!" I yelled loud enough that it echoed the whole auditiorium.
"Oh yeah, and whats going to stop me? You? Oh please. Your mother wouldn't hurt a fly, and neither will you!"
At that I couldn't take it anymore, I balled up my fist and landed it right in her eye. She fell to the floor screaming. Meg rushed over, gave me a mean look that told me I was in for it now. I didn't care though. I took off running. I only knew a place I could go to calm dow -the chapel.
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