Phantom of the Opera
The Music of the Night
Disclaimer: POTO is not mine, it only belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Christine stared at her Angel of Music, her teacher standing in front of his miraculous organ, staring straight at her, him overpowering her with his presence. His melodious voice began to fill her ears.
"Nighttime sharpens,
Heightens each sensation…
Darkness stirs,
And wakes imagination…
Silently the senses…
Abandon their defenses…"
"Here." he commanded as he directed her gaze to his right with his hand, and Christine was helpless but to follow.
"Slowly, gently,
Night unfurls its splendor…
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender…"
As her Angel neared her, Christine slowly turned her head to face him, but his hand was gently placed on her cheek, turning her head away. She closed her eyes in soft delight and sweet content.
"Turn your face away…
From the garish light of day…
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light…"
His hand went closely to the tip of her chin and turned her to face him. As soon as she looked at him, he immediately released his hold on her and turned away.
"And listen to the music of the night.
Close your eyes,
And surrender to your darkest dreams…"
She closed her eyes.
"Purge your thoughts
Of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes,
Let your spirit start to soar!"
As his hand moved upward, Christine closed her eyes as she felt music swell her being once again. She took the time to relish its comfort and welcome its embrace. She soon felt him caress one of her short curls.
"And you'll live…
As you never lived before…"
He then moved his gaze so he was right un front of her, and he began to sing with all the passiomn he could muster.
"Softly, deftly,
Music shall surround you…
Hear it, feel it,
Closing in around you…
Open up your mind…
Let your fantasies unwind…
In this darkness which you know
You cannot fight…
The darkness of the music of the night."
Christine suddenly found her hand reaching up to his lips, and then she pulled her hand back, and then wiping the back of it against her mouth. She soon realized what she was doing and tried to get away from him, but his voice stopped her, and she began to roam about his lair.
"Let your mind start a journey
Through a strange new world…
Leave all thoughts
Of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you
Where you long to be!"
Christine stopped and closed her eyes, doing just as he instructed, Let my soul take me where I long to be.
"Only then…
Can you belong
To me…"
Christine felt his voice near her again and she began to breathe quickly as her body moved at the same pace. His arm soon wrapped around her and as his touch enveloped her, she closed her eyes and her hand fell onto his arm, and heard him breathe.
"Floating, falling,
Sweet intoxication…
Touch me, trust me,
Savor each sensation…"
She could hear his sweet and tender voice inside her ear. She lifted up a hand to touch his face, Touch him, tust him. Savor each sensation. As her hand touched his mask, she immediately felt his hand move hers away from his mask in a firm grip.
"Let the dream begin…
Let your darker side give in…"
He then tenderly placed one of his hands on hers and began to guide her towards the center of his lair. She gazed at him with a mixture of longing, softness, and amazement and could only look into his eyes.
"To the power of the music
That I write…
The power of the music of the night!"
His hand then went outward and Christine followed his gaze, before he once again took hold of her arm. All of this took a hold of her at one time, even the music of the night he was speaking of. She soon fainted into his arms.
Please review! This is my first time doing it from the 25th anniversary.