I was always a nice girl old women loved me but I seemed to be shunned by others my own age.

The fact did not go unnoticed by me of course. My father always liked to say they did not like me because I was simply to beautiful. I never believed him he always did look on the lighter side of things always choosing to ignore his problems instead of dealing with them. And in the end it was that God forsaken trait that killed him.

Leaving me in a world of darkness with no one but myself to keep me company. I've always been a deep thinker others my age would have not had the insight I had on most subjects. But it was always beyond my father how I could sit in a room full of adults and talk consistently about things girls of sixteen would not discus and then go and fail my lessons. Oh, how I tried. It was of course for nothing I never did improve on my schooling that's why I joined the ballet chorus at the Opera. I had never really though of myself as a dancer but they thought I was very good so I took the job happily. But then that's when my world changed forever. My father died of Cancer a disease I'm told that eats at your very insides. My father had been looking thinner lately but as he did with everything he brushed it aside and simply said he would try to eat more. It's really my fault if I had just had a doctor look at him. Of course a doctor would have been beyond our means, really there wasn't much I could have done.

Now my life consists of dancing, sleeping, and well eating. When my father died he said a lot of things that meant absolutely nothing but somewhere in his babbling he said "when I'm in heaven child I shall send to you the Angel of Music." Such a wonderful fantasy wouldn't you think? An Angel from heaven descending down the glorious steps to heaven for you. Yes a wonderful fantasy it may be but that is far beyond reality. In this world there are no Angels or Demons, no mysterious lands to adventure of too. No, no this world that we live in is a very bland world indeed. After my father died I gave up on my childish fantasies, the illusions I created for myself. But then there was that night, you see there were several turning points in my life this happened to be the second. I was in my dressing room just about too leave when I heard a voice softly calling my name.

"Christine, Christine…….." That voice it was like music, but no it wasn't you see you really can't describe Erik's voice you really must hear it for yourself.

"Yes, who…whose is that voice?" I really was frightened too my wits end.

"Christine, I am the Angel of Music you're Father promised. I have come to tutor your voice."

You can get lost in his voice you know, an example of absolutely perfect vocal cords. But at the time I was too scared to notice it much.

"No, no it can't be! This is a dream simply a dream!" I told myself that to elude the real answer.

"Christine, Christine…. Please do not speak so loudly the people in the Foyer surly heard that little outburst."

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room? I'm calling the police!" That was my grand response to what he had said I really have no idea what I was thinking.

"Christine, Tomorrow at this exact time I shall return to you. At that time I will request you're answer for the present situation. If you are not here I will take it as a no and you will never hear from me again."

And with that all the candles in the room went out and the voice was gone.

"Wait, what situation?"

Thank you for reading my story chapter two will be up soon.

Yours truly, and always

Beauty-in-Darkness.