This is the sequel to Broken Wing, since I realized that a lot was left open in that story. Also I wanted Erik to make a comeback. Please read and review.
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Life had been going fairly well for seventeen year old Christine Daae. Last year she had been the star of her high schools' Cabaret Night and she had also landed the starring role in her community theatre's opera. Yes, life was moving on for the teen. The once broken girl, who cried herself to sleep ever night after her parents' death, hadn't shed a tear in almost a year.
"This year's going to be different," Meg Giry, Christine's long time friend, said confidently.
"How do you figure?" Christine asked shutting her locker.
"Well, for one we're seniors!" Meg yelled excitedly. "And secondly Carlotta's not coming back to the opera. And thirdly we're just going to make this the best year ever."
"Sometimes I wish I had your spirit and optimism," Christine said with a laugh.
"And sometimes I wish I had your voice," Meg replied, linking arms with her best friend. "So we've been friends for, what? Six years now?"
"Yeah, about six," Christine said hesitantly.
"You know what we've never done."
"What?"
"Gone on a double date!" Meg exclaimed.
"That's because we don't have boyfriends," Christine laughed.
"Well it's high time we found some. I'm not going to be eighteen forever," Meg said sarcastically.
"I can't. Erik always said that boys are just distractions and that I should focus on my music," Christine said sternly.
"Well, Erik isn't here. Let's have fun," Meg pleaded with her friend.
"We don't need guys to have fun. I mean come on; the best girls are the ones without boyfriends, because all the guys know they're not good enough for us so they don't even try. Funny thing is they're right, no one will ever be good enough."
"You say that now Christine. Just wait until a guy comes along that sweeps you off your feet. Then you'll be sorry that you don't think anyone's good enough," Meg said with a laugh.
"This isn't a fairy tale Meg. This is reality, and in reality guys suck," Christine said bitterly.
"All you need is one guy to prove to you they're not all Raoul," Meg said as they reached class.
"True," Christine whispered as they walked into the room. The girls took their normal seats in the back of the classroom and continued their discussion.
"Can I sit here?" a male voice said, interrupting the girls' conversation. Christine looked up at the speaker and had to keep her jaw from dropping. He had the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen and his shaggy brown hair feel perfectly into that 'I just don't care look.' He was a handsome boy at that and Christine detected a slight accent when he spoke, possibly English or Irish.
"Umm…sure," Christine stammered.
"If that's your reality, then damn I want to see your fairy tale," Meg whispered in awe as she stared at the newcomer.
"I'm Tristan," the boy said looking straight into Christine's eyes. "I just moved her from Northern Ireland." Christine just kind of gapped at him.
"I'm Meg Giry," Meg said, covering for Christine's lack of speech, "and this is Christine Daae. She's deaf and can only read lips and sign language."
"I'm not deaf Meg Giry!" Christine interjected angrily. "Excuse my friend, she's a compulsive liar," she added smiling at Tristan. Tristan laughed.
"Don't worry about it. My friend back home was the same way," he said smiling.
"You must be homesick. Being so far away and all," Christine said sympathetically.
"It's only temporary," Tristan said slowly. "My father has recently acquired an opera house, or what have you, in the downtown area. He's a prominent casting director and he wanted to see if there was any new talent here."
"Are you talking about the theatre just a couple of blocks from here?" Meg said a little too loudly, for she got a dirty look from the homeroom teacher.
"Yes, that one," he said after a moment of thought. "Do you know of it?"
"Know of it?" Meg said in disbelief. "You're staring at the Prima Ballerina," she gestured to herself, "and the Prima Donna of that opera house."
"Aren't you two a little young for those roles," Tristan said skeptically. "Most Prima ballerinas and donnas are at least twenty."
"We're just extra talented," Meg said with a grin. Tristan scoffed and Meg looked at him reproachfully. "So much for your prince," she whispered to Christine. "This guy is just a jerk."
"Patience, Meg. Just wait until he sees us perform," Christine said serenely. Oh yes, he'd be sorry, Christine thought with a laugh.