Hi, guys! Aria's back!

We had a bit of a lag in English, so I of course started listening to Phanom. Then this idea popped up. I would think everybody had this in their head, but I havn't seen it. So, here you go!

ENJOY!

Christine knew she was lucky. She was only 16 years old and was in the chorus of the world-renowned Opera more then that, she was the student of the best teacher in-no, above-the world. She had an Angel as a teacher. An angel who watvhed over her, taought her, and made her feel special.

But there were downsides. She had two hour lessons every night, and her friends were starting to get suspicious. Madam Giry watched her like a hawk, and stress was starting to get the better of her. And then, there was the subject of sleep.

Rehearsal were long and hard, and the lessons wore her to the bone, once the exelorated feeling left. And her Angel did not seem to understand that she needed sleep, because every night...

Christine sat up in bed, a wave of fury and exaustion hitting her so hard her head spun. But the Angel sang on, his beautiful voice filling her mind .

It must be a sin, she though. Surely, no one has heard the Angel as I have, and yet I wish for him to be silent. He's a celestial being, it's not as though he sleeps.

She had just resolved to ignore it when the song restarted, louder and more powerful then before. She couldn't take it anymore!

Christine sat up and yelled. "Angel, I love that you sing to me and I understand you are always watching over me, but please, please, just shut up and let me sleep!"

There was silence at once.

Christine suddenly was filled with fear. Had she insulted her Angel to much? What would she do if he was gone?

"Angle!" she called fearfully.

A tense moment passed then,-"Yes, Christine?" He sounded as though he was holding back laughter.

She frowned, the lack of sleep making her angry.

"Don't leave, just... let me sleep!"

"You have never asked for silence before."

"I've never realized how tired a person can get." she retorted.

Her Angel scoffed. "You humans. You sleep too much!"

She grinned and played her trump card. "You don't want me sleepy for lessons, do you?"

There was another long silence. Finally the Angel sighed and said, "Very well, Christine. The Angel will be silent at night."

She smiled tiredly. "That's all I'm asking. Thank you."

And she laid down.

But not five minutes had passed before...

"ANGEL! I'M WARNING YOU! NOW !"

When the girl finally fell asleep, some part of her mind realized how nice the silence was.

Her dream took place in the chapel. She was admiring the stained glass when she heard footsteps behind her.

Desperately hoping it was her father, she turned round...

...only to see a man in dress clothes, with two white wings. He had the face of Raoul and the build of her father, but she knew it was her angel.

Her Angel smiled at her. "Would you like a song, dear?"

Christine woke up early that morning screaming in frustration.

So yeah. Not to happy with this one, honestly, but you know when you get those moods and you must write or else you will go crazy?

Anybody?

oh well. read and review so I can improve, and not go crazy! *weakly waves flag* yaaay