This is another one shot fiction of Phantom of the Opera, although Erik doesn't necessarily show. A new character is introduced, Margurite Giry, Christine's best friend.
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Christine Daae's chin was tilted upwards slightly as golden vocals strummed melodies, her soprano voice filling the air with childish laughter as she spun pirouettes on stage, hand in hand with another girl the same age as her. Linked together as one, their slippered feet made silent footfalls on the marble opera stage, each pair of eyes closed in harmony, chocolate and mousy brown hair blurring with the gales spinning around them as they twirled together. Opening azure lenses quickly, Christine with a porcelain face took in the features of her friend named Margurite Giry, a light tipped smile gracing her rosebud petal lips. Marguerite had long mousy blonde hair tucked neatly behind her naturally light face, however the shadows of the stage lengthened her childish futures as the seven year old females spun together, creating a circle of blue and white.
" I am a pretty little Dutch girl, as pretty as pretty can be. And all the boys around my way, go crazy over me. My boyfriend's name was fatty, he comes from Cincinnati. With a pimple on his nose and three black toes, and this is how my story goes! ". The young girls sang and sang a duet as they giggled with laughter, it filled the air with cheerfulness and compassion. Their palms began to grow sweaty and they fell apart, flinging from each other, landing halfway across the stage as they crumbled to the floor, continuing their laughter and playful singing game. Christine with hair falling over her brow and Meg, who's hair was tangled and knotted, she had no doubt that Madame Giry would later scold them on playing this child game. Christine believed a shadow crossed above her, and as she looked up, she caught the eyes of a golden pair. They were covered behind a porcelain ivory mask and bore down on her like hailing rain. Eyelashes fluttering and one blink, the shadowy figure was gone. Brows knitted together confusedly as she shot a stare at her friend, and she shared the same look of confusion, however she had not seen the mysterious figurine. Breathing heavily, there was a short fear beating in her chest as she raised dainty fingers to her face before pushing herself up from the stage, lending a hand to her friend.
" Meg, did you see the shadow up on the rafters? ". As her mousy haired friend shook her cranium sideways in disappointment, she sighed quickly before her seven year old voice filled the air with silent fear.
" Let's go find Madame, she must be awaiting our arrival ".