She turned the lamp off and felt her heart tear open and the tears fell down her face.
"Please. Oh please, father. You promised. Send me the Angel of Music."
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A lone violin sang its lament to the dark plaza. I sat on the edge at a deserted cafe, absently admiring the twinkling lights.
"May I join you?" a rich deep voice asked from behind me.
I turned and saw a dark figure standing behind the other chair at my table. "Why – why of course." I stuttered.
He gracefully sat and I strained my eyes to get a good look at him in the poor lighting. He wore black from head to toe, blending with the shadows perfectly. A mask of a beautifully sculpted face covered the whole of his face. "I wish to teach you to sing."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I am your Angel of Music." To prove his point, he began to sing to the violin. His voice was dark and rich and full, and it sang to me of love long lost in that shadowy plaza.
"What would you ask in return though, I can't afford to pay you..."
"I do not want, nor need your money. Let's just say that we shall work out payment later. Do we have a deal?" He held out a gloved hand.
"Yes. I accept." I sold my soul with the shake of a hand.
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Just a tired delusion mixed a few plot ideas up in my mind and – Ta da! Dreams. Dreams is a modern story. I look forward to any and all suggestions you can offer. If you like a character – tell me! If you hate a character or setting – tell me! If you love to hate a character – tell me! I apologize for the short chapters. They will get longer. I promise.
Until next chapter,
Raven Sharpe
(posted 01-24-10)