Mystery in the Music
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera.
Christine walked up the stairs to get to her third floor apartment, coming from rehearsal. The opera was two weeks away and there were two rehearsals left, including the dress rehearsal. Christine was a singer and dancer in the ensemble, but her dream was to be the diva, the prima donna, the one everyone came to see. Though being in the ensemble was fun, she wanted to be a star.
Christine unlocked the door and went inside. After putting her dancing bag down she went to take a shower. The hot water felt refreshing on her skin; washing away all the sweat that she had made while rehearsing. She turned the water off and stepped out. She went into her room to get dressed and then came back out in her sweats and slippers, and turned on the TV and started the movie Braveheart.
Christine loved the Scottish, she loved everything about Scotland. Another one of her dreams was to meet the love of her life and spend eternity with him in Scotland. The movie always made Christine cry, but she loved it.
She got up and went into the kitchen to get something to eat and drink and came back to the couch to find a piece of paper and a red rose with a black ribbon tied around it. She smiled, knowing who it was from…well sort of. He was a mystery man she had never seen before. At first she was scared that the man was stalking her, but with time she found that he was her protector, her mysterious angel. He would write her letters and leave them inside her apartment, and she would reply with a letter of her own. She never new his name, so she addressed him as Angel.
Christine brought the rose to her nose and inhaled the scent; and then did the same with the paper, for it smelled like her Angel.
My Dear Christine,
I wanted you to know that rehearsal this afternoon went very well. Your talent is astounding, and I hope you won't ever give up the arts. I realize I have not told you much about myself, but I will tell you this: I am a musician, one that has a passion for music that is deeper than you can imagine. Though I stay a recluse, I am a musician. I have my reasons that will come clear in time. Just know that soon, very soon, it will be you in the spot light, because I will help you get there. You are better than that sorry woman they call an opera singer. She doesn't know what she is doing, but you do.
I plan on revealing myself to you soon. You will not know it is me, nor will you expect it, but I can not keep myself away any longer.
Have a lovely evening, my dear. I will be in touch.
Yours truly,
Angel
Christine was now anxious. He was going to reveal himself for the first time. But what did he mean by 'you will not know it is me, nor will you expect it?' She didn't know, all she knew was that she had a very strange but strong connection with this 'Angel.'
AN:
Well there is the prologue I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and I should have the next chapter up in no time. Also, if you haven't already, check out my other story Love is an Art, and don't forget to review!!
-Primadonakate