She stood out from the crowd because of her mask. She was shy and hid most of the time. Her name was Ange. I came to her in the night. I snuck into her room one night. She, at first, was scared, until she saw my mask. She smiled at me and gestured to her mask. I smiled and instantly relaxed. "Will you remove your mask? I will if you will," she says. I reach to my mask and remove it. She, in one swift movement, removes her mask as well. We study each other's deformities and find them coincidentally similar. Well, to her it was a coincidence. I knew from that moment, it wasn't a coincidence. She was my daughter. Every night I would visit her and sing to her. One day, I went in and started singing like normal again, but after a little while, the door opened. Her mom, my old love, stood there. I stop singing and gape. "Christine," I whisper. She looks at me as surprise, sadness, then anger flashes over her face. "You left me. You left me to care for a child as a single parent. You don't deserve to have her as your child," she says angrily. "I had to. You knew I did! I would have died!" I say irritated. "We could have run off together! And we could have been a happy family together! I know it's too dangerous and stuff, but I don't care! I would do anything to be with you!" Christine says annoyed. "I am sorry. Please forgive me," I say guilty. She laughs,"Apologizing won't make up years come and passed!" I stand to my full height, my eyes sharp enough to shoot daggers,"I have been there all along. Ask her." Christine looks at her,"Has he been here?" She looks at her mom with a guilty look,"Yes, he has. We are friends. Anonymous friends. I don't know who he is, and he doesn't know me. We just make music and read and write." She points to the piles of paper and sheet music. "His voice is really pretty," she says softly. "So is yours," I purr. She blushes. Christine smiles at us. She says,"I'm so glad you two get along so well." We smile back. Raoul bursts through the door.