In Sleep He Sang to Me
~By Phantom of the Basement~
Disclaimer: For the thousandth time, I don't own POTO!!!! * sob * Just you wait…I'm still
negotiating with Andrew and Gaston… If it seems too short, it's because I only had one
piece of paper with me when I wrote this, and I had to write small as it was.
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Author's Note: This is set in the Graveyard at Perros scene, right before "Wishing You
Were Somehow Here Again" and "Wandering Child/Bravo Monsieur". This is supposed to be
Christine's thoughts as she sings to her father's grave. Anything in "" marks is
what Christine is singing. Anything in regular font is what she's thinking. OK? OK!
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"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…"
Oh Papa! Everything is so confusing now. When it all started, it all seemed so
simple. It was just My Angel of Music and I, our voices together as one. We had our own
little world of music…a world made by the beautiful angel sent by you, Papa.
"That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name…"
Every day, I would anxiously wait for the impending lesson. Impatiently, I would
work at rehearsals half of my mind on the task at hand, the other half replaying his
splendid voice. The voice which could soar with the angels or reach the deepest, darkest,
pits of hell…that ethereal voice which would be forever imprinted on my mind. I know now
that he is not the Angel of Music; he is not only a disfigured genius, but a madman as well.
No wonder his voice can sound so dark and foreboding. That is all that he has ever
known: Tragedy and Darkness. Let him see what I see: a black, twisted soul masking a
beautiful heart. The darkness of his soul masks the true person inside, just as the cruel
black mask hides his face. God give me courage to change that.
Authoress's note: Please review and tell me what you thought of my little ficlet. I had it posted for about a month before, and no one reviewed, and I took it down. Please give me your thoughts so I don't have to do that again.
~By Phantom of the Basement~
Disclaimer: For the thousandth time, I don't own POTO!!!! * sob * Just you wait…I'm still
negotiating with Andrew and Gaston… If it seems too short, it's because I only had one
piece of paper with me when I wrote this, and I had to write small as it was.
*****************************************************************************
Author's Note: This is set in the Graveyard at Perros scene, right before "Wishing You
Were Somehow Here Again" and "Wandering Child/Bravo Monsieur". This is supposed to be
Christine's thoughts as she sings to her father's grave. Anything in "" marks is
what Christine is singing. Anything in regular font is what she's thinking. OK? OK!
**********************************************************************************************
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…"
Oh Papa! Everything is so confusing now. When it all started, it all seemed so
simple. It was just My Angel of Music and I, our voices together as one. We had our own
little world of music…a world made by the beautiful angel sent by you, Papa.
"That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name…"
Every day, I would anxiously wait for the impending lesson. Impatiently, I would
work at rehearsals half of my mind on the task at hand, the other half replaying his
splendid voice. The voice which could soar with the angels or reach the deepest, darkest,
pits of hell…that ethereal voice which would be forever imprinted on my mind. I know now
that he is not the Angel of Music; he is not only a disfigured genius, but a madman as well.
No wonder his voice can sound so dark and foreboding. That is all that he has ever
known: Tragedy and Darkness. Let him see what I see: a black, twisted soul masking a
beautiful heart. The darkness of his soul masks the true person inside, just as the cruel
black mask hides his face. God give me courage to change that.
Authoress's note: Please review and tell me what you thought of my little ficlet. I had it posted for about a month before, and no one reviewed, and I took it down. Please give me your thoughts so I don't have to do that again.