Dear Monsieur Opera Ghost

by The Dark Waltz

A little boy writes to the Opera Ghost about his sister that is in desperate need of a teacher and love. When they become orphaned, no more letters. But then suddenly after a year is over the letters start up again but this time written by the sister.

1. January 1, 1874

The letter started like this:

Dear Monsieur Opera Ghost,

Today is January 1, 1874. I thought I write to you a new year.

My parents do not know that I write you. I love my sister, they don't. I do. Maybe you will too?

At this Erik smirked, he was quite curious at this letter. By its childish writing (and incorrect spelling) he knew it was written by a child, perhaps nine or ten.

She is old, you see. Oh, not with white hair but with a scowl all the time. She tries to be nice, but its hard for her you see. I heard about you. I know you've hurt people but but well I don't know I just think you might be right for her. You love music and she always whistles. See you already like each other. She told me that once that music 'connects' people. I asked her what that means to 'connect' she said its like you like someone.

Today she was whistling loudly and father hit her. Why did he do that? She was just whistling. Not even singing. That lady in the newspapers, the pretty lady at the opera sang beautifully like an angel everyone said. But my sister sings like a pixie or a fairy. Which is better I wonder?

I'm running out of ink.

I promise too right again soon.

Your soon to be brother of raw,

Pierre Jaques DeMarkes

Oh I forgot my sister's name is Pixie Lily DeMarkes.

At the "of raw" part Erik had burst out laughing and when he started he couldn't stop. It felt wonderful to be smiling again. Actually he couldn't remember one time when he smiled in his past. Even when Christine was in his life. At her name in his mind he became grim again and tucked the letter into his desk drawer not thinking anything would come out of it.