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CHAPTER 1 – New Beginnings
When seven year old Christine Daáe pictured her life, she would have never predicted this. She would never have predicted that her mother would die five days after her sixth birthday, and she never imagined her father would soon follow almost one year later. She never thought that she would end up moving from one place of Europe to the other, from her tiny village in Sweden to noisy, busy Paris; tossed about like so much luggage.
And she never, ever dreamed of spending the rest of her days in a world famous Opera house.
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Christine stared down onto the photo frame in her small hands. She drew a small finger over the glass, as if trying to trace her deceased father's face in the picture. Single tears ran down her pale cheeks, silent and sorrowful; those painful memories, the night of Gustave Daáe's death still fresh and burning in her mind. She couldn't imagine life without him.
"It will all be fine, Miss Daáe." Madame Giry told the young girl who sat next to her. "As soon as you're settled down, it'll all be fine. Of course, we don't usually offer places at the Opera for girls your age, but it is my home. I will raise you as my own."
Christine didn't say anything. The Opera. It was an offer no one she knew would refuse. It was a once in a life time chance, a dream come true. Most people in the Opera Populáire were professionals, they are musicians and they know it. Sending a small girl into a place like that is like stepping unarmed into a lion's pit. For Christine, the Opera was a replacement, a temporary home for a girl with no mother or father, no future. She, Christine Daáe, an orphan.
Her big brown eyes found their way to the open windows of the small carriage and watched the gray clouds pour down rain for while. It occurred to the small girl that it had seemed to rain ever since her father's death a month ago. It was as if the world was portraying all her hurt and pain and sorrow through the weather. She hummed quietly to herself a tune her father once sang to her. Madame Giry spoke again.
"I trust that you have talent, Miss Daáe. Your father was quite the violinist."
Christine winced at the mention of her father.
All she could do was nod slightly. She hadn't talked properly since that dreadful night.
Madame Giry frowned. "You will have to start speaking soon, Miss Daáe. It is not healthy for a girl your age to be silent."
Christine looked at her hands. Her father used to encourage her to dance, so on occasions she would put on a show for him, showing off the dance moves that she would make up by herself. She enjoyed dancing. She enjoyed music. It was a place were she could escape to, were she could forget everything that didn't matter, a place she felt free. Her father once spoke of an Angel of Music, and told her that once he was in heaven he would send him to her. The very thought of having an angel by her side made her heart flutter.
Christine opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as the small, black carriage turned a corner; revealing a huge, beautiful building on the horizon. It's tall figure cast looming shadows over them, and the small brunette's mouth dropped.
The Opera Populáire.
"Here we are, Miss Daáe." Madame Giry was saying, "Your new home."
Hmmm, not too sure that I like how this turned out. Oh well, you tell me what you think. SORRY THAT IT'S SO SHORT! Just wanna say, I might not continue this fic. It all depends on the comments and my insperation. Then again, I just might. If i do it wont be too regular... just saying.
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