I was coming down off my adrenaline rush after my big performance. People walked up to me, congratulating me, telling me how amazing I was, but my only thought was what will my Angel of Music think about my performance? He, my new tutor, was exactly what my Dad had told me about when I was younger, more... carefree, I guess. Before my world came crashing down around me. When my Dad died, and my best friend deserted me.
When I saw him again, I almost didn't recognize him, with almost being key. When he came to ask me to dinner, when I was in my changing room, I almost growled at his audacity. How dare he, after he broke my heart after dropping me like a piece of... of... garbage! How dare he just come waltzing back into my life, pretending nothing's happened, like he hadn't left me alone, hanging, after he told me we'd be friends forever. I then calmed. My Angel wouldn't ever do that to me. He would never abandon me. " Christine! Christine!" Oh. It was Meg, my only visible friend. "Christine! Why didn't you tell me how good of a singer you are?" "I wasn't that good. I made plenty of mistakes. I only hope my Angel won't be to mad." "Angel? What Angel?" Great. Now I'd let slip to Meg. She went on and on about how amazing I was, and I listened in a daze, not really hearing anything she was saying. "Christine? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, finally falling silent. "I'm fine," I said dismissively. My Angel would be coming soon! I didn't have time for the silly praises for a performance full of mistakes!
As I started to sing, Meg started panicking. "Christine! Christine!" She'd cried. "This isn't like you, Christine! What's happening to you?" "Christine, you're ice-cold! Christine, can you even hear me?!" I couldn't, actually. All I could hear now were commands: "Look into the mirror, Christine." I sighed, feeling safe and at home once more, hearing my Angel's voice sent me back to when my Mom, Dad, and I were a happy family. Before Raoul left, before Mom left, before dad died. Suddenly, I felt my head clear as I heard the voices of Meg and Raoul, enough to realize I was floating in front of the mirror with Meg's and Raoul's frightened faces looking up at me. Suddenly Raoul caught sight of a masked demon in the mirror behind me. "Demon!" He'd cried, "Let Christine go at once!" As I turned, I saw my angel. "Christine... Christine..." He had mumbled, before smiling at me, "Christine... Christine, please..."
This is a short story based off of Broadway's Phantom of the Opera that my English teacher had us do as our final grade in this unit.
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