I Don't Own Phantom of The Opera
My Soul
Intro
I had been singing earlier that day in my room trying to call to my father hoping that he would answer from heaven; waiting for some sign that he was there. I eventually collapsed in my bed physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted and soon was almost asleep, almost and that's when I heard it, a voice, a voice that held so much pain so much tenderness. I was too young to understand that hearing a random voice was a sign of being crazy or that there was a person up their somewhere watching me. I thought it was my Angel. My Angel that my father promised me; I listened as long as I could, but eventually fell asleep with the songs swirling in my head. From then on, I depended on that voice to sleep. On the nights it wasn't there, I was unable to rest unable to settle down for fear that I would never here it again. I never knew until it was too late that I was fallen totally dependent on my Angle of Music, and that my life would never be the same because of it.
Ch. 1
"THAT LITTLE TOAD! THINKING THAT SHE CAN JUST ORDER EVERYONE AROUND!" I seethed in my anger. "THAT UNEARTHLY SPOILED BRAT THAT HAS THE MANAGER GROVALING AT HER FEET!"
I suddenly heard the voice "Christine, Christine who sparked your anger, my dear?"
I almost smiled at the voice that I could only hear I had thought about telling someone for years, but I couldn't stand anyone knowing about my secret angel. There had only been a few times that I had heard him besides when he sang my nighttime lullaby or nightly music lessons, it was comforting to know he was here during the day as well. "Just the lovely Prima Donna herself."
"The leading soprano again, why does she bother you so much I have told you how weak her voice is compared to yours?" The comforting voice that usually could calm me just made me angry this time.
"Then why am I here a lowly ballet girl! If I'm so much better then why am I so far below her" I almost yelled. I instantly regretted it "Angel forgive me I was angry and it was wrong for me to yell at you."
However, it was too late and I knew it was in the daytime my Angel was timid it was rare he would come out to see me during the day, and if there was a shadow of someone coming or if I was being unreasonable he would disappear. I would not hear from him until that night.
I started heading back the rehearsal room, now that I had settled down enough not to punch the first person that I saw; a little dejected and guilty that I had driven my Angel away, again. I was 17 now still as innocent as an 8-year-old still thinking that it was ok to talk to the unseen.
When I got back Meg came up to me "Are you still angry?"
"I'm starting to feel better, but you might want to be careful and keep your distance." Meg knew that I had a big temper and that I could snap easily, and I could throw a pretty solid punch, that usually got me into a lot of trouble thank goodness I was close to Madame Giry otherwise I would have been kicked out years ago.
Meg laughed, "Well I'll be sure to do that. My mom sent me to find you we need to work on our dance for Hannibal,"
"The one that we already know - backwards, forwards and upside down?" I said with fake curiosity,
"Don't let her hear that she might go into one of her lectures" Meg played along.
We got back to the dance room Madame Giry gave me a warning look to let me know I would not get away with being late then snapped at one of the other ballet girls "Stand up straight!"
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