Regaining passion-chapter 1
Christine walked with a fast pace through the dressing room corridor, something special had happened and she now wanted to be in her dressing room as soon as possible.
When her door came into view she turned the door knob and almost sprinted inside, she flung herself on the nearby sofa and found herself in thought. The years after her father's death had been a hell, one where instead punished by the eternal flames and payment of sin she was driven mad by the endless memories of her old idyllic life. But that would change, something would save her from hell and bring her to heaven: The Angel of Music.
The young woman stopped her thoughts as she rose from the soft pillow and walked to her wardrobe to choose a dress. She wanted to look good for her first lesson. She remembered the image of her first meeting: panicky, messy.. Yes, she would rather put it right, it was of course a distinguished guest she was going to sing to she thought with a smile . She put on her best dress and looked with thrilling anticipation at the clock in her room until she saw the hands where struck on four.
"Angel?" Her clear voice echoed through the room. Silence, until she was answered: "Yes my child, I hear you." The sweet calming sound made her sigh in relief, the voice spoke further: "You have accepted my presence. Now, let us begin."
