(I own nothing of Phantom of the Opera. I wrote this to feelings in which I thought of my friend who is really like Christine. This actully happened to me during a Drama Club preformance.))
She had everything. And I had nothing. Did that mean nothing?
Of course, I understood she was different. The gift of music was hers, not mine. But she had everything. Has everything. Beauty, the voice of an angel, and two men chasing after her. Oh, how I wish I was her. Oh, how I wish, how I wish!
I'm just Meg. Meg Giry, who can't even stay in step. Oh, why on earth would anyone love me? I hate her. And yet she is my friend. I can't stand the sound of her voice. And yet I congratulate her. I can not stand her tears, yet I always tell her that it could be worse.
She is the one that always comes out with someone saying good job, someone giving her a flower. Whether it be Raoul or Erik, I do not know. My long time friend knows her well. The two of us, we the outcasts of the world.
Yet, as I look out into where box five is, I see him looking only at her. And I fall out of step. No! I was dancing for him, and him only! Why? His eyes widdend, but he still watched her. After the scene was done, I burst off the stage and started to cry. Fallowing me, Christine pulled me back.
"What's wrong, Meg?" Her eyes full of sympathy and pity that I did not want nor need.
"What's wrong? Don't you understand?! HE was there, I danced for him! But he only watched you! He only loves you! I have never even gotten a good job, yet by a stroke of luck, you win every mans love! I have yet to see one boy smile at me lovingly. You don't understand!"
All the while she listened to me, whispering to me, "That's not true, Meg. You know it is not. Your mother is proud of you."
I glare at her. "You really don't understand, do you?! She cares for you more than she does me!"
Christine just shook her head and looked into my eyes.
"It's not true, Meg. I think you did a good job. A great job, in fact." She smiled kindly at me and handed me a note from Erik.
I suppose, for one, I shall be doing well enough to go back on stage. At least one person cares enough to say that they care.