So this is my very first attempt at writing something. The plot of this fanfic takes place before revelation of the Phantom to Christine, she still takes him for her Angel of Music. Enjoy and be free to review and give some tips (english is not my native language so any help with grammar etc will be apreciated). I do not own characters.

Another long exhausting voice lesson with the Angel of Music has ended. He put an end to it with simple 'you did well' and dismissed her for the rest of the evening. Not leaving her dressing room Christine took a sit by a dressing table and started to loosen her hair and combat it in plain braid preparing herself to sleep. After a long moment she lifted her head a little bit and her gaze swept the room.

'Angel?' she spoke uncertainly.

In a moment she thought him gone but the voice uttered a strange sigh-like sound and answered silently

'Yes, my child?'

It sounded almost like it was feeling caught on doing something inappropriate. Like it felt guilty about postponing it's departure. A mild shock was noticeable as if he was surprised that after long hours spent with it on a hard work she still wanted something from it.

'I was just wondering' she began 'Could you tell me about your home?'

'Home?' if he hadn't been surprised earlier he certainly was now 'Why would you ask about such thing?'

'You know, how many people are so lucky to speak to an actual angel and ask about it?' when she met with silence she pressed 'How is Heaven like?'

'Oh, you've meant-' another deep sigh followed 'Of course, you've meant heaven.'

'I just really want to know if it is so wonderful as the Priest says and if you're seeing my father for time-to-time and if he's happy and-' she bubbled trying to explain her childish curiosity and daring but the Angel stopped her with badly hidden annoyance.

'You must know that my home is not heaven' he pondered on his response 'Heaven's what makes one happy' he paused no longer irritated and resumed with affection, first time from their encounter in opera's chapel 'Heaven's no more than a bliss we feel in certain situations or episodes of our lives. It can be provoked either by something or someone.'

'So where's my father then?' She asked confused.

'In heaven, where all good people are going to.'

'Then why aren't you there?' she genuinely surprised.

'I'm not-' he was about to say something but changed he's mind in the last moment. When she was about to call him again he spoke 'I'm far happier right here than if I were in heaven, Christine'

She didn't understand a thing of what the voice had said so while finishing her braid with velvet ribbon she continued to query it.

'Angel, do you know if my father's happy?'

'I believe so. You've made a big progres. He would be proud of you.'

She closed her eyes absorbing this thought 'If you went there, would you thank him from me?'

'For what?'

'For keeping his word'

She met with silence, suggesting incomprehension and confusion of her Angel

'For sending me the Angel of Music, of course.' she explained. 'Would you tell him that though I long for someone close, flesh and blood, someone I could rely on, I'm not alone anymore, because I have you. My dear tutor.'

'He already knows' he cleared his throat 'Now if your curiosity has been already satisfied, shall I play you something?'

'Oh, really? Would you?' She asked, forgetting completely about their strange conversation.

'With pleasure.'

She changed behind dressing screen into a night gown and laid down on a bed. When first tones of violin filled the air she drifted to the sleep full of beautiful music.