The song used in this chapter belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Father once spoke of an angel,
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing I can sense him,
And I know he's here
The sweet, melodious music was carried away in the wind and as it reached the young redhead's ears, she stopped in her tracks, looking away in the direction of the beautiful voice.
"What is that?" Her friend, a pretty blonde girl asked.
"Ssh!" The red head hissed, throwing a hand up in the air as the beautiful music started again.
Here in this room, he calls me softly
Somewhere inside, hiding
Somehow I know he's always with me
He, the unseen genius
"What?" Her friend tried again.
"I don't know." The red head admitted breathlessly. "But it's so beautiful. Do you.. Do you think it'll do it again?"
Her friend didn't answer, and she realised why as she heard the beautiful music returning in the cool night's breeze.
Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange angel
"It's alright." Her friend said. "But I've heard better."
The red haired girl stared at her friend, open mouthed. "How can you say that? Buffy it's so.."
"Old fashioned?" Her friend offered sarcastically.
The red head crossed her arms, glaring at her friend. "Fine." She said. "If you don't like it, you can go. The door's right there. I, for one, am enjoying the music."
"Fine." Buffy said. As the door slammed behind her friend, leaving her alone, the redhead looked dreamily out the window at the night sky, waiting for the beautiful music to return, drifting along in the breeze.
She waited for a while but the night remained silent. "Oh no." She said sadly, her face falling. "Don't go. Please. It's so beautiful. Keep singing. Please." She waited again, her eyes glistening with hope. But there was nothing. The redhead looked up at the stars. "Who are you, angel of music?" She asked curiously.