Okay my friend and I both wrote this! So i'm not gonna tak all the credit! We would write it back and forth. So I think it is very good. But I won't really know until you review me! So please, R&R!
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"Christine, Christine." The voice called to her. Christine Daae turn around cautiously. It was theAngel of Music. "I am here angel, teach me, master," Christine repiled softly. "Angel I hear you, speak, I listen.stay by my side, guide me. Angel my soul was weak forgive me, enter at last , Master." "Flattering, child you shan't know me. See why in shadows I hide. Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside." His voice rolled deep,gentle in the darkness. Christine glanced up and looked in the tall mirror in the dressing room. "Angel of Music, guide and guardian, enter in your glory. Angel of Music hide no longer, enter me strange angel." The dark man replied, " I am your Angel of Music. Come to me Angel of Music." Christine reached toward the outstretched hand.
She was mezmorised and all she could think about was this was her Angel of Music. The moment she took his hand both their destinies were sealed. It was like a dream. A dream she had time and time again of her Angel coming to get her. But this was no angel. "In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came! That voice which calls to me," Christine sang not taking her eyes off this man, " and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find! Then Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind!" He looked back at her with an intence gaze as the walked down the winding staircase."Sing once again with me our strange duet," He sang seductivly, "My power over you grows stonger yet. And tough you turn from me to glance behind! The Phantom of the Opera is there inside your mind!" He lead her down the steps and to a magnficent black gondola. "Those who have seen your face draw back in fear," She sang looking in awe at the cellar of the opera house," I am the mask you wear!" "It's me they hear." He sung back. Then together in a beautiful harmony they sang, "My..your spirit and my..your voice in one cobined! The Phantom of the Opera is there inside..my...your..mind!"
They neared his layer and he made her sing. "He's there the Phantom of the Opea!" Christine began to sing all the high pitch notes beautifully. "Sing my, Angel of Music!" He encouraged. She rose her voice even higher and the gate to his layer lifted. "Sing, my Angel." He whispered. She sang even higher and they rowed into his layer. "SING FOR ME!" He begged. She sang higher then imaginable. Candleabra's rose from the water and lit magically. "SING FOR ME!" He comanded stubbornly. She sang so high that it seamed to be impossible. Then silence came from her mouth. He jumped out from the gondola and through his cape from around him. Christine stared at him like and innocent child. "I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne," He sang with such tone that Christine lost all her sences, "To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music. Music. You have come here for one purpose and on alone." Christine stared at him being overcome by her Angel. "Since the moment I first heard you sing I have NEEDED you with me to serve me, to sing. For my music...My music." Christine could not pry her eyes away from him. It was like a trance. He walked toward her and she sucked in a tight breath. "Help me, Christine, help me make the Music of the Night." He said. Then he began to sing.