"Hmm... " Christine said as she looked at herself in the mirror. Brown haired in a messy bun, dressed in a black crop top and blush pink leotard wondering if she would be scolded by Madame Giry. She sat on her bed putting on her ballet slippers. Not knowing a man lurked behind her mirror.
Christine thought she was on the right track. Her college grades were pretty decent. She didn't know what she wanted to be not just yet. She was enlisted in a showbiz academy so her choices were limited. She knew she didn't want to do stage props or computer tech stuff. She wasn't really creative at all.
"Dad, I hope that Angel of Music of your's comes soon." She prayed. Hoping someone was listening to her. And someone indeed was. "Christine.." the air called. She couldn't believe it. Her father actually listened.
"I hear your call." The mysterious voice replied. His voice was confronting yet subtly alarming. "Angel?" She said confused. Wanting to know why he took so long. "You'll have lessons. Similar to Madame Giry. Rules shall be placed.I expect them to be followed." "Lessons?" She questioned not sure what he was talking about.
"Singing lessons unless you wish to not follow in your mother's footsteps." "I never even considered sining for I am no good." "Well, little child let me teach you." "But I have dancing class." "Then I'll wait for you." "Then I'll come back."
Christine left her room with a smile. She shared an apartment with her best friend, her first friend, Meg Giry. Meg already left for the class. Christine headed to her classes to be scolded by Madame Giry once again for being late. "Miss DaaƩ, you are a good student but I would hate to see your talent suffer."
Christine shook her head and agreed she try her best. From now on. To impress her mother, her father, and her Angel. Her new determination was evident throughout her dancing. Many of her fellow ballerinas stopped to watch her. Each step she took was passionate, unforgettable. Sure it was a simple routine but it was a trance.
When she was done, everyone clapped. "Miss DaaƩ, if you keep that up I might just promote you to lead dancer." Meg looked shocked. Of course she would be. Her mother offered her spot to Christine. "Madame Giry, thanks. I don't think I'm fit to be a lead dancer." Christine said.
"My dear, if you don't push yourself, where are you to go?" Madame Giry replied; not seeing the distress on her daughter's face. "I'm fine where I am." Christine like dancing but it was Meg's dream to become a professional dancer not hers.
A/N: I don't know what I'm planning but it can't be good.
