Christine awoke early, when the sun was fresh in the sky. She glanced around, almost sure that she had heard something, but saw no one, except Meg sleeping in the bed across from her.

"Strange," Christine whispered to herself. She placed her small lily feet on the carpet, and walked over to her mirror. It was then that she noticed something was different, something was out of place. A cold breeze chilled her and she turned around, and saw that her window was opened. She rushed over and peered out of it but saw no one, and then closed it.

"We must have a ghost." Christine whispered to herself again.

"One more time girls, from the top!" Mrs. Giry commanded. The new managers were coming today, and Mrs. Giry wanted to make sure her girls performed their best.

Then as if on cue, the two stoutly managers marched in as if they had owned the Opera house for their entire lives. Both men seemed to be at least 50 pounds over weight, and both were balding in the back.

"Here is our ballet instructor Madame Antoinette Giry. The finest in all of France I can assure you. She performed at the Opera as well," said Mr. Dupont, the manager who was in the rush to retire. The stoutly men shook Mrs. Giry's hand.

"Do you mind if we watch the rehearsal Madame?" One of the new managers asked. Mrs. Giry noted how he said Madame as Mah Damn, and laughed to herself, he must be a American.

"Of course not, we were just getting ready to start. From the beginning girls?" Mrs. Giry was just about to have the girls begin when she heard " Oh oh woah oh oh, caught in a bad romance,"

The other manager grew red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, it's my wife." He said as he rushed out side with his cell phone.

"Oh la la," One of the ballerinas said out loud.

"Lets try this one more time," Mrs. Giry said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Mr. Dupont gave her an apologetic look, but she rolled her eyes, and he laughed as he left the room.

The new manager's eyes where glued to the young dancers, mesmerized by their grace and perfection, but he wasn't the only one enjoying the show. The Angel of Music watched his love from above, wishing with all his might that he could just grab her and whisk her away to his dark home. But how could a young woman, so full of light and innocence be expected to live in the under belly of the opera?

"Brava! Brava!" The new manager yelled, standing up while clapping his hands after the girls where done dancing.

"That was the finest performance I have ever seen," He boasted. Mrs. Giry chuckled.

"Than you haven't seen very many Operas have you Mr.-, oh what was your name again?"

"I am George Johnston, and my business partner is Paul Newton." He said as he was still gleaming with joy, realizing that his purchase was indeed a good one that should pay off very well.

Mrs. Giry dismissed the girls, and headed off to grab herself an aspirin. The Opera was sure to be doomed with these two men in charge.

"Well there goes our spot as the number one French Opera House." Meg complained as she and Christine removed their ballet shoes.

"Oh, don't think that. I'm sure they'll catch on to the business soon." Meg stared at Christine, the one who was always so positive.

"They listen to Lady Gaga Christine."

"Yeah," Christine giggled, "That is pretty bad." The two girls laughed.

Christine finished changing and told Meg that she was going to go grab a bottle of water. The ballerinas where provided with their very own refrigerator so that they would be kept hydrated. On the table next to the refrigerator was a note, with Christine's name on it. She looked at it curiously and glanced around to see if she could see anybody who could have placed it there. She picket it up and read it.

Christine,

Please do not forget about your Angel my darling, there is much still to learn

Christine hadn't received lessons from her Angel in weeks now, since Mrs. Giry had forbid it. She yearned to hear her Angel, but how could she disobey the woman who gave her everything when she had nothing, and had been a real mother to her? She couldn't.

"I'm sorry Angel, please forgive me," Christine said, hoping that some how he would hear her, and he did. He would always hear Christine.

She placed the note in her pocket, and left the small kitchenette.

"Than let the wrath begin upon this Opera House." The Angel said once Christine was out of ear reach. He had told his sister that she would regret her decision, she would soon realize how much Christine really needs her Angel.