AN:

I HAD TO DO THIS ON WORDPAD SO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE QUALITY.

I OWN NOTHING.

Chapter 2

It had my name on it.

Should I open it or not?

I looked at it for a moment before stuffing it in my pocket and running past the angels and tombs of beings before me.

Spotting my truck I quickly unlocked it and threw myself inside, roaring the engine to life.

I drove through the snow covered streets, more aware now that ever of the cold and slippy surface that covered everything.

Pulling into my drive I quickly hopped out the cab and walked carefully into the house trying not to slip, again.

Chucking the keys on the table and dropping into the nearest chair I carefully took out the letter. Looking carefully at the seal I slipped my finger underneath it and extracted the letter as if it were a precious artifact.

Dearest Bella, it read.

I understand how depressed you must feel at this moment but do not worry my dear the angel of music has you under his wing.

Yours forever

O.G

O.G?

Who the hell was O.G?

How the hell did he know my name, who I was and what had happened?

Running a hand through my hair and sighing, i set the letter down. I now have a stalker. Fantastic.

I stood, turning toward the fridge to make something small for dinner, humming as I did.

Words took place of the notes as I carried on cooking.

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.

Here in this room he calls me softly

Somewhere inside , hiding

Somehow I know he's always with me

He, the unseen genius.

Angel of Music, guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

Angel of Music hide no longer

Secret and strange Angel.

I finished chopping some carrots and I popped them into the hot water when I heard a ghostly voice.

"Find the old opera house! Find it and become a star!"

The old opera house? The one in Seattle? I wondered idly if it was the one where a Phantom had apparently haunted. Grabbing my laptop I searched 'Seattle Opera House' and clicked the first result.

' More than 30 years ago the Seattle La Populaire opera house was one of the most loved attractions in America. But when he two main chandeliers broke from the ceiling and set fire to the seats it was deemed unsafe for any kind of use. Many believe that this was the work of the Phantom, as two of the lead singers had apparently angered him and he had promised his revenge. Whether this myth is true it is not known but the Opera House has not been used ever since.'

A Phantom?

The voice rang through my head again

"Find the old opera house! Find it and become a star!"

Jumping to my feet, I turned off the stove, grabbed my keys and ran out the door, slamming it after me. I would find this Opera House.