Still some of the same stuff but slightly different. Let me know if it's decent or not.
When he awoke he found himself in a room that was not his own. It was painted black with an oak wood bed frame in the center. On the mattress of the bed there were dark red sheets and pillows covered by a black blanket. He found his way to the door. He exited down the stairs. He remembered swirling mist across a vast glossy lake and riding in a boat. He remembered this room with the organ and desk. There were candles all around and the boat was still there. He saw the woman from before. He came up behind her. "Why am I here?" he asked with a slight harshness to his tone. She noticed him. "You are here for one purpose and one alone. To sing my music." she said tiredly. He could see that she was obviously came closer to look her in the eyes. She was working on something, but what? He put his hand on her shoulder gently.
"Where am I?"he questioned
"Where I have brought you of course" she answered as she shook away and began writing again.
He then took her mask off to find her hideously deformed underneath. "Damn you!" she screamed harshly. "You little prying Pandora! Is this what you wanted to see?" She screamed even louder. She put her hand over her face to cover up her deformity. "Damn you! Curse you!" she said more hurt this time. She walked away. She went up to her bedroom to get away and spare him the trouble of looking at her.
Christopher followed behind. He brought the mask with him. He handed it to her. As she put it on, her posture went back to its best and she turned to look at him and she only stated one thing. "We must go now. The owners of my opera house will be missing you soon.
They got into the boat and no other words were spoken. She paddled him back to the opera house and brought him back to his own room. `She left him there.
