I woke up the next morning, very confused about what or what didn't happen the previous night. It just didn't seem real to me. I couldn't believe what had happened. But on a side note, this was the first time in years it seems, that I had a GOOD night sleep. I didn't have a nightmare or wake up crying, I actually slept all the way through the night.

'Was it because of him?' I pondered to myself as put on my clothing for the day. Seeing how I had a good, full night sleep, I had more energy to my step that I usually didn't have. I didn't drag my feet when I danced or when we had to do our daily chores in the dormatories. I almost danced while sweeping and folding laudry and I even found myself humming the lullaby I remembered.

'Today' I thought happily, 'Is going to be a good day.'

But I kept thinking to myself, 'Was he real? Did it actually happen?' I wanted so desperately believe it, with all of my heart. My mother's promise (I hoped) had come true! At the thought, I danced around the dormitories, all of the chorus girls staring at me in puzzlement.

My friend, Meg, grabbed my arm and pull me aside to a corner. "What in the Lord's name has gotten into you, Chrsitine?" She whipered happily to me. I beemed a big smile at her.

"I had a good night sleep." I said. "First time in a long time, Meg."

"I know that. But there has to be something else." she pried, "Something good happen to you. Any good dreams? Meet any new boys?" She said with a wry smile and a raised eye brow.

I laughed. "Yes I did, and kind of did meet someone." I blushed. I kind of felt foolish for talking about last night to Meg, because it may or may not have actually happen to me. But it was also sort of fun to talk about it at the same time.

Meg squealed. "Oh Christine! Is he handsome? Is he older? Younger? Rich?" she bombarded me.

"Sssshh!!" I said, "You're the first person to know! Please keep it a secret Meg! I don't want anyone else to know!" I didn't want people to think I was crazy because of this.

"Okay, I promise! Cross my heart!" She swore. She looked around, "So, who is it?" she whispered.

"Well-" I started out but then Md. Giry interrupted saying it was time for dance rehearsals. Again.

"Ugh! I'll tell you later." I said to Meg, who hung onto my every word and followed me into the dance studio.

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While stretching in the ballet studio, Meg scooted over to me.

"Tell me now!" She whispered hoarsely, so that Md. Giry wouldn't hear. She gave a pitiful attempt of a pout.

As I did my points and 4th position, I shook my head, and sighed.

"Later." I whispered back. "Do you want your mother mad at us and scold us later?"

She looked dejected, but I knew that she understood. Md. Giry slammed her cane into the ground, letting everyone that she was in charge and did not tolerate talking during rehearsal.

"Quiet!" She said coldly, "You're first show is in 6 weeks and you're no where near ready!" Again she hit the ground with her cane. "Get back to work. NOW!"

After going over the routine multiple of time, it was finally time to head back to our rooms. I was headed there alone, when Meg caught up to me. She tugged at my arm, trying to get any and all information out of me. I kept smiling and giggling, because I loved to see her reaction to every word I uttered.

"Well," I began, hesitating on whether or not tell her it was a dream, " I had a dream last night. A very good dream. I woke up to find that my angel of music came to me! And we talked for a long time, but I never actually saw him. I just heard his voice. But it was so beautiful! It was like bells ringing. And he sang to me a lullaby, the one that I was humming, remember? It was gorgeous!" I sighed and lied on my bed.

"Are you sure it was JUST a dream?" Meg asked excitedly, sitting next to me. "Maybe he was real!" She squealed.

I was just as excited as she was, but despite my eagerness, I let a long yawn.

"I don't know that now. But what I do know is that I am tired and we have an early morning rehearsal tomorrow. And I need another good night sleep." I smiled and she smiled back.

"Sweet dreams!" She giggled as she left my room.

I laughed. "I hope so. You too!" I said to her as she left my room.

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After I had put my night gown on, I let out another long and loud yawn. And again, a melodious chuckle rang through my room. I smiled a rather big smile.

"I do suppose it is getting late." He finally said. "Would you rather me come back again tomorrow night? When you are not so tired?"

"No!" I said loudly, and more forcefully than I intended to be. "I mean, I would like it very much it if you stayed."

He laughed again. "Good. I had no intentions of leaving anyways." I could tell there was a smile to his tone, even though he was hiding in he shadows.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that." I smiled again. My mysterious angel and I talked for what seemed like hours, mostly about music, the Opera House and me. I never wanted him to leave, becuase I felt so comfortable around him.

As I lazily lied in my bed, listening to my angel, I wanted to hear him sing again.

"Angel?" I interrupted him while he talked to me about his love of the piano.

"Yes, Christine?" He answered happily.

"Can I ask two favors?" I asked.

"You may ask." He chuckled and I giggled.

"One; Can you sing that lulaby again?" I asked shhepishly as I got underneath my covers of my bed.

"As you wish." He replied.

"And two." I said before he started to sing.

"Yes?" He said.

"Will you tell me your name?" I asked.

He started to sing my lulaby. I layed in my bed, waiting for his reply to my request.

"Maybe." He sang to me as slipped into sleep. "Maybe."