Ch. 2
As soon as the lesson was over, I almost ran back to my room ready to talk to my Angel and apologize. I heard him softly say
"Christine"
I immediately launched into an apology "I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I was so angry and it was wrong for that anger to come out on you. Can you ever forgive me?"
I usually wasn't one for groveling but I never wanted my Angel to go and tried my best to seem resigned especially when he gave me music lessons. His music lessons that were so odd and so tiring I obeyed every word that he said because it was undeniable that they worked. There was always an obvious improvement after each lesson. He had even said that I was much better than the Diva herself.
He replied in a reprimanding tone "I have forgiven you and understand the anger you felt. Although, you never should have loosened your tongue."
I was almost said something about how he wasn't my mom, but instead took a deep aggravated breath and simply said "Yes."
"Start your warm ups" he said; forgetting about the incident for now.
As he corrected me and gave me some amazing tips, he suddenly gave me a rare praise. "That last song was astounding."
"Thank you Angel" I stated reminding myself not to let it go to my head.
"I want you to sing Elisa's part in act three of Hannible."
My eyes widened "Um ok, this song is a bit harder I don't know if I can meet your standards."
"You will do fine have faith in your abilities." I began the song nervously and he stopped me immediately. "Do not sing it as if you are afraid. I have never seen you afraid of anything before a piece of music should not evoke this reaction." I started the song again and once again, he stopped me again "I have told you many time stand up straight" I continued like that until I was almost asleep on my feet. He must have noticed, "We will continue tomorrow get some rest now."
"Will you sing to me?" I asked hopefully.
"If you wish" I went to my closet and got dressed and tucked myself in bed. Soon I hear my lullaby and I was asleep within minutes.
I woke up the next morning and got dressed I knew that today Madame Giry would make me pay for being late and if I did it again then she would make sure I was hardly able to walk tomorrow. I began thinking about last night's lesson, why had he pushed me so hard on that song. He never seemed to try to make me go beyond my limit; last night I'm pretty sure I was close. I let it go. He does many things and I should not question him. I hurried to the rehearsal. In two days, we would play Hannibal and every one was putting in a surprise extra practice. I was so consumed in it. I never suspected that there was a man watching me all throughout the day.
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Eric's POV
There she was the girl that consumed most of my life these past years. The girl that was astounding me in so many ways. The voice she first had when she came here was not the best but I could hear the talent that just needed to be brought out with a little coaching. I have learned many things about this girl in these past 5 years. Not many people could tell when she was lying or when she was angry because she was an amazing actor. It wasn't until she was away from everyone else that she showed her true emotions. I had done nothing but observe her. On some days so I was able to read her like a book; I could tell by a twitch of an eyebrow that she was absolutely furious or the corners of her mouth turning up slowly to show she was holding back a laugh. My next present to her was going to be special. I hoped that I could take care of Carlotta tonight but the song wasn't ready yet. I had thought of many ways to make Carlotta or as Christine said, the toad quit this close to opening night. I already put in a word with Madame Giry two days ago that I wanted Christine to be the lead this time. She was more than capable of it and much better than Carlotta by far; they just needed to hear it.
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Christine's POV
That night the music lesson started with the regular scales, but soon turned to 'Think of Me', again and this time he wanted it perfect. He scolded mistake after mistake; almost pushed me to the edge of my patience. Then finally he was satisfied with one try "That was perfect do it one more time than the lesson is done."
I smiled at his approval and started again certain to do it the same as the last one, and I could hear clapping.
"Beautiful now you can rest your voice, do not sing until the dress rehearsal" I almost felt like jumping up and down in excitement he had never been this enthusiastic about a song. Which made me curious once again, but I had learned by now never to question My Angel. He had shown more than once that he was more than capable of teaching me.
"Thank you so much" then spur of the moment question that had been bothering me more and more over these past days. "Will I ever see you?" there was a pause and I mentally scolded myself for being so blunt after such a good practice.
After I thought he had left again I heard him "maybe" maybe, I pondered that maybe all night; long after My Angel had stopped singing. Maybe there is a way I can finally see him in all his glory, what an angel must look like. It must be beautiful.
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