Angel of Music
somehow I know he's always with me
secret and strange angel
She's back in her dressing room one minute before she's called. Quickly fixing any smudged makeup, she runs to the stage, purpously not looking at anyone, avoiding any questions.
She goes onstage, and starts to play her role. She can't really keep her concentration, though. The events of a few moments before still dartle around her memories. She still doesn't have a lot of clarity about this man. Why is he claiming he needs somebody? Who is this man? And why on Earth is she helping him if she doesn't even have answers on those questions?
Safe to say, it's her worst performance yet. Her timing is off, her singing's not right and so the directors aren't pleased with her. Still not fully re-focused yet, she promises to get back on top again, and she takes of to her dressing room.
She doesn't een take the time to close the door when she runs to her mirror, searching for te opening she went through a few hours ago.
She doesn't find anything.
So she decides to let it go for a bit, and starts to remove her makeup. Just then, someone knocks on her door, sticking his head in.
"Stevie Baskara? Where is your red scarf?"
"Uuh, sir?"
"Oh, you can't have lost it! After all the trouble I took! I was just nine years old and soaked to the skin!"
"Because you'd run into the sea to fetch my scarf! Oh, Nelson, it's you!"
"Stevie!"
Nelson used to be her best friend, but then when they were twelve, she and her family moved away from him, making their friendship practically impossible. Now he's standing there, almost six years later, both totally changed, hugging eachother.
Nelson smiles at her.
Little Lotte, let her mind wander
She laughs at his mention of the name he used to call her. "You remember that too?"
He grins and nods.
Little Lotte, thought 'Am I fonder of dolls...
She takes place behind her vanity and smiles at him through the mirror.
... or of goblins, of shoes, or of riddles, of frocks
Those picknicks in the attic, or of chocolate...'
She grins at the memory of her father playing the violin as Nelson's mom used to tell stories.
'No, what I love best', Lotte said
'Is when I'm asleep in my bed
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head'
Nelson looks at her, surprised. "Little Lotte never said that!"
She looks back up at him. "It's what Little Lotte would say now."
"Really? The Angel of Music? I always knew theater had a bad influence on your thoughts."
She smacks him on his arm, playfully. "Really, Nelson, it's true! I've been visited by the Angel of Music! You remember how my dad always joked about him? Well, he's real!"
"Sure. But now, let me take you home. Come on, go change and I'll meet you outside in a few minutes."
And he's out of the door before she can protest. She does as she's instructed, though, and before she walks out the door, she takes a quick look at herself in the mirror, completely unaware of the man behind the mirror, who's heard the whole conversation.
The next night, her acting is great again.
But her Angel is silent.
And so he is for the next three weeks in a row.
She starts to think he's disappeared, or that she's dreamed the entire thing. Confusion is a daily problem. Nelson gets her through, by helping her getting ready and taking her home after the show.
But one day, Nelson calls, saying he's sick and won't be able to come that night. But the show must go on, and so she plays her part and does a great job.
But then, after the show, she goes to her dressing room.
She could've expected it.
Have you missed me, sweet madame?
She looks at her mirror. Closed. She looks everywhere in her room, looking for the source of the voice. But when she looks back at her mirror, it is open, and Zander's in the doorway.
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
And taking the opportunity to get answers to her questions, she follows him again.
They take a different path this time, because she doesn't recognise it.
He's holding her hand, leading her. A déja vù feeling strikes upon her.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The Phantom of the Theatre is here
Inside my mind
Zander leads her to a boat, starting to sing with her.
Sing once again with me, our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me, to glance behind
The Phantom of the Theatre is there
Inside your mind
And soon enough, she's back in that room again, wondering what the hell she's gotten herself into.
Hi guys! It's me! I think I'm gonna publish a new chapter every Monday, but no promises...
Some clarification: Nelson = Raoul, but I'm not doing a Stevie/Nelson romance thing (Nelvie? Stelson?). But (and I'm sorry about this) it's also gonna take a while before the actual Zevie starts... Just, please, hang in there, it will come!
Songs in this chapter: Angel of Music (opening lyrics), Little Lotte, Why So Silent (but that's only 'Have you missed me, sweet madame?') and Phantom of the Opera.
Replies to comments:
unknown4499: thank you so much! thanks for reading! :)
HTRobsessed: i get it was a little fast, but do you understand it now? thanks so much for reading! :)
MONKEY: it was my first instinct to go with Zander as Raoul, but I figured that's why it would be fun to have him as the Phantom. But there will be Zevie, I promise you! thank you for reading! :)
Until next time, please review, and thanks for reading. xx