Christine sat on the edge of her bed which was covered with a zebra patterned comforter listening to her Angel tell her the rules of being his student. "Be on time. Do your best. Listen for each variant of each note. Always listen. Do not sing or speak unless your told to. Sit up straight. Any questions before we get started?"

"What if Madame Giry keeps me for too long?" "No, excuses either. You'll be here on time or not at all." "What if a boy keeps me out to late?" Her Angel didn't even consider such thoughts since she was but fifteen and dating should be the last thing on her mind.

"No dating. Boys are a distraction." Christine didn't look all surprise at her Angel's words. He wanted a completely dedicated student. Not someone who wanted a hobby. "Now, straighten up and we will begin." Christine straighten her posture on his order.

"Repeat after me… Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So…" "Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So.." Christine tired to match his tempo but she was now match for his voice. She lacked the elegance that came with his voice. "Christine, repeat." He ordered not scolding her for doing so poorly just telling her practice makes perfect.

"Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So." She sung again but with the same result. "Christine, again" This went on for many hours. Until she improved just slightly. Just enough progress for one lesson. He didn't want to put too much stress on her.

After she was dismissed by her Angel, she grabbed a baggy tee shirt and some underwear before she headed for a shower. Christine asked herself many questions some quite stupid.
'Is it healthy for a cow to have a form stole? How are umbrellas made? If a rooster lays an egg on the middle of a roof which way does it fall? Do Angels fall in love? Can my Angel see me in the shower? He probably can but won't because they don't have thoughts like that.'

She almost nicked her legs and armpits shaving laughing about her random thoughts. Thoughts usually forgotten once out of the shower. Thoughts that no other human will ever hear. She turned off the faucet and dried herself off with a nearby towel.

She put on her clothes and headed for bed. Nice, warm, comfy bed. Christine always looked forward to bed. "Goodnight, Angel." she said before turning her lights off and diving her face into one of her many pillows. "Goodnight, Christine" He kindly replied.

He waited until she was sound asleep before he threw the comforter on top of her. She would never know he did such a kind yet a little bit creepy act. He retreated to his catacombs. He compelled a list of his work that he would like Christine to sing one day. When she was a singing star. He wanted to build the world around her, his soon to be angel of Music.