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Chapter 3

The girl knew who I was! That is unacceptable. Nevertheless, she said she already knows who I am AND what I look like. That would mean… No. She could not have been there. She was a performer for gypsies.

"How do you know about my face?"

"I already told you, you were the man that replaced Piangi."

"Yes I know, but how did you know about me replacing Piangi?"

"Well," She seemed very hesitant in her answer. "I was one of the people watching the performance." She looked at me with eyes that were pleading not to hurt her. "When you cut the rope holding on to the chandelier I ran. A man accidentally bumped into me and then I fell. When I hit the floor, I guess I fell unconscious, because the last thing I remember is being surrounded by fire, not people, and the fact that my face felt like it was on fire. Which it was, and it was bleeding severely."

She was scarred and hurt because of ME? Was I the one that put her through the life of a caged and beaten animal? Confusion whirled inside me at the same time that she begun her story again, could she tell what I was thinking?

"After I ran out of the building crying and screaming, people where shouting 'Monster! Ah! Get away from her!'. The men came and took me to the gypsies. It was a very unpleasant ordeal there. They said that they already lost 'The Devil's Child' but they could always have a similar attraction, now. That cage that you saved me from has been my home for three years. I was eighteen when it happened."

I am so sorry, was all that I could think about. It seems that she could read my mind and with that, she placed a hand on my shoulders and said, "It was not your fault that I have this distortion. It was because I came to that opera. Alas, I am not sorry for going. I would have given up ten years of my life to see that opera again. Let alone hear the music."

I have to change subjects and fast. This is getting a bit to awkward for my liking. Then again, I do not like very much conversation.

"You cut your hair."

"Yes, it was very matted and I could not manage it, but now I can." I could tell from her blue-green eyes that she knew about my change of subject and understood why.

"You sing beautifully," I said as low as I could, but not under my breath.

"I am sorry, sir, but I am afraid I do not follow you."

"Last night when you were in your sleep, you were screaming then I came to see what the matter was. On my down the stairs, you began to sing Past the Point Of No Return. Did you memorise the song?"

"Actually, I sing horribly and secondly I memorised the entire opera. It was the only thing reminding me that in my life there was a time when I was happy." Why would she say that she sang horribly was beyond me, still the second part of her answer was true. When she held my gaze again, she started for the stares, and the next thing I knew was that she was at my organ looking at the sheet music.