A/N: OMG! It's been soooooo long since I've had the chance to write my stories. If you're wondering why, it was because my computer started to screw up, and had a LOT of viruses on it. But now I'm back so I can finally do it again. Just so you know I may end up editing earlier chapters in my stories because I think I didn't do a good enough job on it. I'm nit picky about my stories like that. So anyway enjoy.


Flaky's P.O.V

I can't believe I did that! I can still hear the audience clapping. The other ballet girls walked up to me, wanting to congratulate me for a job well done. I'm really glad I have red fur now…

"Oh Flaky, you where wonderful! I knew you could do it," Petunia gushed.

"Yes, well… Good job," Sniffles muttered stiffly.

I laughed and handed all the others a flower from the bouquet in my paws.

Madame Giry put a paw on my shoulder, " Yes, you did well," she said. "He will be pleased." Then she turned to the dancers, "And you! You were a disgrace tonight! Such ronds de jambe! Such temps de cuisse!" (A/N: I do not know what Madame Giry just said.)

Everyone cringed at Madame Giry's harsh words. She was starting to slip into French too… That ment she was really mad. Madame Giry banged her stick on the floor and said, "Come – we rehearse. Now!"

Petunia and the other ballet girls said good-bye and followed Madame Giry. For a moment I watched as they rehearsed, then left to go to my dressing room. But just when I was about to open the door I heard his voice.

Phantom/Evil:

"Bravi, bravi, bravissimi…"

I look up to the rafters, hoping to see something, when someone touched my shoulder. I turned around quickly in alarm, but it was only Petunia.

Petunia:

"Where in the world

have you been hiding?

Really you where

perfect!"

"I only wish

I knew you secret!

Who is this new tutor?"

I smiled, thinking how to best explain, as I entered my dressing room. Then I remembered the stories father told me as a girl. The stories of Little Lotte and the Angel of Music…

Flaky:

"Father once spoke

of an angel…

I used to dream

he'd appear…

Now as I sing,

I can sense him…

And I know

he's here."

A shiver ran down my back, and I could swear I could hear Him whispering in my ear.

"Here in this room

he calls me softly…

somewhere inside…

hiding…"

"Somehow I know

he's always with me…

he – the unseen

genius…"

Petunia's P.O.V.

Flaky is acting very strange. An angel? I feel very concerned for her well-being… Maybe she just needs to lie down and rest?

Petunia:

"Flaky, you must have

been dreaming…

Stories like this can't

come true…"

"Flaky, you're talking

in riddles…

And it's not

like you…"

Flaky wasn't listening to me. Her eyes were looking off into the distance and were glazed over. She was lost to all things around her.

Flaky:

"Angel of Music!

Guide

and guardian!

Grant to me your

glory!"

Petunia: -to herself-

"Who is this angel?

This…"

Both:

"Angel of Music!

Hide

no longer!

Secret and strange

angel…"

Flaky:

"He's with me,

even now…"

Petunia:

"Your hands are cold…"

Flaky:

"All around me…"

Petunia:

"Your face, Flaky,

it's pale…"

Flaky:

"It frightens me…"

Petunia:

"Don't be frightened…"

Flaky's P.O.V.

I looked at Petunia, wondering if I should tell her all the things the Angel had told me. Then Madame Giry came in with a bang of her stick. She looked very angry…

"Petunia Giry." Yeah she was mad. "Are you a dancer?"

"Yes," Petunia said in a small voice.

"Then go and practice."

With a glance back in my direction Petunia left to join the other dancers.


A/N: Yeah this was short but I'm going by scene for this. And like I said earlier I will most likely end up editing chapters after I've already posted so be on the lookout. The same thing goes for other stories that I have with the exception of the T or D crossover fanfic. So anyway, peace out!