Here you go :D
Writers POV
Christine lay the picnic blanket on the ground in the shadow of a big tree and sat down on it.
'Let's see what we've got.' she said while looking into the basket. 'we have... some apples, a baguette, some cheese and orange juice.'
Erik grabbed an apple and took a bite. 'You're right Christine,' he said, 'this isn't that bad at all.'
'I told you.'
Erik looked around .
It is beautiful, just like Christine said.
He had seen the park from the roof of the opera house many times before, but he had never imagined it to be this beautiful.
He thought about his mother who never allowed him to go outside and how she used to lock him up in the basement.
He frowned when he thought of it.
'Are you alright, love?' Christine asked and woke him from his thoughts.
He nodded.
'Yes, it's just very strange for me to be outside again.'
'I understand that.'
Christine came closer and whispered in his ear.
'There has been someone looking at you for a while from behind that tree.'
From the corner of his eye he noticed a little girl looking at him. When he turned his head, she quickly hid herself behind the tree.
'I don't think this is a good thing, perhaps she recognizes me from somewhere...' Erik said in a panicking voice and Christine saw stress and fear in his eyes.
'She is just curious.' Christine said to calm him and gestured to the girl that she could come closer.
Step by step the girl came closer till she stood right in front of Christine.
'What's your name, dear?' Christine asked.
The girl remained silent, but she made a gesture to her throat.
'You can't talk?'
The girl shook her head.
'But I guess that you can write.' Christine said while she gave the girl a twig.
The girl swept some dead leaves and twigs from the ground and began to write in big letters.
OLIVIA
'That's a beautiful name.' Christine said.
The girl smiled and began to write in the ground again.
CHRISTINE DAAE?
Christine looked at Erik, who nodded.
'Yes, I am,' she whispered to the girl, 'but nobody needs to know, alright?'
The girl shook her head excitedly.
'Where are your parents, dear?'
The girl pointed to a women who was sitting on a bench.
Then she ran to her, made some strange gestures and then came back with the women walking after her.
'I'm Joséphine Landrieu, Olivia's mother.' the woman said.
'I'm Christine Daae.'
'It is a pleasure to meet you miss. Daae. Olivia is a big fan of you. She immediately knew that it was you.'
'You can call me Christine. Come, join us.'
Olivia smiled and sat down next to Christine and gestured something to her.
'Olivia asks who has taught you how to sing.' Joséphine said.
'Erik did,' Christine said and gave him a glance, 'and he still does. He really is an excellent teacher and composer, I can even say the best I've ever met.'
Erik blushed and looked away.
Olivia looked to Erik with big eyes and began to write.
VIOLIN
'You play violin?' Erik blurted out, after a moment of inner panic not knowing what to say.
Olivia nodded proud.
'Really? That's very good, music is very important.' Erik said.
'Olivia's father taught her,' Joséphine said, 'but he is no longer with us.'
'I'm very sorry.'
'We are looking for a new teacher, but the most of them are very expensive.'
'Erik can teach you,' Christine said after she exchanged a glance with Erik, 'for free.'
'But only, if you teach me sign language.' Erik said with a smile to Olivia, who nodded thankfully.
They sat a long time together, talking. Olivia and Joséphine looked a lot at Erik's mask but didn't ask anything about it.
'I think it is time for Olivia and I to go home.' Joséphine said when she looked at her watch and saw that it was 04.00 p.m.
Olivia gestured glumly to her mother if she couldn't stay any longer.
'I'm sorry, dear, but I have to go to the greengrocer which closes at five and I have to cook dinner. Well thank you for everything, Christine, and we stay in touch. I gave you my address, right?'
Christine nodded. 'Yes, you did.'
'Now say goodbye to Christine and Erik.'
Olivia walked to Erik and hugged him.
'See you another time, sweetheart.' he said.
Then she walked to Christine and hugged her even longer.
'What if,' Christine whispered while hugging Olivia, 'you now come with Erik and me, then you can get you first violin lesson and we'll bring you home again.'
Olivia stopped hugging and smiled gleesomely at the singer.
'If your mother agrees of course.'
Olivia looked at her mother and asked it again.
'Hmm, I don't know, Olivia.'
'Don't worry, Joséphine,' Christine said, 'we have your address so Erik and I can bring Olivia home again before dinner.'
'Well... Alright why not.'
Olivia hugged her mother really grateful and said goodbye to her.
'Perhaps we should go home too, love,' Erik said after a few minutes to Christine, 'because then Olivia and I can start the first music lesson.' He smiled when he saw Olivia trying to hide her enthusiasm.
'Alright.' Christine answered and began to clear away the things from their picnic.
When everything was put into the basked they were ready to leave.
Christine stood up and reached for Olivia's hand who grabbed it happily.
'You can give the basket to me, love.' Erik said to Christine.
And so they left the park.
Woohoo she's writing the next chapter at the moment :D
I know what's going to happen, and it's pretty good :P
Thanks for reading though!
