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Chapter 4: Christine La Countess

Christine along with Meg and most of the other people laughed. The exceptions of few that are either too scared or are actual good acquaintances of Carlotta.

Raoul smiled and turned to the managers, frowning when he saw a distressed look on Firmin's face.

"What seems to be troubling good Monsieur?" the Vitcome insisted.

"Well who is going to sing the lead?" Firmin then turned to Andre, "We'll have to refund the whole house. The whole house!"

And suddenly the good natured laughter turned into worried chatters, the dancers started complaining that they have been training hard and would not want to stop the production and the stagehands started complaining about all the hard work they had put in only to be wasted.

"Christine Daae can sing it Monsieur," Madame Giry stepped up.

Silence greeted the entire hall.

Christine's eyes grew wide and shot Madame Giry a panicked look, Meg on the other hand was practically jumping up and down in excitement. Raoul smiled, knowing that Christine was a good singer, at the very least she would not permanently damage his hearing.

"A chorus girl?" Andre's nose flared, "Don't be ridiculous!"

"Let her sing for you Monsieur," Madame Giry walked over to Christine and pushed her over to center stage. "She has been taking lessons from a great tutor, she won't disappoint you."

"Oh?" Firmin turned to Christine, "And who is this great tutor?"

Christine shifted uncomfortably, "I'm sorry sir I don't know his name." She answered in a small voice.

"Let the girl sing," Raoul insisted, "We have nothing to lose." He smiled at Christine, who managed a small smile back.

Diebenne nodded to the nervous chorus girl, "Go ahead my dear."

Christine looked around; she saw Meg and Madame Giry beaming in her direction, the stagehands leaning against the railings as if waiting for a good laugh, the ballet girls snickering and whispering, and Raoul and the managers looking at her as if praying that she could save the show. And Christine was shaking, butterflies were dancing the Tchaikovsky ballet in her stomach and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.

And then suddenly, Christine felt a calm wash over her. He's here. Christine smiled.

Lifting her head up high Christine took a deep breath in, and started to sing. As her voice soared through the song, Christine was aware of only one man's presence.

Her angel and she sang for him.

When she was done, Christine was met with silence. And suddenly the entire hall erupted in cheers and applause.

Christine grinned and curtsied. Her eyes met Meg's and she laughed when she saw how her sister was clapping like a mad woman. Madame Giry beamed at her, nodding as if knowing what had just taken place.

"My good Lord Ms. Daae," Andre walked up to Christine and took her hand, putting a kiss on her knuckles. "That was absolutely spectacular!"

"Extraordinary I must say!" Firmin walked up behind Andre, still clapping.

"Christine," Diebenne smiled at her, "I never knew."

"Oh you must play the lead for tonight's Hannibal Ms. Daae," Andre insisted.

"I will be honoured Monsieur," Christine smiled. And applause erupted again.

"I will be looking forward to watching you Christine," Raoul came up clapping with a large grin on his face.

"Oh yes Vitcome!" Firmin nodded, "Box five will be ready for you."

"But Box five is the Phantom's box!" Meg ran up to the group. "And…"

"Pahh!" Andre shook his head, "His box?! His theatre?! Well…"

"If Box five belongs to our Phantom then I insist we keep it for him," Raoul put a hand on Andre's shoulders. "After all, what kind of gratitude would we be showing if we took his Box? Without him we would not have found Christine's talent."

Andre raised an eyebrow, but recovered quickly. "Oh of course, alright, ah, would you then wish to accompany Firmin and I in Box one?"

Raoul smiled, "I would be delighted to."

And Christine's performance was greeted with an enthusiastic response from all of Paris. Christine smiled and bowed as roses and flowers were thrown at her direction. After the last note of the Opera has been played, Christine made her way through the crowd to her temporary dressing room. Passing cast members and stagehands and audience admirers Christine smiled and thanked everyone who congratulated her.

Finally after getting to her dressing room, Christine closed the door and lit the candles. Seeing the sight in front of her she gasped; her room was filled with bouquets of flowers and notes of admiration. Grinning with her success, Christine made her way to the vanity and sat down. Taking off the sash of jewels in her hair which was quite heavy, Christine admired the bunch of lilies placed beside her mirror.

There was a knock and in came Raoul. "You sang like an angel Christine," he smiled and brought her a boutonniere of magnolias.

"Thank you Raoul," Christine returned the smile and took a sniff of the flowers. "These are lovely."

"Well I am known to be quite the flower expert," Raoul winked. "Actually I just took them off the managers." He admitted sheepishly.

Christine laughed, "They are exquisite nonetheless."

Raoul bowed and chuckled and knelt down in front of Christine. "My, my, Christine, I do remember you had a beautiful voice when we were kids, but you truly are spectacular. Who is this tutor you do not know the name to?"

"Well," Christine replied as she put the bouquet on the table, not noticing a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. "Raoul do you remember the story of Little Lotte and the Angel of Music that father told us?"

"Of course."

"When father had died," Christine looked into Raoul's blue eyes which betrayed his confusion. "He promised me he would send me the Angel of Music. And father's dead Raoul and I have been visited. It is the Angel of Music that has been teaching me."

"Oh?" Raoul raised an eyebrow.

"It is true Raoul you must believe me," Christine said, knowing fully well she sounded like a child.

"No doubt about it," Raoul shook his head.

Christine signed, "It is hard to believe I know, perhaps I can prove it to you some day."

Raoul smiled, "Well then I will await that day I get to meet your Angel."

Christine smiled and nodded.

"Now," Raoul stood, "We go to dinner."

"Oh no Raoul," Christine offered a sympathetic smile. "The Angel of Music is very strict, after tonight's performance he no doubts wishes to speak to me."

"Then I shan't keep you out late," Raoul tried again holding out his hand.

Christine shook her head, "Next time Raoul, I promise. You should invite Meg; I believe she is free tonight."

Raoul's disappointed face quickly lit up, "Splendid idea Christine. And I will hold you to your promise to joining me next time."

Christine nodded and grinned, "Of course."

"I bid you good night and give my greetings to your Angel," Raoul smiled and walked to the door.

"I will Raoul," Christine promised. "Good night."

With one final smile and nod, Raoul pulled open the door and walked out.

"Christine, Christine, Christine…." A voice sung out of nowhere.

Christine smiled. He's here.