The doors of the Ballerina's chambers burst open.
"Madame Giry, Madame Giry."
She hurries in to see an excitedlooking Christine.
"What is it, my child?"
"Madame Giry, look"
The girl hands her the rose. She immediately gets an undescribeable look on her face.
"I think it is from the angel."
"Yes, I think it is. Now hurry to your classes."
Christine gave a small curtsie, and ran out the door.
The older woman gave a small shudder, and set the rose down on the table.
It cannot be!
Erik began pacing around the floor.
But if it is not possible, then why the dream?
He turned over to the large bed that had become his after it was discarded from the scene shop.
I must not allow this to happen, it cannot be. However...
Music suddenly ran through his head.
She will be mine, someday...
Okay, I know really short chapter, but I'm in school and have no time.
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