Chapter 7
Just to clatify, "entertain yourself" is of one of the worst things you could say to me. I am not a person who does well with boredom. It makes me loopy. The moment I thought Erik was out of earshot, I bolted to his room. I threew open the door, and there it was, the pipe organ. It was the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I sat down and began to play 10 of the most infamous notes of all time: the Phantom's theme.
I happily pounded on the keys for an hour before I decided it was best to move on. I had a few concerns regarding Erik's reaction to my handling of his instrument. I started to leave when I saw a black book lying on his desk. Being owner of a very strong scientific curiosity, I decided to investigate, for purely psychoanalytic reasons, of course.
I quickly realized that the book was Erik's diary. As I flipped through the pages, I saw all the entries were in French, except the last one. I started to read eagerly.
"Erik has decided to write in English as it is the language of his guest. He feels he must become accustomed to the language. He had found the girl in such indecent clothes, but she acts modestly. She has seen Erik's face but she says that is not why she is frightened.
"Erik decided to teach the girl to sing opera. Erik worked with Morgan for quite some time. Morgan would often point out her mistakes before Erik could even point them out. She gave Erik every scrap of effort she had.
"By the time we finished t was very late. The poor girl was absolutely famished. When Erik had given Morgan her dinner, she insisted that he eat with her. Morgan even went so far as to refuse to eat until Erik did! Erik could not let the girl go hungry and he almost found her stubbornness endearing somehow. Finally, Erik gave in. He removed his mask and ate to appease the stubborn child.
"At first Morgan seemed disgusted by Erik, but then her expression changed. It was almost as though she was fascinated by Erik's hideousness, but what Erik always saw in her eyes was mercy.
"Erik doubts she will request his company for dinner again. He believes she merely wanted to see the monster's face. Erik will not force the horror that is his face upon the young lady again.
"The song Morgan sang spoke of measuring one's life in love. If that is the true measure of life, then Erik's life is utterly empty. But maybe, just maybe, his life could gain some small measure of worth through this girl.
"But Erik cannot allow himself to day dream in such a way, it will only make things more painful."
I set down Erik's diary and then went to the Louis Philippe room to wait for Erik's return.