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Chapter 7
October 21, 1783
Erik's Journal
What in God's name have I gotten myself into? I have just offered music lessons to a crippled 10-year-old girl, why? Perhaps it was her handicap, allowing me to relate easily to her, or maybe, it was her passion for music. She did seem deep within the song. Then there was the fire I saw in her eyes when she looked at me. The burning desire that lay inside her soul tapped into mine, and somehow made me offer her lessons. Lessons!
Poor, young Lucille is, unknowingly, taking lessons from a monster. She is such an innocent creature and she called me PAPA. I do not want to take that away from her. It is a quality that is… flattering. Did my ears deceive me; did she really call me papa. Most likely a reflex…
Unlike Christine, Lucille already knew who I was when I made her the offer. Then still, she accepted. She accepted without fear. When she turned around and saw me standing there, I saw the shock and terror in her eyes quickly diminish when she looked into mine.
I recall observing some of the interactions between her and her friends. The "mother" of the group seems to be the Clairoux girl. She is actually quite the seamstress. Madame Antoinette Giry snuck a pair of my pants to her that had a horrible tear, claiming they were a part of a costume. She literally made the hole disappear. Then there is that ballet rat and the Buquet boy… I'll ask about their names later. The rat has a bit of promise. She is sickeningly enthusiastic and obeys Madame Giry's every command. I can't, sadly, reprehend the boy for being the nephew of that drunkard. He does a decent job, although it is annoying when he makes sure that the ropes will not "break".
I do hope these lessons will not go awry. She shows promise. She seems very professional. I could see her performing on stage, someday. She has every quality she would need to achieve her goals. She is perfect, perfectly imperfect.
Lucy woke to a deadly stare from Annabelle who was still in her nightgown.
"Where in God's name did you disappear to last night? I was worried sick." Lucy tried finding an answer without involving her new "teacher."
"I was playing the piano. Some of the ballerinas made fun of me again and I wanted to play away my feelings." Danielle stared at Lucy with quizzical eyes and asked,
"Who was the man that carried you into the room and put you into bed." Lucy hid her face in her hands trying not to strangle Danny.
"What man?" Charlie cried out running into the room.
"I…uh…well…" Lucy could not find the words to say, so Charlie looked at Danny for the answer.
"He was tall. He had black hair and wore all black clothing. He was very pale and he was like a shadow. I didn't see his face but…Charlie you look like you have seen a ghost." During Danielle's descriptions, Charlie had turned white as a sheet.
"I didn't see a ghost, but if my uncle is right, Lucy did."
