Chapter 10
"What?" Angéle said. She could hardly believe her ears. A chance to learn music! It was what she had always wanted.
"Would you like me to teach you how to sing, Angéle?" Erik was extremely nervous. He had no idea why he was doing this. All he knew was that he remembered what it felt like to be unwanted by his own mother.
"Oh, I would love to, Erik I really would, but this is the first time my mother has left me alone without a chaperone. I would never be able to come," Angéle felt ready to cry. It was all so close and yet it was still beyond her reach.
Erik thought for a time. This would be a difficulty. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Angéle, do you think you can get your mother to let you come see every show in this box?" Erik watched as Angéle's face scrunched up a little as she thought it through.
"I think it can be done, but what good is that? We can hardly practice here." Erik felt a tug in his heart as her large, forlorn orbs looked blindly into his hideous face. He felt he would do anything for her.
"I have a house beneath the opera. I could teach you there." Erik waited for her reply.
"That sounds perfect. I'll see if I can get my mother to let me come to every show. She has rented this box out for the next few weeks, while she and my father are gone," Angéle was positively beaming and, all though she did not know it, so was Erik.