Author Note: HEY! Okay so this chapter was originally 21 pages but…for some reason I think it would flow more smoothly if I broke the chapter up….
I'm sooo sorry about the long wait. I had writers block…and when I get writers block it last for a lonnnng time.
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Well I will be posting periodically through out the week...
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The talented
When I came out of the Patrons office, I was faced with four women.
Christine, Odette, Meg, and Madame Giry...Uh Oh.
I wasn't so much worried about Odette as I was the other three. I mean yes Odette had every right to be mad at me, and possibly hate me.
"Why hello Ladies," I said trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
The Phantom...Nervous? Yeah...That is pretty sad.
I scanned across the line of them looking at their faces, Christine's was shocked, Odette looked confused, Meg looked extremely angry, and Madame Giry... Well I don't think there is a word strong enough to describe it.
"Father wont you come see me play the piano?" Odette spoke up.
Smart child, I'm beginning to like her already.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the crowd of women and led me down the hall way towards the theater. I looked back at them for a brief moment; they stood there looking at each other then at me.
And there is one word to describe all of there looks now...And that would be: Shocked.
"You owe me," Odette said once we were inside the theater she continued to pull me down the aisle towards the orchestra pit.
"I what?" I questioned. I'm apparently not up to date with the teen age talk of today.
"I just saved your butt back there; didn't you see the look on Madame Giry's face? She looked like she wanted to kill you, and if you lived she'd probably try again until she succeeded." She said as she sat down at the piano bench.
I couldn't speak. This child amazed me in every way. Some how she managed to look Identical to Christine and me. Yes I know that makes no sense, but it could go either way.
"Have you ever heard Fur Elise by Beethoven?" she asked me, as she lifted the cover of the keys on the piano.
Have I ever heard Fur Elise? Of course who hasn't?
"Yes it is a very beautiful piece. You know it?" She probably did, but then again she could just be testing my knowledge of the musical world.
"Of course, I mastered it by the time I was eight" she said proudly, who could blame her for bragging? Any child that could master that song by the age of eight defiantly had incredible talent.
I watched her as she set her hands on the keys.
"That is quite an accomplishment," I responded, she gave me a look that sort of said 'AS...IF'
She began to play, and much to my astonishment she nailed every single note, and what is more shocking is she had no musical score to read from.
Even some of the worlds finest pianists need the musical score to play a song such as that.
When she finished she looked over at me and smiled, her teeth were perfectly white, and straight. Something she most defiantly inherited from Christine.
"Very nice, you know I play the piano as well?" I told her, I motioned for her to move from the bench; she obliged and stood at the side of the piano. I took off my cloak and placed it over the railing then sat down at the piano.
I began to play the song "Music of the night," her eyes were wide in amazement.
"I know that song!" she stated pointing at the piano.
"What? How could you? There is no musical score for this song" I had stopped playing, and let my hands rest on gently on the keys of the piano.
There is no possible way she knows this song, no way, there can't be.
"Yes I know there is no musical score, but when I was little I use to sit for hours and practice songs. Then one day I couldn't play but then I heard my Maman humming that song, and I began to play it on the piano. It frightened her so, when she heard me playing it. I was saddened when she told me not to play it any more it was such a beautiful song," I could not believe what I was hearing.
Could this child posses such an ear for music?
An idea crossed my mind, if what she said were to be true, I could make up any tune and then ask her to play it.
I stood up from the piano and moved to where she was standing. "SIT!" I said in a rather stern voice, she obeyed and sat down at the piano once again.
"Alright I'm going to hum a short tune let's see if you can repeat it on the piano," I told her.
I started to hum the tune to the duet Christine and I had sung when she first came to my lair.
She had a perplexed look on her face, like she was counting the beats and figuring out the notes.
When I finished humming I nodded to her and she began to play.
At first she started on the wrong note but quickly realized her mistake "Oops, may I start over?" she asked looking up at me with pleading eyes.
"Yes you may," I said quietly.
This time she played it perfectly, every note in perfect sync with the next. What was more frightening is when she got to the part where I stopped humming she continued to play past it still getting every note correct.
As much as I hate to admit it, even at her age I don't think that I was even that musically advanced.
There was no doubt this child had extreme talent.
I wonder if she can sing?
Could she compose music as well?
She finished the song; I just stood there and stared at her in astonishment. I shook my head after a moment. No I'm imagining things. This child could have not just played that entire song with out ever hearing it except for a short bit of it.
"Father? What is wrong?" she asked me a look of concern filled her eyes.
"Nothing dear, it's just you play so well that I just cannot believe you played the entire aria with out missing a single note. Not to mention never having heard the song." I said in disbelief.
She said nothing; she just looked at me as if I had said something completely idiotic. She probably thinks I have...
"You are extremely talented; don't let any one ever tell you different. Tell me Odette what else do you know?" I asked her curiously.
"Everything…" she said quietly… I could hear her voice breaking.
"More than I want to know" She finished.
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