Erik watched as Christine wandered back to her dressing room after rehearsal. He couldn't help but notice that she was looking rather glum. Daroga and Meg Giry had gone out for dinner and he had guessed that she had not wanted to intrude. Once she got to the room, she stripped off, as she had the day before and sat on her bed contemplating, he thought her a rather tragic sight and decided that this would not do.
Christine sat, wondering why she was not as enchanted with singing in the opera as she had thought she would be. Her voice was good, people had assured her of that. But she wanted to sound the way she had with Monsieur Giry. She let her head fall into her hands and sighed, unsure as what to do.
Her head rose from her hands when she heard a piano, faintly in the distance.
"Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor." She heard a familiar voice sing. She stood and approached the mirror, which sounded like the source of the melody. When the music paused for a moment, she pressed her forehead to the glass, wanting to be closer to him.
"Erik, angel of music, whoever you are. Please, tell me what to do!" She pleaded into the emptiness.
Erik heard Christine pleading and gasped, feeling something deep in his stomach that made him want to hold her so tightly she would never leave.
"Turn your face away
From the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light,
And listen to the music of the night." He stopped, wanting her to dwell on what he had said. He wanted her down here, with him in the darkness. However, there seemed to be something cruel about taking such a creature away from the light that illuminated her being like the day in the garden that he so remembered. He thought back to how pleasant the sun had felt on his face and more importantly, how much joy seeing Christine bathe in the sun brought him and he wondered if perhaps there was a compromise that needed to be made on his part.
Christine sat and thought about what she had heard for a long time. She was sure that the voice that sung to her was Erik. She thought that maybe he had visited the opera house and was practicing on stage. But that did not explain why she heard his voice so clearly through her mirror. She now knew that this voice was the one who beckoned her to sing before. She was beginning to think that the angel of music that she had asked her mother for to help her with Monsieur Giry was in fact Monsieur Giry himself. He made her feel something no one else could and he gave her something to sing for a purpose behind her voice.