Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

"Hello, hello, I am Mr. Flydale. Great great pleasure to meet you," my Music teacher shook my hand so hard it made my whole body shake too.

At least he seemed friendly, though extremely.

"I'm Dia Cullen. Good to meet you, too, Mr. Flydale."

"Brilliant. Students! Students! This is Miss Dia Cullen and she's the newest addition to our family."

There came cheers from the unfamiliar faces of the 10-15 students in the room. Blimey, did his extreme friendliness rub off on them, too? I suppose the closed small room with baby blue walls caused that.

"So, what musical gift did the Lord give you along with that pretty face of yours?" Mr. Flydale beamed.

He threw the excess cloth of his yellow scarf away from his face. Of course, he was gay.

"I don't know how to play any instrument if that's what you're trying to figure out," I told him honestly.

"Perhaps you can sing?"

"Just a bit."

"Elmer," he clapped his hands together and a boy who looked a year older than I was stood up from his seat.

He walked towards the wooden rectangular piano in one corner of the room.

"What song would you like to sing, Dia?" Elmer asked me nicely.

"I have no idea. I don't want to sing at all!"

"But we all want to hear you sing, don't we, class?" Mr. Flydale asked.

I was amused at the response. They were all about motivating me and I couldn't dampen their Elizabeth-like sprits.

"Can you play the Phantom of the Opera?" I turned back to Elmer.

He suppressed a laugh and started playing.

"In sleep he sang to me ... in dreams he came ... that voice which calls to me ... and speaks my name ..." I started.

There came other instruments from the rest of the class, too, and that just made me decide to get off the shell.

Three guys played the violin.

Another the cello.

And then this blonde girl played the faintest rhythm with her flute.

"... and do I dream again ... for now I find ... the phantom of the opera is there ... inside my mind ..."

I was completely surprised when a boy headed towards me and sang the phantom's lines.

"Sing once again with me ... our strange duet ... my power over you ... grows stronger yet ..."

I smiled at him. He was wearing thick glasses and had messy red hair.

He was the kind of guy you'd never expect to have a great voice.

He reminded me a bit of Edward. If only I heard him sing, I would be more sure, but that didn't matter. This boy, this phantom, was his complete geek ego.

"That was beautiful," Mr. Flydale pretended to wipe a tear from a corner of his eyes after our short performance.

We took a bow facing him, facing our hyper audience, and we made Elmer take a bow, too.

"I'm Christoph, by the way. Sorry I hadn't introduced myself to you earlier," the redhead boy said amidst the cheering.

"No problem. Though I would've guessed your name to be Erik."

"That's a good one," he chuckled.

"Thanks."

"You may take your seats now, Dia, Elmer, and Christoph. Thank you so much for the talent showcase," Mr. Flydale said.

"Now, let's discuss about the musical production this week."

"Mr. Flydale, I have a terrific idea," the girl with the flute raised her hand up.

"Yes, Gertude?"

She smiled in my direction and walked over to the middle of the platform. To my surprise, Mr. Flydale was completely at ease. This was the best class I had so far.

"As you all know, for years, we've all known that Christoph Kyle was the singer in the class but we couldn't produce a play but Oliver the Musical because we couldn't find a girl to play in let's say, the Phantom of the Opera, to star next to him with the voice. And now Dia's here. We should have the Phantom of the Opera this year!" she suggested enthusiastically.

"Anyone else with an equally wonderful suggestion?" Mr. Flydale asked.

"May I be the director, Mr. Flydale?" a boy with a violin on his table asked. He had his cap on backwards.

"Of course, Carl. You're the best in the business."

He gave the people around him some hi-5's.

So was I going to star in a musical play now? Wow. And I thought karma would get me for what I did to Mr. Smithson earlier. Double wow. I wonder how his poor class was doing? I should remember to thank Miss Maud after class today.

Mr. Flydale wrote the names of the cast and crew members on the chalk board. I found my name next to Christine Daae's. What an honor. What a privilege. I started day dreaming about the opening night. Who was going to play Raoul, anyhow? They hadn't decided yet, too. Somebody suggested an audition for the other non-Music attendants. Oh well. Whatever. I wonder how Christoph will look like? Would he keep his glasses and be the first ever four-eyed phantom of the opera? He and I became very good friends quickly because he was so easy to talk to.

An hour flew by quickly and that made me sad. Sighs. At least there'd still be Music class tomorrow. More of Mr. Flydale. More of my new friends. It was too bad none of them were my year. They were off to their last class as I was. No wonder why I'd never seen them before. They took funny classes like Poetry. Christoph's was Latin.

Author's Note : I was debating with myself if I should write a chapter that revolves around Dia's Music Class exclusively and until now, I'm still debating. I lost myself. (laughs) What do you think of it? Reviews will be very much appreciated. You'll be blessed! -Neecholettee