The day Christine Daae arrived at the Opera House was one of the greatest
days of her life. She had a place to stay on her own. She had a good job,
and she had a new friend. She was only a chorus girl, but she was glad to
be performing. She soon grew discouraged though when thoughts of her father
began to haunt her once again. He had wanted great things for her. He had
wanted her to be a famous performer. This thought followed her into her
dressing room one day after a rehearsal. She sat down at her vanity and
began to cry. Suddenly she heard a voice. The voice, while unknown to
Christine, belonged to Erik Destler; more commonly known as the Phantom of
the Opera.
"Why do you cry child?" he asked. He regretted the question the moment it was out of his mouth. She sat up straight and looked around. She saw no one.
"Who is there? Who are you?" She questioned fearfully. For a moment Erik hesitated. He didn't want to tell Christine who he was.
"I want to help you. Why are you crying?"
"My father wanted me to be a great performer, but I am only a chorus girl," She replied.
"I can help you become a great performer," Erik told her. From his hiding spot behind the mirror, Erik heard Christine gasp.
"I know who you are," she said excitedly. Erik's eyes widened. How could she know?
"Y-you do?" he asked nervously.
"Yes! You are the Angel of Music! My father sent you to me didn't he?" she replied. Erik tilted his head to the side in thought; The Angel of Music? For now it would work as a way to see Christine.
"Yes. That's right. I am your Angel of Music," he said.
"I knew it!" Christine yelled in childlike glee. "I knew you would come!"
"Well," Erik cleared his throat, "your lessons will not be easy. You will have to do everything I say if you want to become great. Are you prepared to do that?"
"Yes I am! I want to make my father proud," Christine stated.
"Good. Your first lesson will be.tomorrow night at seven. I will come to you. Just make sure you are in here. Alone," Erik told her.
"I will be. Thank you Angel."
"You are most welcome Christine," he replied and walked away. He sighed deeply when he was a few yards away from the back of the mirror. What am I doing? He asked himself. I'm not a teacher. I don't know the first thing about teaching voice lessons.
"Why do you cry child?" he asked. He regretted the question the moment it was out of his mouth. She sat up straight and looked around. She saw no one.
"Who is there? Who are you?" She questioned fearfully. For a moment Erik hesitated. He didn't want to tell Christine who he was.
"I want to help you. Why are you crying?"
"My father wanted me to be a great performer, but I am only a chorus girl," She replied.
"I can help you become a great performer," Erik told her. From his hiding spot behind the mirror, Erik heard Christine gasp.
"I know who you are," she said excitedly. Erik's eyes widened. How could she know?
"Y-you do?" he asked nervously.
"Yes! You are the Angel of Music! My father sent you to me didn't he?" she replied. Erik tilted his head to the side in thought; The Angel of Music? For now it would work as a way to see Christine.
"Yes. That's right. I am your Angel of Music," he said.
"I knew it!" Christine yelled in childlike glee. "I knew you would come!"
"Well," Erik cleared his throat, "your lessons will not be easy. You will have to do everything I say if you want to become great. Are you prepared to do that?"
"Yes I am! I want to make my father proud," Christine stated.
"Good. Your first lesson will be.tomorrow night at seven. I will come to you. Just make sure you are in here. Alone," Erik told her.
"I will be. Thank you Angel."
"You are most welcome Christine," he replied and walked away. He sighed deeply when he was a few yards away from the back of the mirror. What am I doing? He asked himself. I'm not a teacher. I don't know the first thing about teaching voice lessons.