Christian
I stayed with Erik for about a week. Only once during that time did I think about the fact that I didn't really know where I was. The thing I did think about however was that every time I looked at Erik it was like looking in a mirror. His eyes were gold like mine and seemed to look straight into your soul. His hair was the color of a raven and slicked back in the same style as mine. I also noticed that we shared several mannerisms, stances, and a deep love for music.
The day before I left, I sat on the bed in the room I had been staying in looking at the book Erik had thrown at me. I opened it up and saw a sheet of music on the first page titled "The Thorns". I scanned it quickly and was about to turn the page when I noticed writing in the bottom corner. It read: "To Christine, My Angel of Music. I ask that you have this played at your wedding as a gift from your Angel. All my love always, Erik." I began to hum the song to myself and I realized I had heard it before. It brought back a memory long forgotten.
I was two years old. Mother and I were both sick with scarlet fever. She was sleeping peacefully, but I was restless. I felt terrible. I sat up in bed and just as I was about to cry out, someone said my name. The voice was soothing and perfect. I thought I was hearing an Angel. I laid back down and they started to hum. I looked to find the voice and, just before I went to sleep, I saw a man dressed completely in black. All except his white half mask.
I brought myself out of the past and flipped through the pages of the book. It was filled with pictures of mother. There were also newspaper articles and reviews of her performances. As I got nearer to the back, I started seeing more about mother and father. Their wedding, their honeymoon, and the birth of their first child; Christian Phillipe de Chagny...me.
I stayed with Erik for about a week. Only once during that time did I think about the fact that I didn't really know where I was. The thing I did think about however was that every time I looked at Erik it was like looking in a mirror. His eyes were gold like mine and seemed to look straight into your soul. His hair was the color of a raven and slicked back in the same style as mine. I also noticed that we shared several mannerisms, stances, and a deep love for music.
The day before I left, I sat on the bed in the room I had been staying in looking at the book Erik had thrown at me. I opened it up and saw a sheet of music on the first page titled "The Thorns". I scanned it quickly and was about to turn the page when I noticed writing in the bottom corner. It read: "To Christine, My Angel of Music. I ask that you have this played at your wedding as a gift from your Angel. All my love always, Erik." I began to hum the song to myself and I realized I had heard it before. It brought back a memory long forgotten.
I was two years old. Mother and I were both sick with scarlet fever. She was sleeping peacefully, but I was restless. I felt terrible. I sat up in bed and just as I was about to cry out, someone said my name. The voice was soothing and perfect. I thought I was hearing an Angel. I laid back down and they started to hum. I looked to find the voice and, just before I went to sleep, I saw a man dressed completely in black. All except his white half mask.
I brought myself out of the past and flipped through the pages of the book. It was filled with pictures of mother. There were also newspaper articles and reviews of her performances. As I got nearer to the back, I started seeing more about mother and father. Their wedding, their honeymoon, and the birth of their first child; Christian Phillipe de Chagny...me.