That night, as Amoret slept, the Phantom crept silently into her bedroom. He knelt by the head of her bed, watching her with longing. "My Angel of Music..." he whispered. Amoret turned slightly toward him, still asleep. His breath caught in his throat. She was so lovely, so innocent.
He brushed a strand of her fiery hair from her pale face. Then he began to sing to her. The Phantom stayed there by her bed for hours, singing to Amoret.
***
The next morning, after searching for over an hour, Meg finally found Amoret who had hidden from the rest of the cast, and in particular Carlotta. The diva was in a particularly foul mood after being shown up by the "little toad".
"Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret...who is this new tutor?" she asked.
Amoret looked at Meg and hoped beyond hope that Meg would not laugh at her. "Father once spoke of an Angel...I used to dream he'd appear. Now when I sing, I can sense him, and I know he's here. Here, in this room, he calls me softly. Somewhere inside, hiding...Somehow I know he's always with me. He, the unseen genius." Meg shook her head at this. She looked worried for Amoret.
"Amoret, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true. Amoret, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you..." she said softly.
"Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of Music, hide no longer. Secret and strange Angel..." Meg took Amoret's hands in hers. "He's with me, even now..." Meg gasped.
"Your hands are cold!" she exclaimed, leaning in toward the young woman and peering at her closely.
"...all around me..."
"Your face, Amoret, it's white!"
"It frightens me..."'
"Don't be frightened..."
***
Raoul took Amoret to dinner in a beautiful and no doubt expensive restaurant. "You were wonderful last night, ma chere mademoiselle," he told her, as they ate dessert. Amoret smiled softly at the praise. "How have you improved so much so quickly?" he asked her. Amoret looked down at her plate, hesitating. She did not want Raoul to laugh at her, or to tell her she was imagining things, as Meg had.
"My father sends an angel to teach me," she said finally. "The Angel of Music. He tutors me, inspires my voice." Raoul laughed, but at Amoret's face he stopped, realizing that she was serious. It would not do to insult her...not if he was to get what he wanted. ~Typical male chauvinism...no concern for Amoret's feelings...~
"Sing for me that lullaby your father sang for you, please. It's a lovely melody," he requested, changing the subject. Amoret agreed, eager to change the subject.
" 'No, what I love best,' Lotte said, 'is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.' " Raoul joined Amoret in singing the second chorus. " '...and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head'."
The Phantom was there, watching, and he now glared at Raoul, his eyes flaming with jealousy for the young Vicomte de Chagny.
***
Amoret was standing in her small bed/dressing room, imagining that she was the diva. "You'll be the diva, Amoret. And I'll be there by your side..." Raoul said as he left her. ~and just who invited him to share in Erik's handiwork?~
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion! Basking in your glory!" the Phantom called out to Amoret when she was alone, frightening the unsuspecting girl half out of her wits. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor! Sharing in my triumph!"
Amoret turned as she heard his voice. "Angel, I hear you speak, I listen...stay by my side, guide me...Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me...enter at last, Master..." The Phantom smiled at her words. Amoret would be his.
"Amoret, you must love me!" her "Angel" said suddenly, longing heavy in his divine voice. The child's eyes watered and she looked downward, unsure of exactly why.
"Oh, my Angel! How *can* you say that to me? When I sing for you alone!" Amoret felt a single tear run down her cheek and she flushed, self-conscious about her lack of discipline. The Angel would not teach her if she showed weakness...she was certain of that. He demanded, and deserved, perfection.
"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide... " Amoret walked to her settee and sat gazing, enthralled, at her mirror. Her tears were forgotten as joy filled her. He was going to show himself to her. "Look at your face in the mirror...I am there, inside!"
"Angel of Music, guide and guardian...hide no longer. Come to me, strange Angel..." The Phantom stepped closer to his beloved. At the same moment, Amoret stood and moved toward the large mirror.
"I am your Angel...Come to me, Angel of Music..."
"Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?!" Raoul cried, turning back to the door.
"I am your Angel of Music...come to me, Angel of Music!" the Phantom called again to Amoret. Raoul burst in as Amoret went *through* the mirror...into the Phantom's world of Darkness.
"Amoret! Angel!" Raoul called after her. But he was too late to stop her. ~Oh,
dear...the poor Vicomte de Chagny...whatever will he do...~
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~Le fantôme~
He brushed a strand of her fiery hair from her pale face. Then he began to sing to her. The Phantom stayed there by her bed for hours, singing to Amoret.
***
The next morning, after searching for over an hour, Meg finally found Amoret who had hidden from the rest of the cast, and in particular Carlotta. The diva was in a particularly foul mood after being shown up by the "little toad".
"Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret...who is this new tutor?" she asked.
Amoret looked at Meg and hoped beyond hope that Meg would not laugh at her. "Father once spoke of an Angel...I used to dream he'd appear. Now when I sing, I can sense him, and I know he's here. Here, in this room, he calls me softly. Somewhere inside, hiding...Somehow I know he's always with me. He, the unseen genius." Meg shook her head at this. She looked worried for Amoret.
"Amoret, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true. Amoret, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you..." she said softly.
"Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of Music, hide no longer. Secret and strange Angel..." Meg took Amoret's hands in hers. "He's with me, even now..." Meg gasped.
"Your hands are cold!" she exclaimed, leaning in toward the young woman and peering at her closely.
"...all around me..."
"Your face, Amoret, it's white!"
"It frightens me..."'
"Don't be frightened..."
***
Raoul took Amoret to dinner in a beautiful and no doubt expensive restaurant. "You were wonderful last night, ma chere mademoiselle," he told her, as they ate dessert. Amoret smiled softly at the praise. "How have you improved so much so quickly?" he asked her. Amoret looked down at her plate, hesitating. She did not want Raoul to laugh at her, or to tell her she was imagining things, as Meg had.
"My father sends an angel to teach me," she said finally. "The Angel of Music. He tutors me, inspires my voice." Raoul laughed, but at Amoret's face he stopped, realizing that she was serious. It would not do to insult her...not if he was to get what he wanted. ~Typical male chauvinism...no concern for Amoret's feelings...~
"Sing for me that lullaby your father sang for you, please. It's a lovely melody," he requested, changing the subject. Amoret agreed, eager to change the subject.
" 'No, what I love best,' Lotte said, 'is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head.' " Raoul joined Amoret in singing the second chorus. " '...and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head'."
The Phantom was there, watching, and he now glared at Raoul, his eyes flaming with jealousy for the young Vicomte de Chagny.
***
Amoret was standing in her small bed/dressing room, imagining that she was the diva. "You'll be the diva, Amoret. And I'll be there by your side..." Raoul said as he left her. ~and just who invited him to share in Erik's handiwork?~
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion! Basking in your glory!" the Phantom called out to Amoret when she was alone, frightening the unsuspecting girl half out of her wits. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor! Sharing in my triumph!"
Amoret turned as she heard his voice. "Angel, I hear you speak, I listen...stay by my side, guide me...Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me...enter at last, Master..." The Phantom smiled at her words. Amoret would be his.
"Amoret, you must love me!" her "Angel" said suddenly, longing heavy in his divine voice. The child's eyes watered and she looked downward, unsure of exactly why.
"Oh, my Angel! How *can* you say that to me? When I sing for you alone!" Amoret felt a single tear run down her cheek and she flushed, self-conscious about her lack of discipline. The Angel would not teach her if she showed weakness...she was certain of that. He demanded, and deserved, perfection.
"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide... " Amoret walked to her settee and sat gazing, enthralled, at her mirror. Her tears were forgotten as joy filled her. He was going to show himself to her. "Look at your face in the mirror...I am there, inside!"
"Angel of Music, guide and guardian...hide no longer. Come to me, strange Angel..." The Phantom stepped closer to his beloved. At the same moment, Amoret stood and moved toward the large mirror.
"I am your Angel...Come to me, Angel of Music..."
"Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?!" Raoul cried, turning back to the door.
"I am your Angel of Music...come to me, Angel of Music!" the Phantom called again to Amoret. Raoul burst in as Amoret went *through* the mirror...into the Phantom's world of Darkness.
"Amoret! Angel!" Raoul called after her. But he was too late to stop her. ~Oh,
dear...the poor Vicomte de Chagny...whatever will he do...~
~Comments, suggestions, questions, complaints or cries for help? Read and Review or E-mail me @ ThePhantomoftheRing@hotmail.com~
~Le fantôme~