A/N: I own the song. Please forgive me if the song stinks, try to hear
it from Erik's heart. Again, since I have not seen the Phantom of the Opera
it's hard for me to envision him singing it and think about what he might
sing other than the music of the night and the phantom song...again forgive
my lyrics, I am no Andrew Lloyd Webber...
Erik began to hum song. It amused him. He had never before hummed anything. He'd always let the song flow effortlessly from his lips. Humming had always seemed a crude way to express music. He smiled slightly. He flipped through his stack of past musical endeavors. He picked up a sheet that he'd been working on recently. He had written down many pointless musical notes on that page, and now they seemed to be coming together. He sat back down at his organ. He pounded out the notes at first, but then he slowed and began to play them more gracefully. His humming soon turned into words. Everything about his latest masterpiece was coming together...
Sweet irrepressible sounds flow through my mind
Say you'll come to me my little angel
And lift your celestial voice to me
I need you my little angel
I need your lovely light to shine for me
Through the darkness you may guide me
With the voice you call your own
My little angel...
Erik let the sound from the organ slowly fade. It was nothing he'd ever written before. It was extremely different from Don Juan Triumphant. He closed his eyes and hummed the song again. It floated through his mind. It was perfect. Nothing needed to be changed...
Christina was slowly moved her hand on the pillow. Her eyes opened. The memory of her grandpapa had been so vivid. She smiled slightly. Her grandpapa had been so kind to her. Then it occurred to her. It was strange that Erik called her his Mon Ange, as her grandpapa once had. She lifted her head off the pillow. Her thoughts had cleared the lonely night had forced her to realize reality without Erik. Her eyes grew distant as she thought of him. She remembered him from her dream. He had stood there all in black except for his mask. He had looked majestic, terrible, and yet so gentle and approachable all at once. He had been enveloped in light and shadow. The emotions of love and hate had crossed his face. He was the maker of all music...and she loved him...
Erik began to hum song. It amused him. He had never before hummed anything. He'd always let the song flow effortlessly from his lips. Humming had always seemed a crude way to express music. He smiled slightly. He flipped through his stack of past musical endeavors. He picked up a sheet that he'd been working on recently. He had written down many pointless musical notes on that page, and now they seemed to be coming together. He sat back down at his organ. He pounded out the notes at first, but then he slowed and began to play them more gracefully. His humming soon turned into words. Everything about his latest masterpiece was coming together...
Sweet irrepressible sounds flow through my mind
Say you'll come to me my little angel
And lift your celestial voice to me
I need you my little angel
I need your lovely light to shine for me
Through the darkness you may guide me
With the voice you call your own
My little angel...
Erik let the sound from the organ slowly fade. It was nothing he'd ever written before. It was extremely different from Don Juan Triumphant. He closed his eyes and hummed the song again. It floated through his mind. It was perfect. Nothing needed to be changed...
Christina was slowly moved her hand on the pillow. Her eyes opened. The memory of her grandpapa had been so vivid. She smiled slightly. Her grandpapa had been so kind to her. Then it occurred to her. It was strange that Erik called her his Mon Ange, as her grandpapa once had. She lifted her head off the pillow. Her thoughts had cleared the lonely night had forced her to realize reality without Erik. Her eyes grew distant as she thought of him. She remembered him from her dream. He had stood there all in black except for his mask. He had looked majestic, terrible, and yet so gentle and approachable all at once. He had been enveloped in light and shadow. The emotions of love and hate had crossed his face. He was the maker of all music...and she loved him...