A/n: Thank you for reading this far! Please continue!
Reviewers:
AquaMoon: Don't worry, I'm obsessed with exclamation marks, too. I /am/ trying to get my chapters longer, though this one won't be. Thank you for reading!
Rain drops on Roses: Yes, Rigoletto is another one of my obsessions! Yes, I'm thinking about editing to try and get the description into the Chapter. And Emily is a little too trusting for her own good...thank you for the review!
RubyMoon2: Thank you! It is a little odd, isn't it? Let me know when you continue 'Locked Within Myself!'
Mena1: Don't worry, as long as I keep getting good reviews, I won't stop! Thanks!
The Phantom Parisienne: Thank you! I love getting criticism...at least when I need it!
Stemwinder: Yes...I meant 'oil lamp'. Though I think I recently said 'gas lamp'...by the way, please hurry with 'Deeper Then All Roses'! Thank you!
Erin: Oh, that sounds /so/ cool! Thank you so much!
Laura: I'll be adding what he thought later! As for Emma hearing Erik...thank you for reviewing!
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor the song 'Home', which is from Yeston and Kopit's Phantom.
~*~ means the start and end of a flashback.
Enjoy!
~
Chapter Six: In The Graveyard
"I've missed you so much, Mama." Emily said, fighting back tears. Emma was off somewhere, putting grass and wildflowers onto the graves that had no flowers, pulling out weeds and so forth. Emily attempted to choke back the on-coming tears.
~*~
"Emily! Emily, get back into bed." A woman with lightly curly nut-brown hair and gray eyes said, smiling.
"Alright." Said a three-year-old Emily, sighing and climbing back into her bed.
"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, alright!" the woman said, laughing. "What do you want me to sing?"
"The song about the music place!"
"Alright, but I have one condition."
"What?"
The woman jumped up and started to tickle Emily.
"No! No! Mama! Stop!" Emily shouted between laughs.
"Alright, now, I'll stop." The woman said, sitting into a chair.
"Sing!" Emily begged.
"Alright." The woman said, and began.
~*~
"I'm home...wherever music plays, and I'm home...where a thousand..." Emily sung between sobs, but she could not sing anymore. She leaned against the grave. She felt Emma reach for her hand, and Emily leaned back and pulled Emma on her lap, folding her arms around Emma.
"You miss Mother, don't you?" Emma said.
"Yes, I do."
Emma shook her head. "I can hardly remember her."
"I know, Emma, I know." Emily said.
Emma kissed her sister on the cheek, then stood up to run and find more wildflowers. Emily stood up and began walking around the Graveyard. One grave caught her eye.
"Daee'...where have I heard that name before?" Emily wondered, searching her memory. She had met someone named Daee'...with her mother. Where was it...?
"Emily? Can we go home now?" she heard Emma ask, tugging her skirt.
"Yes, Emma. We can go home now."
"Emily?"
"Yes, Emma?"
"Can you sing for me on the way home?"
Emily looked up and down the street. There was no one in sight.
"Alright."
"Yay!"
"Shhh, now.
}All my life I've been waiting,
In my mind in a rocking chair,
For my fancy to take the air,
I would know the time.
Tick and tock went my childhood,
Father said I would know the place
Skin would tingle and pulse would race
As they do, it's here
I'm home
Where music fills the air
And I'm home where a thousand lovers cry,
Swoon and sigh,
And I'm home
Where ev'ry violin
Plays a treat as sweet
As a honeycomb.
Where ever music plays, I know
I'm home.
Here, where fables come alive,
Year by year, we forget our troubled nights,
Under lights,
And each tear becomes a gentle tune,
Or duet kept straight
By a metronome.
And if I'm singing, then I know,
I'm home.
Where ev'ry English horn makes me feel glad I'm born
And ev'ry woodwind trill excites a thrill that's new.
The giant contrabass, the great soprano's face
Combine to make a perfect world,
Far better then what's outside.
Dreams, I've lived within my dreams,
now it seems
I've awakened and their real,
Pinch and feel!
If one day,
I walk upon this stage, from these wings
And play underneath this dome.
And if I sing with
All my heart!
I'll be home!{"
Emily and Emma walked into their house, not seeing the shadow watching them.
~
Thank you for reading! Please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
Reviewers:
AquaMoon: Don't worry, I'm obsessed with exclamation marks, too. I /am/ trying to get my chapters longer, though this one won't be. Thank you for reading!
Rain drops on Roses: Yes, Rigoletto is another one of my obsessions! Yes, I'm thinking about editing to try and get the description into the Chapter. And Emily is a little too trusting for her own good...thank you for the review!
RubyMoon2: Thank you! It is a little odd, isn't it? Let me know when you continue 'Locked Within Myself!'
Mena1: Don't worry, as long as I keep getting good reviews, I won't stop! Thanks!
The Phantom Parisienne: Thank you! I love getting criticism...at least when I need it!
Stemwinder: Yes...I meant 'oil lamp'. Though I think I recently said 'gas lamp'...by the way, please hurry with 'Deeper Then All Roses'! Thank you!
Erin: Oh, that sounds /so/ cool! Thank you so much!
Laura: I'll be adding what he thought later! As for Emma hearing Erik...thank you for reviewing!
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor the song 'Home', which is from Yeston and Kopit's Phantom.
~*~ means the start and end of a flashback.
Enjoy!
~
Chapter Six: In The Graveyard
"I've missed you so much, Mama." Emily said, fighting back tears. Emma was off somewhere, putting grass and wildflowers onto the graves that had no flowers, pulling out weeds and so forth. Emily attempted to choke back the on-coming tears.
~*~
"Emily! Emily, get back into bed." A woman with lightly curly nut-brown hair and gray eyes said, smiling.
"Alright." Said a three-year-old Emily, sighing and climbing back into her bed.
"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, alright!" the woman said, laughing. "What do you want me to sing?"
"The song about the music place!"
"Alright, but I have one condition."
"What?"
The woman jumped up and started to tickle Emily.
"No! No! Mama! Stop!" Emily shouted between laughs.
"Alright, now, I'll stop." The woman said, sitting into a chair.
"Sing!" Emily begged.
"Alright." The woman said, and began.
~*~
"I'm home...wherever music plays, and I'm home...where a thousand..." Emily sung between sobs, but she could not sing anymore. She leaned against the grave. She felt Emma reach for her hand, and Emily leaned back and pulled Emma on her lap, folding her arms around Emma.
"You miss Mother, don't you?" Emma said.
"Yes, I do."
Emma shook her head. "I can hardly remember her."
"I know, Emma, I know." Emily said.
Emma kissed her sister on the cheek, then stood up to run and find more wildflowers. Emily stood up and began walking around the Graveyard. One grave caught her eye.
"Daee'...where have I heard that name before?" Emily wondered, searching her memory. She had met someone named Daee'...with her mother. Where was it...?
"Emily? Can we go home now?" she heard Emma ask, tugging her skirt.
"Yes, Emma. We can go home now."
"Emily?"
"Yes, Emma?"
"Can you sing for me on the way home?"
Emily looked up and down the street. There was no one in sight.
"Alright."
"Yay!"
"Shhh, now.
}All my life I've been waiting,
In my mind in a rocking chair,
For my fancy to take the air,
I would know the time.
Tick and tock went my childhood,
Father said I would know the place
Skin would tingle and pulse would race
As they do, it's here
I'm home
Where music fills the air
And I'm home where a thousand lovers cry,
Swoon and sigh,
And I'm home
Where ev'ry violin
Plays a treat as sweet
As a honeycomb.
Where ever music plays, I know
I'm home.
Here, where fables come alive,
Year by year, we forget our troubled nights,
Under lights,
And each tear becomes a gentle tune,
Or duet kept straight
By a metronome.
And if I'm singing, then I know,
I'm home.
Where ev'ry English horn makes me feel glad I'm born
And ev'ry woodwind trill excites a thrill that's new.
The giant contrabass, the great soprano's face
Combine to make a perfect world,
Far better then what's outside.
Dreams, I've lived within my dreams,
now it seems
I've awakened and their real,
Pinch and feel!
If one day,
I walk upon this stage, from these wings
And play underneath this dome.
And if I sing with
All my heart!
I'll be home!{"
Emily and Emma walked into their house, not seeing the shadow watching them.
~
Thank you for reading! Please review.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail