A/n: Well, I'm coming out of hiding now. I've been busy with the move and
normal life and my soon-to-be Michael series; I haven't had much time for
this. Around Christmas I wrote up a chapter, but it's saved for later. I'll
add it when I deem the time appropriate. Unfortunately, that means it won't
be out around Christmas (considering the next ones a year away). So I'll
just be keeping the spirit alive. I had to write my own program for it,
too.
Anyway, I'd like to thank all my reviewers: THANK YOU! And thank you to my continuous: Thank you AquaMoon and thank you Erin. Also big thank-yous to The Phantom Parisienne and Stemwinder for the help. And a huge thank you to RubyMoon2 for helping me find songs and such.
I would also like to thank my Thesaurus. It's 'Roget's II' office edition, if that matters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. Gaston Leroux does.
I do not own 'May It Be'. I don't know who does. It's sung by Enya.
Enjoy.
~
Chapter Ten: May It Be
~~~~~~A WEEK LATER~~~~~~
Emily sighed while standing, listening to Carlotta utterly destroy the song. She was sorely tempted to cover her ears.
Indeed, it was a beautiful song.
Emily thought back to James O'Hara. He'd talked to her a few times since they'd met. It was never about anything much, about the weather, how the Opera was doing, how she was. Emily hadn't learned much about this man, he seemed to care more to hear about her then talk about himself. It was a little odd; no man had ever seemed to want to talk to her, other then the man she has taken home-Erik-but who else was he going to talk to while he had been there?
Emily sighed as M. Reyer told the choir which part they were to rehearse now, and as he announced that there would be longer rehearsals as result that the Opera was coming soon and that none of them were ready for the opening night.
*****
"Oh, Mademoiselle Lamb!" shouted a familiar voice down the hall.
"Monsieur O'Hara." Emily greeted as she paused outside her dressing-room.
"How are you?" he asked her.
"I am well, and you?"
"Very well." He smiled. "May I ask a favor?"
"And what is this favor?"
"I was listening to rehearsals today and La Carlotta murdered the song, I was wondering if perhaps I could hear you sing it? I am certain you would do it better justice."
"Well..." she sighed as she opened the door. "I'm not going to sing out here while the hall is crowded. Come in."
He followed her inside and watched as she put her script onto the nearest table. She stood there and took in a deep breath.
"Well?" James asked eagerly.
"Alright." Emily said, and began.
"}May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home.
"}Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now.
"}May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
"}Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
"}A promise lives within you now{"
"Thank you very much." James said, breathless. "You have a wonderful voice."
Emily blushed. "Thank you."
"I apologize, but I must leave you now. I have business to attend to."
"Of course. Good day, Monsieur."
"Good day." He said, and left.
*****
/Of course she has a good voice./ Erik thought. /Anyone who knows anything about music knows that. You don't know anything else about her, do you?/ Erik paused. What was wrong with him? Was he...jealous?
But that was preposterous.
/All I want to do is be her friend...I should be pleased she has other friends./ but he wasn't. No, he was not pleased about it at all. He would have to act soon. Very soon.
/Now, what time did she go out for her walks?/ Erik tried to recall.
*****
The next day James was waiting for Emily by her dressing-room.
"I would like to ask another favor."
"I cannot hit that note, Monsieur O'Hara."
"James."
Emily blushed slightly. "James. Then you must call me Emily."
"Emily, then. That wasn't what I was going to ask."
"Oh? Then what were you going to ask?"
"I was going to ask you to dinner tonight."
Emily froze. Dinner? Tonight? Where had this come from?
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't I have to get my little sister-"
"You have a little sister?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Emma. She's five."
"Ah. Do you take care of her yourself?"
"Well, no. My cousin watches her when I'm here."
"But other then that..."
"Yes."
"Ah. Well, perhaps tomorrow night, then?" James asked.
"What? Oh. Oh. Yes, perhaps."
"Good day, Emily."
"Good day, James."
~~~~
I hope you enjoyed it. I know it's short, but there wasn't much I could do with this chapter.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
Anyway, I'd like to thank all my reviewers: THANK YOU! And thank you to my continuous: Thank you AquaMoon and thank you Erin. Also big thank-yous to The Phantom Parisienne and Stemwinder for the help. And a huge thank you to RubyMoon2 for helping me find songs and such.
I would also like to thank my Thesaurus. It's 'Roget's II' office edition, if that matters.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. Gaston Leroux does.
I do not own 'May It Be'. I don't know who does. It's sung by Enya.
Enjoy.
~
Chapter Ten: May It Be
~~~~~~A WEEK LATER~~~~~~
Emily sighed while standing, listening to Carlotta utterly destroy the song. She was sorely tempted to cover her ears.
Indeed, it was a beautiful song.
Emily thought back to James O'Hara. He'd talked to her a few times since they'd met. It was never about anything much, about the weather, how the Opera was doing, how she was. Emily hadn't learned much about this man, he seemed to care more to hear about her then talk about himself. It was a little odd; no man had ever seemed to want to talk to her, other then the man she has taken home-Erik-but who else was he going to talk to while he had been there?
Emily sighed as M. Reyer told the choir which part they were to rehearse now, and as he announced that there would be longer rehearsals as result that the Opera was coming soon and that none of them were ready for the opening night.
*****
"Oh, Mademoiselle Lamb!" shouted a familiar voice down the hall.
"Monsieur O'Hara." Emily greeted as she paused outside her dressing-room.
"How are you?" he asked her.
"I am well, and you?"
"Very well." He smiled. "May I ask a favor?"
"And what is this favor?"
"I was listening to rehearsals today and La Carlotta murdered the song, I was wondering if perhaps I could hear you sing it? I am certain you would do it better justice."
"Well..." she sighed as she opened the door. "I'm not going to sing out here while the hall is crowded. Come in."
He followed her inside and watched as she put her script onto the nearest table. She stood there and took in a deep breath.
"Well?" James asked eagerly.
"Alright." Emily said, and began.
"}May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home.
"}Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now.
"}May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
"}Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
"}A promise lives within you now{"
"Thank you very much." James said, breathless. "You have a wonderful voice."
Emily blushed. "Thank you."
"I apologize, but I must leave you now. I have business to attend to."
"Of course. Good day, Monsieur."
"Good day." He said, and left.
*****
/Of course she has a good voice./ Erik thought. /Anyone who knows anything about music knows that. You don't know anything else about her, do you?/ Erik paused. What was wrong with him? Was he...jealous?
But that was preposterous.
/All I want to do is be her friend...I should be pleased she has other friends./ but he wasn't. No, he was not pleased about it at all. He would have to act soon. Very soon.
/Now, what time did she go out for her walks?/ Erik tried to recall.
*****
The next day James was waiting for Emily by her dressing-room.
"I would like to ask another favor."
"I cannot hit that note, Monsieur O'Hara."
"James."
Emily blushed slightly. "James. Then you must call me Emily."
"Emily, then. That wasn't what I was going to ask."
"Oh? Then what were you going to ask?"
"I was going to ask you to dinner tonight."
Emily froze. Dinner? Tonight? Where had this come from?
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't I have to get my little sister-"
"You have a little sister?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Emma. She's five."
"Ah. Do you take care of her yourself?"
"Well, no. My cousin watches her when I'm here."
"But other then that..."
"Yes."
"Ah. Well, perhaps tomorrow night, then?" James asked.
"What? Oh. Oh. Yes, perhaps."
"Good day, Emily."
"Good day, James."
~~~~
I hope you enjoyed it. I know it's short, but there wasn't much I could do with this chapter.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail