Chapter One
Twelve years had passed since that horrible night. And two babies had grown into two very different worlds. Charles de Chagny in a rich world of a French nobleman and Jacqueline McCarthy in a poor girl's happy go lucky life. On her twelfth birthday, Jacqueline did as she had always done since she became old enough. She awoke early in the morning to finish her chores before going to the small single room schoolhouse. Little did she know that on this particular day a guardian in black watched her every move. Nothing is to go wrong today, first I'll do all my chores, and after that I'll go inside and help Mother with breakfast. Then after breakfast it will be time for school, oh I can't wait to see Alyssa, Michelle, and Kiley! OH! I must prepare for the concert tonight I can't believe I am to sing in the new church. A million wild thoughts raced through the young will of the wisp's mind. She flew around her chores trying to keep her mind set on what she was doing but each time a bird sang her heart leapt at the sound. That very night for the first time in her life she was to sing in front of almost everyone she knew. A church had just been built in the small town and the students from the school were to each perform a piece of poetry or song. Jacqueline, who was well known to have the best voice in the school, was to sing "The Riddle Song." After school that day Jacqueline and her three dearest friends Alyssa Twiser, Michelle Baker, and Kiley White set off to a secret little clearing in the woods behind the McCarthy house.
"Jacqueline sing us the song before the concert? Who knows how we may react during the concert seeing how we'll be so filled with nerves", Alyssa begged while sitting on a old tree stump, "please?" "Yeah please?" chimed in Kiley and Michelle. "You all are horrible you know I feel so stupid singing by myself!" "Jackie we know you'll sing anyway because you just love to," claimed Michelle. "But." "JUST SING THE SONG!" Kiley demanded exasperatedly. "Fine." I gave my love a cherry without a stone, I gave my love a chicken without a bone, I gave my love a story that has no end, I gave my love a baby with no crying.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a Chicken without a bone? How can there be a story that has no end? How can there be a baby with no crying?
A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone. A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone. The story that I love you, it has no end. A baby when it's sleeping has no crying.
"Bravo!" shouted her three friends. " Come on," Jacqueline said sheepishly, " let's go get ready for the concert. *********************
Erik had spent years looking for his lost little girl, but he spent every other year looking after his son and seeing how he was being brought up. Then after a year looking after Charles he would set out to America to find his daughter. Charles had grown as expected. He was a rich boy who enjoyed the best money could buy. Christine had seen to it that he was given proper music lessons, and although his teachers had been quite abysmal, he excelled quite rapidly. He of course knew of his twin sister, as Christine had horrible depression fits when missing her. When he saw them, they pained Erik greatly. Finally, after twelve years, Erik had found her. He realized he was having his second sighting of her when she became twelve years of age. Since she woke up and started the chores of many young girls, Erik watched mesmerized. This little child was the product of his sins that he was for once truly happy for. She was a little girl in a light blue dress and apron, her raven hair fell upon her back in a thick braid, and her amber eyes glowed with anticipation of the new day. Then he heard her sing. Out in the woods behind the home of her foster parents, she sang in preparation for a concert. Erik was transfixed with the sound of her voice, she had never had any training, this he knew, but somehow she seemed even more musically inclined then Charles. "Bravo," yelled her friends. Erik only dimly paid heed to their words, but soon realized the four children were heading back to the McCarthy house where dresses waited for the evening's performance. How can this be? She obviously had no idea of her identity, and she obviously does not have the money for voice lessons. So how does she know the precise pitches and some, not all, of the ways to place her voice? So this is it the true child of the angel of music! Erik had heard where the concert was going to be held by the town gossip. So he quickly took leave of the clearing, went to the church and found a perfect spot to view the show where no one could see him. Little did he, or anyone else, know what was coming.
Twelve years had passed since that horrible night. And two babies had grown into two very different worlds. Charles de Chagny in a rich world of a French nobleman and Jacqueline McCarthy in a poor girl's happy go lucky life. On her twelfth birthday, Jacqueline did as she had always done since she became old enough. She awoke early in the morning to finish her chores before going to the small single room schoolhouse. Little did she know that on this particular day a guardian in black watched her every move. Nothing is to go wrong today, first I'll do all my chores, and after that I'll go inside and help Mother with breakfast. Then after breakfast it will be time for school, oh I can't wait to see Alyssa, Michelle, and Kiley! OH! I must prepare for the concert tonight I can't believe I am to sing in the new church. A million wild thoughts raced through the young will of the wisp's mind. She flew around her chores trying to keep her mind set on what she was doing but each time a bird sang her heart leapt at the sound. That very night for the first time in her life she was to sing in front of almost everyone she knew. A church had just been built in the small town and the students from the school were to each perform a piece of poetry or song. Jacqueline, who was well known to have the best voice in the school, was to sing "The Riddle Song." After school that day Jacqueline and her three dearest friends Alyssa Twiser, Michelle Baker, and Kiley White set off to a secret little clearing in the woods behind the McCarthy house.
"Jacqueline sing us the song before the concert? Who knows how we may react during the concert seeing how we'll be so filled with nerves", Alyssa begged while sitting on a old tree stump, "please?" "Yeah please?" chimed in Kiley and Michelle. "You all are horrible you know I feel so stupid singing by myself!" "Jackie we know you'll sing anyway because you just love to," claimed Michelle. "But." "JUST SING THE SONG!" Kiley demanded exasperatedly. "Fine." I gave my love a cherry without a stone, I gave my love a chicken without a bone, I gave my love a story that has no end, I gave my love a baby with no crying.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a Chicken without a bone? How can there be a story that has no end? How can there be a baby with no crying?
A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone. A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone. The story that I love you, it has no end. A baby when it's sleeping has no crying.
"Bravo!" shouted her three friends. " Come on," Jacqueline said sheepishly, " let's go get ready for the concert. *********************
Erik had spent years looking for his lost little girl, but he spent every other year looking after his son and seeing how he was being brought up. Then after a year looking after Charles he would set out to America to find his daughter. Charles had grown as expected. He was a rich boy who enjoyed the best money could buy. Christine had seen to it that he was given proper music lessons, and although his teachers had been quite abysmal, he excelled quite rapidly. He of course knew of his twin sister, as Christine had horrible depression fits when missing her. When he saw them, they pained Erik greatly. Finally, after twelve years, Erik had found her. He realized he was having his second sighting of her when she became twelve years of age. Since she woke up and started the chores of many young girls, Erik watched mesmerized. This little child was the product of his sins that he was for once truly happy for. She was a little girl in a light blue dress and apron, her raven hair fell upon her back in a thick braid, and her amber eyes glowed with anticipation of the new day. Then he heard her sing. Out in the woods behind the home of her foster parents, she sang in preparation for a concert. Erik was transfixed with the sound of her voice, she had never had any training, this he knew, but somehow she seemed even more musically inclined then Charles. "Bravo," yelled her friends. Erik only dimly paid heed to their words, but soon realized the four children were heading back to the McCarthy house where dresses waited for the evening's performance. How can this be? She obviously had no idea of her identity, and she obviously does not have the money for voice lessons. So how does she know the precise pitches and some, not all, of the ways to place her voice? So this is it the true child of the angel of music! Erik had heard where the concert was going to be held by the town gossip. So he quickly took leave of the clearing, went to the church and found a perfect spot to view the show where no one could see him. Little did he, or anyone else, know what was coming.