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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything POTO.*sniffs* not even Erik.But I do own Aaralyn!! ;) (and actually, I own the music.does that count?) ;)
CHAPTER 4
I wear this mask so that no one should have to see my face.
These words echoed in Aaralyn's mind long after the man she now knew as Erik had spoken them. What she didn't understand was why he wore the mask at dinner, but not when she had first met him, or while he was playing his music. She lay on her bed, face-up, pondering these thoughts. Giving up hope of understanding, she started to sing. She sang an old song that her father, a pianist, had taught her. Ever since she had been very small, she had loved the song. So she sang.
Love has no end
It's long and wide and deep
Your love has found a way
Into the very heart of me.
Incessant knocking on the door caused her to stop. Predictably, she moved over to the door and opened it. It was none other than Erik, wearing his white mask. She gasped.
"Monsieur! I'm sorry, I didn't mea-"
Erik cut her off, raising his hand. "Where did you learn to sing like that?" He asked, pure awe painting his face.
Aaralyn was incredulous. "M-My father, I guess," she said with a slight shrug.
"Well, then, your father was amazing! Is that why you are here then, to sing for the Opera, I presume?"
"No, of course not."
"With a voice like that you could and should."
"I am here because I was promised singing lessons from Carlotta. Do you know her?"
He rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, yes. And why would you take lessons from that old bat? She sings like.never mind." He stopped himself from slandering the Opera's so-called 'diva' in front of Aaralyn. "As it is, you have a beautiful voice, but if you are going to sing for Paris, you need training!"
"I'm not going to sing for Paris! And if I was to get training, who would teach me, if not Carlotta?" She asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.
"Yes you are, and well," he paused before finishing his sentence. "Me. I could teach you," he said hopefully.
Aaralyn sighed, and a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed. "As long as I don't sing for all of Paris." she said thoughtfully, "I suppose a few lessons wouldn't hurt."
An involuntary smile played on Erik's face.
"Good! We shall start.tomorrow then?" he asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow. What time?"
"It doesn't matter. I will find you!" Erik said cheerfully. He did not leave without smiling one last time at a bewildered Aaralyn.
Aaralyn closed the door after Erik and leaned up against it, as if to keep herself from falling over. What had she just agreed to? Her voice needed training, no doubt, but by Erik? On the brighter side, she would be able to hear his enchanting voice again.and his music.
She slid down the door into a sitting position, still leaning against it. She let her pretty head fall into her hands, once again in moral confusion. She liked Erik, of course, but she didn't know him all that well.Maybe this would be a chance to get to know him better. She knew he was handsome, and his dark, ear-length hair and gravely dark eyes would haunt her forever. Forever, in a good way, that is. She rested her head on her arm weary both because it was late and because of all the random thoughts that puzzled her.
* * * Erik lay on his divan, face down, just as bewildered. The very moment he had heard her voice, she had sparked something within him that had only been sparked once before, and he wasn't even quite sure what it was. But he was sure of one thing: This girl reminded him of his beloved Christine, and it had been she who opened his eyes, taught him to love and be loved in return. How he missed her! How he would weep for joy if he could hear her beautiful voice now.
But Aaralyn.
He could not deny she was pretty. After a few days' meals, she started to look a lot better, and the color had returned to her cheeks. Her hair, dark like his, fell around her shoulders in a way that made him look twice at her.and her eyes.
She could sing too, as well as Christine could. What was he to do? He obviously liked Aaralyn.No. He would not give his heart away again, only have it shoved back in his chest in rejection.No. He would not have another Christine.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything POTO.*sniffs* not even Erik.But I do own Aaralyn!! ;) (and actually, I own the music.does that count?) ;)
CHAPTER 4
I wear this mask so that no one should have to see my face.
These words echoed in Aaralyn's mind long after the man she now knew as Erik had spoken them. What she didn't understand was why he wore the mask at dinner, but not when she had first met him, or while he was playing his music. She lay on her bed, face-up, pondering these thoughts. Giving up hope of understanding, she started to sing. She sang an old song that her father, a pianist, had taught her. Ever since she had been very small, she had loved the song. So she sang.
Love has no end
It's long and wide and deep
Your love has found a way
Into the very heart of me.
Incessant knocking on the door caused her to stop. Predictably, she moved over to the door and opened it. It was none other than Erik, wearing his white mask. She gasped.
"Monsieur! I'm sorry, I didn't mea-"
Erik cut her off, raising his hand. "Where did you learn to sing like that?" He asked, pure awe painting his face.
Aaralyn was incredulous. "M-My father, I guess," she said with a slight shrug.
"Well, then, your father was amazing! Is that why you are here then, to sing for the Opera, I presume?"
"No, of course not."
"With a voice like that you could and should."
"I am here because I was promised singing lessons from Carlotta. Do you know her?"
He rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, yes. And why would you take lessons from that old bat? She sings like.never mind." He stopped himself from slandering the Opera's so-called 'diva' in front of Aaralyn. "As it is, you have a beautiful voice, but if you are going to sing for Paris, you need training!"
"I'm not going to sing for Paris! And if I was to get training, who would teach me, if not Carlotta?" She asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.
"Yes you are, and well," he paused before finishing his sentence. "Me. I could teach you," he said hopefully.
Aaralyn sighed, and a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed. "As long as I don't sing for all of Paris." she said thoughtfully, "I suppose a few lessons wouldn't hurt."
An involuntary smile played on Erik's face.
"Good! We shall start.tomorrow then?" he asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow. What time?"
"It doesn't matter. I will find you!" Erik said cheerfully. He did not leave without smiling one last time at a bewildered Aaralyn.
Aaralyn closed the door after Erik and leaned up against it, as if to keep herself from falling over. What had she just agreed to? Her voice needed training, no doubt, but by Erik? On the brighter side, she would be able to hear his enchanting voice again.and his music.
She slid down the door into a sitting position, still leaning against it. She let her pretty head fall into her hands, once again in moral confusion. She liked Erik, of course, but she didn't know him all that well.Maybe this would be a chance to get to know him better. She knew he was handsome, and his dark, ear-length hair and gravely dark eyes would haunt her forever. Forever, in a good way, that is. She rested her head on her arm weary both because it was late and because of all the random thoughts that puzzled her.
* * * Erik lay on his divan, face down, just as bewildered. The very moment he had heard her voice, she had sparked something within him that had only been sparked once before, and he wasn't even quite sure what it was. But he was sure of one thing: This girl reminded him of his beloved Christine, and it had been she who opened his eyes, taught him to love and be loved in return. How he missed her! How he would weep for joy if he could hear her beautiful voice now.
But Aaralyn.
He could not deny she was pretty. After a few days' meals, she started to look a lot better, and the color had returned to her cheeks. Her hair, dark like his, fell around her shoulders in a way that made him look twice at her.and her eyes.
She could sing too, as well as Christine could. What was he to do? He obviously liked Aaralyn.No. He would not give his heart away again, only have it shoved back in his chest in rejection.No. He would not have another Christine.
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