Chapter 2:
I sat in my room on the velvet red armchair, thinking. He was gone, and came back to tell me I sang to softly. How…how…different! Also, how did he dare touch me! But, his touch was so warm and unforceful, I hadn't expected that. And now, with his little music box on my lap, I sit. Those eyes, there was a struggle in them. It was like he wanted me to reject him as he had been pushed out his entire life. Yet, I saw hope, something I know Christine had never seen. His eyes were so mysteriously contradicting that had I been weak and frail I would have melted. Weakness is not in my vocabulary, and yet, maybe, just maybe I felt it tonight. NO! What and I thinking! Meg Giry, get a grip! He killed so many people. My thoughts deepened as unknowingly I opened the music box. "Maybe the Phantom has been dying everyday since he was young," I whispered to myself. And Christine, he really did love her, to the point of madness, "How Morbid," and how romantic.
I shook my head to get rid of these pathetic and depressing thoughts when a black blur came into my site. I stood up knocking the box to the floor and breaking it. I flew to the floor and picked up the severed monkey feeling my face flush. (Again, what is the deal!) A hand joined mine on the floor.
"I am willing to train you in the art of voice" he said in his gruff and mystical voice.
"You think that after what you did to Christine I am going to let you wave your power over me? Think again!" He cringed when I spoke her name, "Sorry, my mouth gets in the way with me sometimes and I say the wrong thing."
"I will see you here tomorrow for the start of your lessons"
"I never said yes."
"Goodnight mademoiselle Giry." Then he was gone. I let my legs curl under me as I sat on the floor. A tear fell down my cheek and a hope flared in my mind of tomorrow. Of Tomorrow.
