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"Do you ever stay in one place for more than a moment?" I asked the air. I rolled my eyes to the floor because of his flightiness when I saw the music box. It was fixed, with no lines or chips where I knew I had broken it. I got up from my chair and knelt beside the box. How could…? Opening the box, I noticed an envelope addressed to me.
Make your way to the diva's dressing room and go through the
mirror as you know how to do. It would do you well not to tell
Madame Giry of this. The is another note in my music box, give
it to Christine.
O.G.
I stared at the parchment in my hand. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I jumped sending the writings flying. "Come in!" I yelled groping for the sailing papers.
"Meg, whatever are you doing?" Christine asked seeing my frantic rush to grab the documents.
"You scared…" got one of them, "me" Success, I caught the last note. "Here, I have a note for you."
"For me?" Christine said with a puzzled look. She grasped the note and started to shake. "He's with me even now."
"Your hands are cold."
"Still around me."
"Your face Christine, it's white."
"It frightens me"
"Don't be frightened, just read the note." Slowly she unfolded the note, and read aloud.
" 'Wandering child, you have found your own guidance, and I hope your life goes well. Tell the Vicomte that he was a worthy opponent and that he has my blessing as the angel of Music looking out for his former pupil. Also tell him that if he hurts you I will hint him down, and gut him. Enclosed in a leather envelope in the third drawer of Meg's cedar chest, next to the pink ballet slippers is a gift for you and your fiancé. Till death, P.T.O.' " She closed the note. The whiteness left her face as she smiled. "What does this mean, Meg?"
"It means I should check the third drawer of my cedar chest next to my pink slippers." I ran over to the corner of the room and opened the correct drawer by its brass handles. There, bound in a black leather envelope was the thing that the phantom had described, exactly nest to my pink ballet shoes. I rushed back over to Christine and gave it to her. "What is it?" I questioned as she opened the envelope.
"Oh my!"
"What!" She looked at me, then back at the book.
"Meg, I don't believe this. He…He…"
"What is it?"
"He wrote out the score to the song Raoul and I sang on the rooftop." She leafed through the sheets of music. "He wrote the voice parts, and added Instrumental parts! He must have heard the entire thing, not just the part he sang in his opera."
"Oh Christine, that's wonderful! I'm so glad that he and I…" I paused.
"What Meg?"
"I've seen him. He is giving me lessons."
"What! Meg, don't do this to yourself. You don't know what he can do. He is dangerous." I looked down.
"You don't understand. I'm going to see him. Today even. I want to adventure. To get out of this monotonous life. The opera is not it for me; I love to dance, but this constant draining is driving me crazy. There's something about him. I want to be with him. I come alive around him."
"Meg, he will hurt you. I know he changed; I evoked that change in him. But you cant do this."
"I am, and you can not stop me. I want this; I want to be with him."
"Meg," she sighed, "Do what you wish, but be careful." Christine got up and placed her hand on my shoulder then left.
"Twisted every way
What answer do I give?
Am I to go to him?
And perhaps have the chance to live
Do I go to the man who inspired Christine's voice?
Do I take part in fear?
Do I leave myself with a choice?
He killed without a thought
He murdered what was good
And yet I know he's changed
Do I get to change to?
O' god if I agree
What adventures wait for me
With the Phantom of the Opera?"
