"Can It Be?"

Raoul de Chagny watched open-mouthed from his box seat high above the opera's stage.

The beautiful woman began to sing, her voice flowing smoothly. She sounded like an Angel.

Raoul leaned closer, squinting.

"Can it be?" He began to sing loudly.

Miffed audience members around him turned to glare and 'shhh' him.

He paid no attention.

"Can it be Christine?" He asked himself again loudly.

The glares only multiplied.

Raoul leaned over the edge of the box to get a proper look at the woman singing.

"Think of me, think of me fondly," she vocalized.

Raoul took one last look.

"Can it be Christine?" He said again.

There was a long pause…and then…

"Nah."

(Complete)