Mewsette
lay awake that night...tossing and turning...every position she moved
into did not feel comfortable at all...she finally sat up...angry
that she could not rest...she glared into the darkness trying to
think of a reason why she wasnt sleeping...
I
am nervous?
Happy?
Sad?
She raked her fingers through her thick hair...she had to sleep...should would be horrible tomorrow if she didn't sleep...she reached over and grabbed her book...entitled..."Le fantome de l'opera"
Mewsette had been doing everything she could to prepare herself for the Role of Christine.. She wanted to know her every thought and feeling...she wanted to be her...
She had always that thought it was amazing that Christine shared the last name as her...and every since she was little she had always convinced herself..that she would play Christine...she would be Christine...and maybe finally her dream had come true...
Mewsette turned to the next page in her...the story itself was so gripping and captivating that she found it hard to put the book down...
Finally she reached the end of the chapter...her brown eyes grow heavy and she put the book down...she sluggishly reached for the light and switch it off...
the soft breeze blew from her window into her room...she closed her eyes and enjoyed its icy touch on her face...along with the breeze...a mass of rose petals...flew through her window...and nestled themselves in her hair...brushed against her lips...and skimmed her eyelashes...
I am your angel of music..Come once again my angel of music...
echoed a voice...Mewsette drifted off to sleep...
