I know what your thinking, why is she posting so much today? Well, it's saturday, I don't have a date and I don't have any homework, so I had plenty of time, and thought, 'well, lets not waste it!'
Chapter 6- Notes
Rene wondered if her life could get any better. Even if Andre and Firmin did not want her to play the part of Juliet, she was still considered for it by Madame Giry. Then there was Christian. She had only met him for a few moments, but she liked him. She wanted to see him again. She wondered if she went to the stables if he would happen to be there.
Rene had come to her room, and not even realized where she had gone. She let out a startled squeal as she almost ran into the door. She giggled to herself lightly, not even caring if anyone saw. She opened the door and went in. She lit the candles on her armoire. She headed for the one on the table next to her bed.
Sitting next to the candle, illuminated in the starlight was a single red rose, a black ribbon tied into a precise bow on top of it. Underneath the flower was an envelope sealed in red wax with a skull stamp. Rene gulped, she hadn't thought to look there before she left to talk to Madame Giry, and so she didn't know how long it had been there. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She picked up the envelope and rose. She smelled the rose and then opened the envelope.
A small note fell out of the envelope and floated gently to the floor. Rene bent over and picked it up, tenderly, as if it might burst into flames at any moment. She turned it over and began to read:
Dearest Rene,
I would like to thank you for singing with me last night. I am intrigued by your voice, and I wish to hear more. If you want to learn from me the secrets of the Angel's music, than lock your door tonight at 10:00 and watch out the window for me. I will know if you do not lock your door, and I will also know if you are watching for me. If you fail to do either of these than I will not be pleased. Your angel advises that you heed his word, for I do not desire for something awful to happen to you.
Sincerely,
OG
Rene stood with the not in her hand breathing hard. She read it through once more and then placed it delicately back on the table. As she backed away from the table, she stared at the paper, as if it might suddenly disappear, or attack her. She thought she heard something behind her, and so she froze. A white, gloved hand was placed on her shoulder. It startled her so badly that she screamed as she turned to face the man behind her.
