Diary of a Soprano
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Summary: Random entries from Christine's diary…
Author's Note: Really bored and inspired by a bunch of EC phics, so here goes!
A/N2: More Gaston Leroux than ALW; did not change ending just sort of explaining her feelings.
Dear Diary,
Tonight was my grand triumph! I sang for my Angel alone; I truly gave him my soul. He told me that he was very pleased and that no emperor had ever received such a gift. My Angel has such a way with words… And of course his music is the most beautiful I've ever heard! Oh, to hear him sing is to hear the angels rejoice!
--Christine
I have now unmasked my Angel, only to find he is nothing but a man, no one but Erik! Alas, my illusion has been shattered and I must face the truth… but how can I?
--Christine
I'm so conflicted! Raoul and I have been playing at being engaged, but now he says he won't go to the North Pole. Dear me, I never considered this possibility when I thought up this game! What can I do to discourage him? For truly I feel something for him; but how can I know if it's love? For I also felt something for Erik at one time. I thought it was love for a bit, but soon enough learned it was just pity and sadness at his fate.
Erik… Truly he could have been the greatest musical genius of our time if not for his deformity… What a cruel joke has been played on him! Erik, Erik, Erik… How my soul aches for thee!
--Christine
I've been carried off for love! I am indeed lucky to even be able to write these words, I know. Erik kidnapped me during the opera! He must have known that Raoul and I were to make our escape directly afterwards… I knew I shouldn't have discussed the plan anywhere near these premises, but I promised Erik that I would not see him outside of this Opera House. And now Raoul and the Persian are inside the torture chamber! I have been released from my bonds but long enough to write this, and he is sitting there staring, forever staring…
Oh, to be with Mama Valerius again! Truly I would never complain about her strictness or demands ever again; not after having been here! My sweet adoptive mother… I can only imagine how she is worrying. How I wish I could speak to her; assure her that I am all right…
Erik says I must relinquish the pen and paper now so that he may bind me to the chair once more. God only knows how long it will be before I can write in you again…
--Christine
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