Chapter 2

Christine returned to her bed and fell asleep at around one o'clock in the morning, clutching her arm which was dressed by the boy in the mask. The sun began to rise and it lit the dark room. Some of the little ballet girls awoke, but Christine lay still, tired from not sleeping for too long. Meg gave her a tap and Christine's eyes opened slowly. "What..." She asked Meg, tiredly. "Wake up, Christine. It's already 8 o'clock."

"So?"

Meg shook her head. "Oh, Christine, you just can't sleep all day. Are you always like this in the morning?"

"No. But I was up very late last night."

"Why?"

Christine sat up and the blanket which concealed the wound on her arm slid off and Meg noticed it. "I heard that music you were talking about... and I saw him again."

"Who are you talking about, Christine? And your arm, what happened?"

Christine climbed out of bed and looked at her bandaged arm, sadly, "Nothing." Christine walked away from Meg and went to get dressed for the day and Meg sat herself down on Christine's bed."She was with the Opera Ghost last night."

"Mama, you know the Opera Ghost, yes?" Meg asked her mother.

" 'Opera Ghost'? I suppose... Why do you ask?" Madame Giry questioned.
"I think Christine was with him last night."

"What makes you think that?"
"She said she heard music and saw a boy with a mask. Is this masked boy the Opera Ghost"
"Well..."

"Please, tell me! Monsieur O.G. hurt her! You did see the bandage around her arm?"

Madame Giry scolded, "Meg! You are being foolish! Surely Christine hit her arm on something! What would your Opera Ghost like with her?"

Meg grunted in defeat and stormed away when she bumped into Christine. "Something bothering you, Meg" Christine questioned, following her friend as she stomped about. "Tell me, you were with the Opera Ghost last night?"

"Do not say that! He is not a ghost! Ghosts frighten people!"

"So you say that the one that hurt you does not frighten you?"
"I am sure he did not mean for that to happen... but I want to hear his music again. When he plays his violin, he reminds me of Papa, and it makes me happy."

"Does he make you happy?"

"Well, he is my Angel of Music... even though he told me that he is not an angel of anything or for anyone."

"Well, nonetheless, you should not see this 'Angel of Music'! I will not let you get hurt again!"

"I will not be hurt again! I promise that he will never ever again!"

Meg did not know why the Opera Ghost mattered so much to her. He obviously meant something to her, if she had yelled at Christine, and they just met. Thinking about it all just bothered her. Also, she always wanted to find out more about him. She often said that she did not like him but she felt that she was lying to herself; just like Christine, Meg yearned to hear his music. With a ballet instructor as a mother, she heard all kinds of songs and to each, she could do her own dance. Meg was truly gifted with poise and rhythm even as a child. Some nights, Meg would listen to the music that Monsieur O.G. played and despite it's the feeling of darkness and recluse, she wanted to dance... with him. Meg knew that he wanted a friend and she wanted to be the one to befriend him.

She knew this so very well, but she still questioned...

"Why, oh why?"

(A/N: Not a very exciting chapter.. I apologise. Chapter 3 is much better, I promise.)