Where you want to be
Christine laid in her seat as she was surrounded by people putting on make-up. She was getting ready to play the part as the "Page Boy" in her upcoming performance "LL Muto". Christine lay in her soft cushioned chair placing blush on her pale cheeks as her eyes were glazed. Her mind was wandering as usual, but this time on something important.
She sighed as she placed the brush down and stared at her weak form in the mirror. Her brown curly locks fell around her shoulder, her eyes were a dark chocolate brown and under them were bags. She looked like a mess, no matter how much make-up she put on. As she pulled her hair back and tided it back she whispered to herself. " A man……..not an angel, a man….."
Meg scurried down the halls with her mother behind her heel. She pasted the many gossiping ballet rats who kept asking her where her best friend Christine had been the night before. Meg though just ignored them as she walked into the dressing rooms. She saw Christine standing in front of the mirror with a daze look mumbling to herself. Meg stared worriedly toward her friend who had been acting abnormal since she returned this morning. Meg's mother, Madame Giry, warned her not to mention anything to her, but Meg already knew better. As she closed the door softly behind her and stepped into the room she quietly said "Christine, are you ready?"
Christine turned her head towards Meg with an expressionless face. In Meg's opinion it seemed like Christine was staring right thorough her.
" Christine, are you alright? If your not feeling well you don't have to go on stage." Meg said
Christine blinked, seeming like she had just only seen her. She nodded her head to the side perusing that she go on the stage tonight. She then walked right past Meg without saying a word. Meg turned starting to say Christine until her mother put a hand on her shoulder and shook her head.
"Mother, I'm worried about her, she isn't acting herself and she seems distressed about something." Meg said.
" Don't worry Meg, she will be fine. I can assure you she'll be back to normal soon."
Madame Giry than put on a fake smile and headed down the hall in which Christine had just traveled. Meg stood for a minute looking into the dressing rooms.
" I sure hope she's alright." Meg sighed as she walked down the hall.
" Damn those fools!" Erik cursed to himself as he kicked his piano chair to the side.
" How dare they deny the "Phantoms" wish!" Erik stomped to his room and sat on his bed cradling his masked face in his hands. Erik's emotions were getting the best of him rage, guilt, and concern. Only last night had he brought Christine down to his lair and let her stay the night. Everything was going fine until she "had" to pull of his mask!
"Why couldn't she hold her curiosity! Foolish girl…..!" Erik sobbed as he remembered the image of horror that crossed her face as she saw the disfigured form on the right side of his face. He felt even worse when he remembered how he yelled and cursed her, which certainly didn't make her think any higher of him! He had apologized but it was still no way to make up to what he did. His insides even curled more when he remembered the "boy" whom made his angel smile, something he could never do to her. Not only had he frightened her last night but he had also lied to her, pretending to be her "Angel of Music". Of course, she knew the truth now, what kind of angel could have a demon's face! To make matters worse the mangers were once AGAIN disobeying his orders! He had briefly just wrote a letter stating that Christine would be playing the lead role of the Countess in tonights performance, but instead they had put the person who he had told them NOT to put as the Countess in Christine's place! So many emotions were swirling in the abyss of Erik that he did not know how to control them and destroyed anything in his path. He had already smashed a couple of mirrors which had shown his reflection and his hands were bleeding.
Erik chuckled to himself "It's amazing in how you make me feel so many things Christine, I should hate you, but I can't stop from loving you."
He stood up from his bed and walked to his organ.
"Tonight I'll make up in how I yelled at you. I'll make sure that you play the leading role in tonights performance! Those managers will learn not to disobey the "Phantom Of The Opera" again!"
And with that Erik put his cape on his shoulder and grabbed his Punjab lass and hid it under his cape and set off to the stage above.
A/N: Hey! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review if you can please! J
