A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I apologize! The weather was not cooperating…
On another note: THANKS FOR YOUR REVIEWS, and I'm glad you people like my parodies! BG
I shall try to update more often…
A Ghost or an Angel?
Later that evening, Christine sat in her new room contemplating when a soft knock came on her door. She knew immediately it was Meg.
"Come in."
The door opened and there stood…a dark shape.
"I am the Opera Ghost and I chose you to play the role of Elissa in the upcoming production of Hannibal." it said in an attempted deep voice. Christine only stared. The figure suddenly swooshed in, threw back the cape dramatically, and revealed a laughing Meg.
"Don't do that, Meg! My heart must have skipped a dozen beats."
"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts?"
"For a moment I thought I ought."
"Oh, Christine, you were wonderful!" Meg said dreamily, dismissing the subject of ghosts. "I wish I knew how to sing like you."
"Don't be ridiculous, Meg. Your voice is just as good as mine." She sighed. "I don't see why M. Lefevre had to choose me."
"But, Christine, your voice is so much more beautiful than mine! I am sure the Opera Gh-" she stopped suddenly as her mind registered Christine's last statement. "M. Lefevre? Do you really think it was he who sent the note?"
"Don't you think so?" asked Christine, surprised Meg even asked. It seemed so obvious that it was from the old manager. He seemed so ready to be on his way when the note arrived. "He must not have expected it to fall, or be dropped, so early." She mussed.
"What?"
"Oh, I was just thinking- no, no matter." she smiled. "What do you think of my new room?"
"I definitely love the mirror! You could see yourself from head to toe whenever you wanted." Meg replied and twirled in front of it. Christine laughed.
"I think it rather out of place, especially in this room. It's so small."
"Nonsense, Christine, its perfect!"
"Do you want to switch?"
"Oh, I would love it, but mother won't allow it." She twirled again and curtsied before an unseen audience, receiving invisible roses.
"Oh, look!" she suddenly exclaimed. Christine jumped up, expecting Meg to show her something interesting. "A rose, from him! He liked me, Christine, he liked me!"
Christine relaxed, realizing it was only Meg's imagination running wild. She herself was a victim of a dreamy mind.
"Do you know what they say about his roses?" Meg asked. Christine shook her head no. "They say they bring good luck to whoever receives them!"
"What else do they say about this Opera Ghost?"
"Well, they say he came here long ago, but no body knows when. Although, others claim he built the Opera Populaire. That's why in his notes he says 'my opera house'. But anyway, Buquet said he saw Him. He said the ghost was the ugliest thing on earth, with tiny yellow eyes and horribly disfigured face. And then he has this magical lasso…" Meg shuddered. "Well, no one has heard from him for years! Until now, that is. And he has chosen you for the main part! He must think very well of you!"
Very well indeed… thought Erik, listening in on the conversation. Christine not only had a great voice, she also had the looks and the trust and love that he needed and wanted. She was his last hope for salvation and happiness. He turned around and headed back to his lair.
"Buquet… isn't he the one who works in the flies?" Christine asked.
"Yes. I think he's rather creepy." Meg laughed, "Maybe he's just jealous that the Ghost looks better than him, and can actually sing!"
"Or gets a better pay than him!" Both girls went into a fit of laughter.
"But in truth, Christine, the Ghost has the voice of an angel." Meg said, after they calmed down.
"An Angel?" Christine asked, suddenly serious.
"Are you my Angel?"
"Yes, child, I am your Angel and I will teach you how to sing like one…"
"Did father send you?"
…
"Yes."
"Christine?"
Father playing the violin…
"Christine!"
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, Christine, you scared me! What were you thinking?"
"N-nothing."
"Was it about your father?" Meg asked timidly. Christine nodded, not wanting to disclose her secret. He wanted to be kept a secret, her Angel, and she had almost given him away, almost failed him. Christine did not want to make Him unhappy for all the kindness He had shown her and for all he had taught her.
"Trust me, and I shall make your dreams come true…"
"Come, Meg, we'll be late for the rehearsals."
Le Fantome de le Parodie:
"Well, they say he came here long ago, but no body knows when. Although, others claim he built the Opera Populaire. That's why in his notes he says 'my opera house'. But anyway, Buquet said he saw Him. He said the ghost was the ugliest thing on earth, with tiny yellow eyes and horribly disfigured face-" Meg suddenly broke off and Christine looked at her friend to see what caused this unusual pause. Meg was staring at the mirror which was being opened…somehow. A man stepped into the room from behind it, wearing an evening dress, a white mask, and a rose tucked in behind his right ear.
"Excuse me, ladies." was all he said, and then looked at himself in the mirror. Christine and Meg stared expectantly at him. He took off his mask and continued to observe his face in the mirror. A perfectly normal face. "Ugly, did he say?" He looked back at the two girls. "Pardon for the intrusion once again. I shall leave immediately."
But at that moment, the door to the room opened and Mme. Giry walked in. She stood in the frame of the door for a moment and in the next instant was upon the man in the room.
"Good lord, Erik! How many times do I have to tell you, KEEP IN YOUR PLACE UNTIL THE LINES INDICATE TO COME OUT! And put your make up back on, you're supposed to look horrible!" With that, she ushered Erik back through the mirror and out of sight.
"Get ready for rehearsals, girls."
