…I feel dumb… just to let you know… I thought I explained my madness about Charlotte going off with the Phantom… and acting like she knew him… and I did… in a chapter that I wrote in my note book… which I completely changed… and for some reason I was going off of that like that was actually in the story… and when I was getting comments… I was confused to say the least… my humblest apologies, in this chapter I shall try to be clearer… and remember to tell you the past. And for the sake of Crimson Rhapsody I shall make Erik sound more intelligent
Erik fumed when he saw the two leave her dressing room. The door clicked shut. Erik slid the Mirror open and stepped into Charlotte's room. He bit his lip to avoid going after them. He must not make him self know to these silly directors, until the time is right, until the opportune moment.
He carelessly looked around and sighed a sigh of frustration. He needed a plan. "Once she sees who I really am… It's over… I must reveal myself to these 'Directors' and (through gritted teeth) the young patron. I shall lead her on, give her no clue that I am truly…" he smirked "well me. I must not lose my temper. I must act like, the" sigh "fop"
Erik had been immersed in the girl's voice since she started singing in London, when she was 12. He carefully stalked her, until the time was right, when she was weak. Last year she had been turned down for the Role of Juliet on a London stage, the roll that would have surely sealed her fate as a famous singer. That was when Erik struck.
The young girl cried on her bed, her face was tear stained, when she heard a startling voice. "You sing well, but not well enough." She looked around, to see no one. "Would You like the help of an expert?" she looked around… once again, no one. From the expression on her face Erik took that as a yes, and Charlotte Gabriels had her very first lesson with "the angel of music."
She did not know that Erik was the same man as her, her angel. And that the way he wanted it, until tonight. "Until tonight Mademoiselle" with that and a swish of his cape, he was gone.
Chris and Charlotte rekindled their friendship, and growing interests in each other over lunch. They talked about child hood memories. Until something of more importance was brought up.
"Do You remember the last thing I said to you was?" he asked raising a handsome brow. She looked at him and smiled with a twinkle in her eyes, which was a look of more than just friendship. 'I think she remembers' he thought to himself.
"You said" she said slowly. "That you loved me" Charlotte said these words happily remembering back to when she was a child, which wasn't all too long ago. "And that one day you would marry me, no matter what it takes" she said dreamily.
"And I stand by that" he said in soft but reassuring voice. She knew he meant it. She smiled. He gently held her hand in his over the table. Her was fluttering, her stomach had butterflies, she couldn't speak… nor could she frown.
Sorry it's short… but this is more of a transition chapter.