Rising fog surrounded me as I gazed upon the mirror. There I looked upon a face that did not belong to me. A man with a white mask covering half of his face was behind my reflection. I could only see that mask staring back at me, nothing else, until a large gloved hand reached out as if to offer me something. My heart was beating wildly as I stared into that unfeeling mask trying to find his eyes behind the shadow. His outstretched hand was still there, he was awaiting my answer. I placed my hand upon his and he pulled me inside the mirror.

All was darkness.

I felt his breath on my neck as he whispered angrily into my ear, "Did you forget you're Angel?"

I nearly jumped out of my bed. It was only a dream. I've had these strange dreams since I moved into this opera house.

I washed my face and patted it dry, and for a moment considered leaving my head buried win the towel

Christine, my new friend and star of the next upcoming plays had an angelic voice. She had told me of this phantom but I had nothing to worry about. He had been missing since the opera fire incident thank goodness. I remember the look of horror I must have shown on my face when she told me he had murdered two men. I shook my head and tried to shake some sense in myself as I got dressed. I possess very few clothes. I own only a few pairs that I was able to salvage from the fire that took my home.

I picked out a modest cream dress with puffy sleeves that poofed around my chest, and tied a bow with a matching ribbon around my head. It wasn't quite what I would have worn before but it still apepeared flattering none the less.

I glared at the clock; it was 10:00 A.M. The Auditions for the la nuit entière wind orchestra were to be held at noon. I put my hand over my rumbling belly. My stomach was screaming for nourishment. I head mechanically to the kitchen dreaming of pancakes smothered in steaming syrup. When I realized it was too late for breakfast and there was no one in the kitchen I settled for some toast with jam. I gobbled two slices down quickly but later was ashamed of my gluttony. As I walked back I saw Christine heading toward my room and called out to her.

"Addie!" she squeaked with glee and greeted her with a hug. She must have been very happy about something. You could tell she was practically glowing with excitement.

"Christine," I hugged her back. "How have you and Raoul been?"

"Oh, um, fantastic," she said, staring past me and nervously swinging back and forth on her feet. Her smile couldn't have been larger. "I received the leading part of la nuit entière!" She said beaming.

"Oh Christine I'm so happy for you!" and I truly was. I thought to tell her of my audition, but decided otherwise, in case I didn't make it.

Me and Raoul are going to celebrate with lunch would you care to join us?

I frowned. Now I can't escape telling her. "Tryouts for the wind orchestra are at noon, how about dinner?"

"Oh that would be perfect. See you there. Good luck," said Christine squeezing my hand. As she left, She left practically skipped down the hallway with glee.

I returned to my room to practice the piece that had me so befuddled the night before. I took the music out of my case and fell down on the bed staring at the notes. I sat up and stood looking at the music for the longest time trying to make something of the notes trying to get an image in my head until I heard a deep male voice humming. It was quiet at first and I realized whoever was humming was humming the music in my hands. The sound filled the room. I gasped and my mouth fell agape. It was beautiful! Never did I think such simple humming could be so magical. My eyes closed as I savored the sweet sound.

"Yes," I felt myself murmur.

I walked over to my Cello in a trance-like state and set everything in it's correct position. The voice was still humming. It didn't matter to me who the voice belonged to I was mesmerized by the music. I began the piece from the start and heard the voice start over with me. I placed my fingers on the strings and set the bow on the strings as well. My fingers were itching to play. I closed my eyes and let my hands soar not paying attention to the notes but the soft humming. My fingers caressed the strings with vibrato that painted the sad mood. I never wanted this to end. But when the voice reached the last note so did I. I then opened my eyes. The music had stopped, sending my senses back towards me.

Am I insane?

No, it's him my throat became dry, I was unable to move. It's him, the man that haunts my dreams.