How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
She began to cry at the all-around deepness of her soul and the lyrics that were spontaneously coming out of her mouth. Ordinarily, the dancers and other assorted members of the company would ritually murder anyone who kept them up-- after all, rehearsals started at five in the morning-- but Marie-Suzette was different. In a very, very beautiful way.
Someone else was listening to the gorgeous flowing words emenating from her oral orifice. That someone was Erik. He crouched in the passageway outside Marie-Suzette's mirror, watching her in a way that was not at all creepy or stalkerish. He longed to take her away, lead her down this pathway lined with arms holding candlelabras, down a lot of stairs, to a horse, down more stairs, across a lake, to his lair. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. He burst out,
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
Marie-Suzette looked up, surprised, but continued with Amy Lee's part. I mean, the spontaneous song she was singing.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
They kept singing, their dazzling voices bringing the song to a hard-rockin', guitar-poundin' climax. The invisible orchestra accompanying their duet got quite a workout. Finally, after the final "Bring me to life", Marie-Suzette put her brush down reluctantly.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice as soft and demure as a dozen mute and blind kittens.
"I am your angel of music," Erik began singing softly. Marie-Suzette looked into the mirror sharply.
"Don't you start that shit again," she said. "I know you got into Christine's corset with that, but it's going to take a lot more to woo my sassy spirit."
Erik was stunned. "Um. Er... well then..."
"OH ERIK! TAKE ME NOW!" moaned Marie-Suzette, throwing herself against the mirror. She broke through it, landing in Erik's lap. A shard of glass cut her pretty brow, not enough to disfigure it, just enough to leave a pretty scar. "Oh Erik..." she murmured, just before falling into unconsciousness.
