L'Ange de la Musique
Chapter 6
"Introductions..."
Monday. It was Monday already.
Erik didn't sleep. He stood awake, gazing at the surface of the gleaming, tranquil lake as he sat on his organ's bench, facing the shore. He had his arms crossed, his face fixed in a pensive expression.
Christine was sleeping in his bedroom. It was very late at night, as far as he knew. Moonlight filtered from above and bathed the lake's surface. Erik turned and looked at the grand, aged grandfather clock that rested on the wall; 6:15 am. It was going to be morning soon. The mahogany clock ticked in a rhythm, the pendulum swinging back and forth whilst the hands of the clock moved at each second that elapsed.
Erik sighed and stood up. He placed his hands behind his back and paced around his lair in a meditative way, his dark cape bellowing behind him as he went. He was still dressed in his black suit, with his red handkerchief in slight disarray in the scruff of his shirt. His hair was not completely smoothed back, some bangs fell over his forehead, due to the many times he had run his hand through his hair in deep thought. His pale white mask rested upon the marred, right side of his face, and the white porcelain glistened in a ghostly way.
He gave a deep sigh.
Today he was going to be introduced to the crew; the dancers, performers, actors, stagehands, etc… How would they take it? Would they accept him? He could feel the knot of nervousness in the pit of his stomach tighten up, giving him an unpleasant sensation of dread. What if they didn't accept him? What if they didn't want anything but to see him dead, just as Firmin had wanted to? What if… What if….
His mind was full of unanswered questions, giving him a throbbing headache. Voices screamed and shrieked in his mind, making his aching head throb even more. He stopped pacing and closed his eyes. He drove a hand to his temple, trying to ease the pain, but it persisted. The voices in his head became louder; They told him to turn back, to abandon this outrageous idea, but another voice, stronger than the others, whispered above the tumult: 'You promised her… she trusted you… she told you everything would be alright…. Believe in her, believe in her word…. Trust her…'
"I try… I really do." He muttered to himself. But those voices wouldn't leave him alone; those voices kept trying to turn his mind away from her. But there was always this other lonely voice, which roared above the others, that always turned his head back to her.
This lost voice, for Erik, was the voice of reason, hope, and optimism. This voice had remained quiet, until Christine came. This voice had woken up, screaming and yelling in his mind, full of happiness and yearning. The rest of the voices were the voices of fear, neglect, pessimism, anger, and selfishness. Erik always tried hard to shut these voices down, but they kept pounding in his ears, muttering words of discouragement and of dire nature.
But yet, the other voice came back, the voice of reason; this voice reigned above the others imperiously and brought him back up, filling his ears with soothing words and hopeful prospects.
Erik always listened to this voice. Not only did it mutter words of encouragement, it also talked to him with Christine's voice; It was the distant echo of Christine's voice, reminding him that hope must never be lost, because you'll always find a silver lining in a dark, stormy cloud, that no matter how bad things are, there's always a way out.
He returned his gaze back to the clock: 7:00 am. Morning.
The moonlight that filtered from above melted and gave way to the early rays of sun, the warm hues of sunrise flooding the lair. The sun rose, welcoming a new day, and a new beginning.
Outside, the birds awoke from their slumber, greeting the day with their chirping, creating songs of joy and eagerness. The trees swayed in harmony, following the soft blowing of the early summer wind.
Inside, Erik awaited, with the anxiety flooding him as the minutes elapsed. He could hear movement above, meaning that everyone was waking up too.
Even though he had not had any sleep, Erik didn't feel tired or even sleepy. He had been wide-awake, the uneasiness filling him inside. What if everything went wrong? Damn it. There are those voices again; daunting him. Why couldn't he listen to the lonesome voice for once? Why couldn't he think in … What if everything went all right? What if they did accept him?
Everything will be fine, the lonely voice said, you'll see. You just trust.
And this time, Erik did listen to it, this time, he was not thinking in all the terrible things that could happen. This time… he was looking at the silver lining in the dark cloud.
He managed a small smile. After thinking so hard, he was beginning to understand what Christine had said: There's also compassion, love, and understanding in that world which you dread, Erik, not only loathing and fear. Just look at Meg, look at Mme. Giry… Look at me.
(1)Yes, there was compassion and understanding. A thought within him that had been hiding inside of him since he was a child, erupted. When he was young, he used to think: 'despite of everything, I still believe people are good at heart.' But he had received so much pain and neglect, that this thought had begun to vanish, to hide, and to disappear.
His once hopeful heart had become dry, sad, and lonely. He had lost all faith in human beings. For him, the only person who possessed this understanding and compassion had been young Mme.Giry, who saved him from the gypsies when he was little.
She had been his only friend and companion; She and his music of course. He had known nothing of life except the Opera House in which he dwelled; it had been his playground, and gradually grew to be his artistic domain.
He had become a skillful man; he was an architect and designer, he was a composer and magician; He was a genius, yet, he had remained a hidden and unknown genius, hiding his discoveries and masterpieces from the world, keeping them for himself, for he feared the world would never understand. Never.
And then, came Christine; She was the light in his darkness. She had been the only one to respond to his call and the only one to understand his tears, his torments, and his fears. She had put his deformity aside, accepting him for who he was and not for how he looked like.
She had understood his madness and his obsession with her; she had been scared, but soon understood that he, Erik, would never hurt her, no matter what. She had proven to him that he was not alone despite the fact that the world was crumbling over him. She was certainly one of a kind. And that was why he loved her. She was unique, just like him.
He pondered, listening to the incessant ticking of the old clock. The filtering sunrays tinted his white mask, splashing it with yellows and gold. The usually blue lake now looked like a golden pool. His organ gleamed and shone under the light, and the whole place flooded with warmness.
But the thing that gave off the tenderest warmth, were the thin, delicate arms that now wrapped themselves around his waist, and the slender body that pressed itself against his back. He could feel her heart beating against his upper back, and her soft breath caressing his skin.
"Good Morning…" he heard Christine whisper in his ear. He then felt her lean her head against his back.
"Good morning," Erik muttered back.
He grabbed her hands and gently pushed her forward to stand beside him. He placed his arm over her thin shoulders, hugging her to him. She leaned on his side and hugged his torso. She looked up at him and smiled tenderly.
Erik looked down at her, giving a small smile, his eyes showed deep thought as he gazed down at her.
"What are you thinking?" she asked softly, still looking at him.
"I'm thinking about you." he responded simply, never taking his eyes off her.
"About me?" she inquired, "And what are you thinking about me?"
"Many things…" he sighed, rubbing her shoulder lightly.
"And in your thoughts did you include the possibility of me kissing you?" she asked, a mischievous grin playing across her face.
Erik's eyes widened. "Kissing me?" he inquired.
"Yes…" she whispered. She leaned forward, closing her eyes yearningly, while placing her hand on his cheek.
For a moment, Erik thought about becoming lost in her kiss, about locking his lips with hers. He leaned forward as well, closing his eyes, but just then, an obnoxious click stopped him. His eyes snapped open and he pulled away before his lips came in contact with hers; He took some steps backwards, turning his head away.
"Erik?" Christine asked, as she opened her eyes and stared at him worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"I…I…" he stammered, looking around him nervously. "Christine, ….I can't kiss you."
She frowned in confusion, "Why not?"
"I c-can't tell you."
"You can't tell me?" she asked. She then looked down. "Am I a bad kisser?" she pouted, rather playfully.
"What? No!" Erik said, with a slight tone of alarm in his voice. He approached her slowly and raised her chin with his hand. "No… It's not…. that…" his voice trailed off as he gazed at her eyes. "You're an excellent…kisser…"
He touched her lips softly with his index finger, caressing them lovingly. NO, he had to resist. He could not give in. He couldn't kiss her. He couldn't! He resisted the urge to kiss her with every ounce of will he possessed.
She looked at him curiously. She kissed his finger softly and took his hand in hers.
"Then what is it?" she insisted.
"It's… I…" he stuttered, "You'll loathe me for saying this…but… I can't kiss a married woman."
He took his hand out of her hold and took some steps backwards again. He looked at her, waiting for her reaction with a disappointed expression plastered on his face.
Christine sighed exasperatedly and turned her head away, rolling her eyes intolerantly. She placed her hands on her hips and turned her head back to him.
"Erik, we have been through this… I'm not engaged to him anymore!" she said angrily, "Besides… I'm not married. What Raoul and I had was just an engagement! We were about to marry but, due to the circumstances, it has been cancelled!"
"What?" Erik inquired; a surprised expression invaded his face. "Engagement?"
"Yes, Erik! Engaged!" she said, staring at him impatiently, "There's a difference between engaged and married! And thank God I was in the engagement side."
Erik just stared at her incredulously, not believing that he had been so oblivious all this time. Of course, she had clearly said '…As far as I'm concerned… I'm not engaged to him anymore…' some days earlier. Engaged. That meant…
(2)"The purpose of a ring in an engagement is to swear loyalty and love to each other." She explained, "Engagement is also a process in which you find out if the man that loves you is suitable for you. The ring also symbolizes a promise, a vow made between the fiancées, in which you swear undying love until marriage is done, in which, that love becomes eternal. If the ring is taken off on either side, the vow is broken; therefore there is no relationship anymore."
Christine walked to Erik and stood before him. She reached out and caressed his face gently.
"I took the ring off," she whispered, managing a small smile. She showed him the finger that once wore Raoul's ring. "The vow is broken…. I'm free."
Erik gazed at the finger. He then took her wrist and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her bare finger lovingly.
He brought both her arms around his neck and wrapped his arms around her middle. She smiled and looked seductively at him. Erik smiled too and he leaned forward.
"Then… Am I free to do this?" He said, his eyes half closed as he gazed at her. He then leaned forward and kissed her squarely on the lips. Christine was taken aback at first, but then complied, responding to the kiss vehemently.
Erik then picked her up by the waist, with their mouths still interlocked, and swung her around in circles, her dress flying behind her.
(3)He placed her back on the floor. They broke the kiss and looked at each other. Christine giggled happily. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss. Then, they both inclined their heads and brought their foreheads together.
They stared amorously at each other. He ran his hands through her curly hair, hugging her closer to him. She kissed the tip of his nose playfully. He chuckled.
Suddenly, they both heard excited movement above; they snapped out of their reverie, remembering that today was Erik's introduction.
"Dear, I almost forgot" Christine muttered quietly. "You always distract me!" she added playfully.
"Me?" Erik replied, mocking a face of outrage.
"Yes, you!" Christine said, grinning.
"I feel so ashamed!" he said sarcastically. He then nuzzled his nose against hers, giving her little skimo kisses. Christine giggled.
"Stop it!" she said between giggles, "We're going to be late!" She placed a hand in his face, stopping him, and pushed him slightly away. He smiled behind her hand, and kissed it.
He took her hand, moved it away, and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she could stop him.
She mocked a face of surprise, "You naughty!" He smiled sheepishly and then faked a face of innocence.
"Who? Me?" he asked naively.
She chuckled and approached him.
"We're really going to be late if we don't hurry." She said as she tried to rearrange his handkerchief; She tucked the blood-red hankie nicely in the scruff. She then smoothed his hair back, combing it properly with her hand.
All the time, he gazed at her, admiring her. She was his beauty, his angel. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her; He owed her so much.
She brushed his suit, smoothing away the wrinkles. He then reached out and grabbed her wrists gently.
"You should get ready too," Erik said, "Don't worry about me."
She smiled at him and gave him a single, fleet kiss in the cheek before she scurried to Erik's room.
His eyes trailed off behind her as she disappeared through the door.
She was free. She was…completely free. He sighed with contentment. Something inside him exploded with happiness. He smiled. Then, his smile faltered as something came to his mind. His eyes gradually traveled to the desk where he worked, to the desk in which he kept all the drawings he made. He walked slowly towards the desk; He reached it and glanced at the various objects that were above it. He looked at all the drawings; His compositions; they were all there. He looked through the pile of papers, his quills, the used bottles of ink. But one object in particular, caught his eye almost immediately. It was a box, a little wooden, jeweled box with golden embroideries. It was small, much smaller than the monkey box at least. It stood lonely in the corner of the desk, all covered in dust.
Erik gazed at it for a moment before taking it carefully in his hands. He looked intently at it, tracing the embroidery with his finger, feeling the cold, smooth surface of the tiny jewels. He blew away the dust, shaking away all the dirt with his hand. He took a white handkerchief that was in the desk, and cleaned the box, getting it rid off all the dust.
He threw the now dirty handkerchief on the desk, and gazed once more at the box. It was a beautiful mahogany box, its fine wood glistening under the soft candlelight. The golden embroidery and the jewels shone beautifully upon the lid.
Below the lid, however, laid a little keyhole. He separated his gaze from the box and looked around him. He spotted one of the huge, broken wall mirrors and approached it, still holding the box in his hands. With one hand, he reached out behind the mirror, looking for something, searching with his fingers. He then felt a cold, thin, small object and grabbed it. He took it out and looked down at the little object in his hand.
It was a little golden key, plastered with tiny glyphs. The most prominent glyph was that with the shape of a little rose, its stem running along the edge, from the head of the key, to its point. The bulb served as the head of the key, while two leaves outstretched from the "stem" to form the key's curvature that fitted the lock.
He slowly introduced the key in the keyhole and turned it slowly. Click. The lock clicked open and Erik lifted the lid. He walked to his desk again and sat on a chair beside it.
He fixed his eyes on the single, minute object that was hidden within the box. He took it out.
It was a gleaming, diamond ring. It had a big diamond in the center, while the many tiny diamonds that ran along the rest of the ring glittered under the light. The ring had not lost its polish; it was as elegant as ever. It was the very diamond ring he had given Christine 3 years ago, in his lair. But Christine had returned it to him just before she left with Raoul, and Erik had kept it safe in this little box. It was a precious treasure for him, for it reminded him of Christine, and of the dream he had dreamt of 3 years ago, but that never became true.
Erik could feel his eyes burn with unshed tears as the memories came flowing back to his mind.
Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you're not alone…
Christine… Oh, Christine… He forced back tears as he gazed one last time at the ring and slowly lowered it to the box again. Suddenly, he heard a door creaking open. He quickly snapped the lid shut and placed the box on the desk. He stood up hastily and brushed some dust off his suit. He straightened up and faced the direction of his room.
Christine came out, looking beautifully gorgeous. She wore one of the dresses he had bought for her. It was a light-sepia colored dress. It had tones of sepias and browns all around. The corset was darker sepia, while the rest of the dress was of a lighter hue. Behind, a decorative bow was prominent; she wore a butterfly-shaped hairpin made entirely of little emeralds in her half ponytail. The curls of hair in the ponytail fell elegantly, while the rest of the hair, fell on her shoulders heavily. Her shoulders were bare, except for two extravagant laces that ran around her lower shoulders, supporting her corset. She also wore a beautiful, silver necklace with a little emerald butterfly hanging from the chain.
Christine smiled, but her smile faltered when she noticed Erik's rather vacant stare.
"Erik?" she said, "Everything fine?"
Erik snapped back to reality, "Y-yes…" he said, faking a smile, "We should get going…"
Christine smiled and approached him. He offered her his arm and she took it more than willingly. He guided her to the gondola and helped her in. He clambered in himself and took the oar. He began rowing, sinking the oar deep into the water, impelling the little boat forward.
They passed the Portcullis and reached the shore in no time. Erik leaped out and helped Christine. They encountered Erik's black steed. Caesar neighed happily, yet, with a nervous tone in his neigh. Christine stared at Caesar for a few seconds, watching his eyes intently as Erik prepared the saddle. Caesar moved uncomfortably, giving little snorts.
"Are you nervous?" Christine asked Erik out of the blue.
"What?" Erik said, as he finished tightening up the saddle.
"I asked you if you're nervous…"
"I…yes… How did you know?" Erik asked, for he had tried really hard to assume a calm expression.
"Your horse is nervous as well." She stated, "Did you know animals can feel what their master feels? It's a connection. A very strong bond."
"Oh…Yes... I'm a bit…nervous." He finished.
"I knew you were… I could feel it too." She said, as she approached him and took his arm. "It seems we have developed a bond as well."
"You… think?" he asked, bewildered.
"Yes." She said, as she rested her head against his shoulder. "It's strange. I could almost tell that I feel what you do. Just a moment ago, back on the lair, I felt sadness for no apparent reason, and when I came out, I found you with a saddened expression."
Erik looked down at her; she was still clutching his arm, and she stared vacantly into the void.
"And just here, I felt your nervousness more than ever, and your horse did too. Caesar was only confirming my suspicions, I had seen you with such a confident look on your face, earlier, but yet I felt you so different."
This time, she looked up at him and stared deep into his eyes. He looked at her again.
"How…" he said, "How can you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Be so empathic?"
"I don't know… I just…am." She said, "And it's just easier to understand others if we see things through their eyes… Don't you think?"
"It's just…so easy for you." He said, "I can't even understand myself, I have never seen through others eyes…I'm so…confused."
(4)"It's normal, " she said reasonably, "To feel confused for one's feelings. That's why empathy is such a difficult trait to acquire. First you've got to understand yourself to be able to understand others and see the world from their point of view. And understanding oneself is not an easy task; there's so many things to think about, so many ideas to ponder on, so many questions to ask oneself, so many feelings and sensations to understand."
"Yes… I suppose so." He sighed, thinking deeply in all that Christine was saying.
"Don't worry," she said, smiling slightly, " In time, you'll understand… Trust me."
She gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. She made her way to Caesar and Erik helped her up, all the time thinking about all she had said just now. She was so right.
Erik climbed Caesar and settled himself behind Christine; He took the reins and urged Caesar to begin his way up.
Caesar neighed, reared slightly, and galloped away. They reached the landing and Erik helped Christine off Caesar. They made their way up the spiral staircase, through the candelabra hall, and through the mirror.
There, they found Mme. Giry waiting for them. She looked with reprimand at them, scoffing as she faced them.
"What took you so long?" Mme. Giry asked, "Come on! The managers are getting impatient! They have assembled all the opera in the Entrance Hall!"
She exited the room in a hurry. Erik and Christine turned to look at each other. Christine smiled tenderly and took his hand.
"It is time." She said.
He nodded and then they followed Mme. Giry. They walked through the various halls, anxiety building up in their insides. As they advanced, they could hear excited chattering and murmurs. The noise became stronger as they finally descended a set of stairs, finding themselves in the uppermost landing of the Entrance Hall.
The crowd muttered excitedly between themselves, not really paying attention to the new incomers.
André and Firmin stood over the handrail, looking down at the employees, when André turned around and saw them. He smiled and opened his arms wide, greeting the three of them.
He advanced at them, giving a hearty laugh. Firmin remained with his back at them, still looking down the banister of the landing.
"Welcome, welcome!" André greeted them, "We thought you wouldn't come!"
André shook Erik's hand eagerly; he then kissed Christine's hand mannerly.
"Mademoiselle." He said.
He then encountered Mme.Giry.
"Ah, Madame!" he said, "Thank you!"
Mme. Giry gave a tiny bow with her head, in an assenting way.
"Well, everyone is here!" André said, "Without further ado, let the introduction begin!"
Erik nodded nervously, and Christine squeezed his hand encouragingly.
"You wait here, I'll make the rightful presentations!" he said. Erik and Christine remained in the back, away from the crew's view range.
André turned once more and strolled to the handrail. He looked down at the employees whose attention was still in another thing that were not the managers.
André cleared his throat loudly, gaining everyone's attention. The hall fell silent in the instant as they looked up at the managers. Dancers, actors, stagehands, workers, and performers abandoned their heated chats to look curiously at the managers.
André opened his arms wide, just as he had done with Erik, and addressed them all.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he bellowed strongly, with a smile plastered in his face, "I have the honor to introduce two new members of our crew!"
At this, the crew muttered between themselves. Christine and Erik stared. Two? Wasn't Erik the only one that had applied for a job? Erik looked around. There was no one to be seen. How curious.
"They're able workers, and have acceded to become part of our family!" André said, "I rest assured that you will welcome them as it's due."
André half turned around and motioned Erik and Christine to step forward. They blinked for a second, before they realized they were being called. They stepped forward and positioned themselves beside André.
The crew recognized them immediately and, to Erik's misfortune, all recognized him instantly, thanks to his half, white mask.
The crew gasped and stifled screams as they gazed up at Erik. The ballet girls and other female bodies clapped their hands to their mouths in utter fear, some of them, hiding behind the stagehands and other robust workers. The male parts of the crew glared at him, sending a shiver running down Erik's spine as a thousand eyes were laid upon him.
Between the tumult, different angry acclamations were heard, 'the Phantom of the Opera!', 'It's the Opera Ghost!', 'Wasn't he dead?', and so on. Erik just wanted to disappear from the face of earth right there, on that spot.
"L-Ladies! Gentlemen!" André called, trying to calm the enraged party, "Please! Let me explain first!"
The uproar decreased a bit, but there were still enraged murmurs and deadly glares.
"This gentleman here, has agreed to work with us-"
"And why would we accept that bloody murderer?" someone screamed from the group.
There was avowal among the crew and heated whispers could be heard. Erik could feel his heart sinking lower and lower in his ribcage.
"Monsieur! Please!" André said, "Just give him a chance! How can someone change if he's not given an opportunity to do so!"
"And what makes you believe he has changed?" the same angry, bulky man exclaimed.
"Believe me monsieur!" André said defiantly, "I know…"
The bulky man remained silent, just as the entire group.
"As I was saying…" André resumed, "This man will be working for us. I introduce you, Monsieur Erik!"
"So that monster has a name?" A flirty ballet dancer said annoyingly.
Christine felt the rage build inside her; She just wanted to go to that woman and slap her across the face. Erik meanwhile, gulped and dropped his gaze pitifully. Christine rubbed his arm comfortingly.
"Disrespectful comments will NOT be tolerated, mademoiselle!" André bellowed. "Monsieur Erik and Mademoiselle Daaé will be working for us now."
Christine froze. She was going to work for them too? She was the second addition to the crew? Oh dear…
Faint murmurs arose as Christine's second name was mentioned. The murmurs, though, were not those of anger and fear, but gentle murmurs. They had all met Christine, and had grown quite fond of her. They were just surprised to see her again in the Opera House after 3 years of absence.
"They are now part of our crew." André stated, "Erik will kindly assume the post of Voice Teacher, while Miss Daaé will assume the post of Ballet Assistant!"
Christine instantly whirled around to look at Mme.Giry. She returned her stare with a little smile playing on her lips. She winked an eye at Christine. Christine smiled back and returned her gaze to the crew below her.
"I now ask for a round of applause for our new colleagues!" André shouted.
Clapping reverberated across the hall as millions hands were brought together in a round of applause. Erik could feel his heart lighten up, for some members of the crew were actually smiling at him!
"I must warn you though!" André shouted over the cheering, "Nothing about Erik's or Christine's whereabouts is to be known outside the Opera! Their lives in the Opera House from now on shall be kept a secret… for personal reasons…" André glanced at Christine, who quickly turned away.
"If you spill anything outside the Opera, you'll be instantly… fired." André warned. "SO nothing about Erik or Christine must be told to anyone outside the opera… Understood?"
The crew nodded silently, making a solemn agreement between everyone.
"Thank you, everyone!" André said, "You can now go to do your usual activities!"
The group scattered around, going to their usual actions, leaving the managers, Erik, Christine, and Mme. Giry alone.
André turned around and smiled broadly.
"Well, it seems everything has been settled!" André said, and he turned to Erik and Christine, "Your schedules and activities will be given in a short period of time! For now, I must retire to sign some papers and such! Mme. Giry will show you your working place."
He bowed his head rapidly and strolled up the staircase toward the office.
Firmin, who had remained quiet through the whole ordeal, turned to Erik.
"Good Job, monsieur…" Firmin said, "I wish you the best in your new job…. and your new future."
Firmin was being nice with Erik? Okay, this time, the world is really coming to an end.
Firmin stretched out his hand and shook it with Erik's.
"No hard feelings?" Firmin muttered. Erik shook his head and managed a small smile while shaking Firmin's hand Firmin nodded and walked away.
Erik felt relief sweep upon his body. This couldn't get any better! Just then, Christine lunged at him, embracing him warmly. Erik couldn't keep his contentment anymore and took Christine by the waist, swinging her in the air in circles. Christine giggled as Erik smiled up at her. Erik placed her back down and embraced her.
"You were right," he whispered in her ear, "always right…"
He tightened his embrace on her, closing his eyes. Christine smiled and did the same.
"Well, I suppose I should show you your working areas…" Mme. Giry interrupted, "If you will follow me."
She descended from one of the staircases, Erik and Christine following closely. They entwined their fingers and, without Mme. Giry noticing, they kissed lovingly, following her pace in utter happiness.
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Angel chorus- HALLELUYA! HALLEUYA!
Feri- finally done with Chapter 6! Squeeeee!
Erik- -pokes Feri- I poke you! n/n
Feri- Please! Stop giving Snickers to Erik!
Erik- NUUUU! DON'T LISTEN TO HER!
Feri- It's for your own good!Erik- It's not… -eye twitches freakishly-
Feri- -Backs away- Erm…right… You're crazy!
Erik- Me? Crazy? NAAAAAH! Whatever gave you that idea! -eye twitches again as he smiles wickedly-
Feri- Eh… I should go now…before Erik does something I would surely regret!
Erik- POKE ATTACK! n.n
Feri- AAAAAH! -runs away-
(1) Got the phrase from "The Diary of Anne Frank"- "Despite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart."- Anne. I read the play recently and saw it fitting.
(2) That is what it means to me at least, an engagement ring and that stuff.
(3) I have such a cute mental picture in there! -Dreamy eyes-
(4)I took a personality test and my most prominent trait was "empathy". What Christine describes there is what I actually think o.o, so yeah, that's my opinion about empathy, said through Christine XD.
Myuuu!
Feedback please! Thank you for stopping by and reading! -hugs all-
Feri-san