Chapter 2: Lessons
Amy had walked out of the store wondering who on earth that boy was. Did she know him? Why was he staring? She just shook the thought away and walked on. Her parents had died and she had lived on the streets for most of her life. A man picked her up when she was fourteen and has cared for her ever since. Yet, she had no idea who her savior was. She had never seen his face, for it was concealed by a mask. He had taken her to an Opera House and had cared for her there. But why does he live under the Opera House, she always wondered. She never stayed on one question for too long. So she walked on to her home.
She walked down the alleyway, and down a lot of stairs, which she found she did regularly. She did chores for her guardian. She didn't mind at all; he was caring for her anyways. She walked into the dwelling and down more stairs. She found, Erik, is what he liked to be called, writing music while sitting at his organ.
"Hi Erik!" Amy called.
"Oh, hello Amy! How was the trip? It wasn't a bother was it?" Erik asked. He had always stood up for Amy. She thought of him as a father. She had always wondered why a great man like him never had a girlfriend or a wife.
"Oh no! It was fine!" Amy truthfully said.
"Good. Where are the clothes?" He questioned.
"Tom said to come back on Wednesday. He never thought I needed one." Amy said.
"Well, why not? You're jut as smart, talented, and beautiful as those other young women." Erik always made her feel worthwhile. Amy smiled.
"Thanks!" Amy blushed. Erik offered his hand and she took it. He led her into another room where a piano was kept. The room was up two floors.
"I think it's time for your daily lesson." Erik offered.
"Okay!" Amy exclaimed. She was just singing while putting things up one day, when he came in with a shocked expression on his face. She turned to see him.
"Why, what is it, Erik?" Amy had asked. Erik stared for a minute at her, until he spat out,
"Your voice! Why didn't you tell me about it?" Erik asked in an awed tone.
"About what? I can't sing!" Amy never thought anything she did was out of the ordinary, but she was wrong. Erik had worked with Christine, who we all know was a stupendous singer, but when he heard Amy, his heart jumped for he thought he heard Christine yet again.
"You can sing! And might I add, you do it well!" Erik pronounced. He then took her to the piano and taught her to sing scales. That was when she was fourteen, but now, she is sixteen. He had trained her everyday, even on Holidays.
Today, she practiced with him for about two hours. She felt like she had accomplished something at the end of every lesson; and that made her feel fantastic!
"Well done! Do you plan to join the choir?" Erik asked.
"What? A choir? Oh no! I'm not that good!" Amy only thought, but she had no idea how good she truly was.
"You are the best singer I have ever heard in my life! You can sing every song I play or give to you. You have extended your voice to an unbelievable height! You could go for alto, soprano, soprano two, or even a guy's part. You are excellent!" Erik said, with such enthusiasm in his voice. Amy had never thought about herself that way.
"I guess I could try. But I don't think I could sing in front of people." Amy said doubtfully.
"If you just imagine me there, by you, you can do anything you believe in. I will be there at every concert." And that he would. He had picked her up and promised himself to raise her like his own.
"Okay! I think I'll try it!" Amy said, now with more self-esteem.
"That's my girl!" Erik shouted for joy. They embraced.
That night, Amy went to sleep in her swan bed that Erik had built for her; he had a similar one. Her sheets were red and velvety. She loved how he also hung drapes over the bed, that if you pulled a string, it would open up. But that night, she couldn't sleep. She thought about school, the choir, and the main thing, that strange boy!
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