Chapter Seven part One:
Just hours later-
The large clock in the front foyer of the Opera House struck midnight with loud clangs. At first Evelia found it impossible to sleep through the ringing of the noisy clock at night, but it was a thing every ballet girl eventually got used to, and soon Evelia slept through the clock's loud clangs easily. But tonight, Evelia lay in her bed not quite asleep...but not quite awake either. She was rather entranced, and she suddenly jerked up in her bed, still not really awake. Something seemed to be calling her- a voice, seeming far away and yet clear. She could hear it call to her as she sat upright in her bed. It was a man's voice, strong and smooth, better than that of any man she had heard at the Opera House. The voice sung a song Evelia had never heard before, eerie, haunting, and beckoning. She got up slowly, looking still quite entranced, and went to find the source of this mysterious voice.
Chapter Seven Part Two
Evelia woke the next morning in her bed, which bathed in sunshine that poured through a window. As soon as she gained full consciousness, her mind buzzed with confusions and uncertainties. She faintly remembered some very strange things from that night, and contemplated weather or not it was all just a dream. So strange were the things she recalled- a dressing room, a large mirror...and a white mask in the mirror. She also remembered a voice singing a strange, eerie song. Though everything else was faint in her memory, she remembered the song exactly as she had heard it. Still, everything else was all so faint, and it could have easily just been her mind's recreation of a song she had heard long ago and hadn't remembered...but it didn't feel like a dream at all. Though faint, it had all felt so very real...but Evelia pushed this out of her mind and convinced herself that it was a dream, and nothing more.