Later that evening-
Evelia collapsed onto her bed. How is it that Carlotta could prolong rehearsal for hours every day! Would she EVER run out of things to complain and go on about? Evelia was exhausted once again, and her lack of sleep the previous night had certainly not helped things. Her feet hurt from her pointe shoes, but mostly Evelia was just tired. Though it was not very late in the evening, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, Evelia awoke. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 11pm. She soon realized that she was extremely thirsty, but the pitcher on the nightstand next to her bed was empty. Groggily, Evelia got up to get some water. As she walked down the dark halls of the Opera House, she sang the song she had heard the other night in her "dream". Obviously she sang it an octave about that the male voice had been singing in, and it sounded eerily beautiful.
Angel
of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your glory!
Angel
of Music!
Hide no longer!
Secret and strange
angel . . .
She was turning the corner into another hallway when a sharp slap landed upon Evelia's cheek. She turned around to face Madame Giry, whose face was slightly horrified.
"Where did you learn that song?" Madame Giry's voice was cold and harsh, with a mysterious hint of fear in it.
"Oh, uh, nowhere really, I-"
"Where did you learn that song!" Madame wanted an answer, and Evelia wasn't sure what to say.
"I think I heard it in my dream last night. Quite strange, really."
"I see." Madame still seemed uncertain, but she could see that Evelia was telling the truth. "Well there will be no more singing as long as you are under my care. This goes for all of the ballet girls!"
Evelia was surprised. Madame was strict, but she did NOT make unnecessary, overbearing rules! Still, there was no arguing with Madame. Evelia headed back to the ballet dormatories, feeling that she was not thirsty anymore.
The next morning, Evelia told Meg about what had happened that night.
"I know why she did that." Meg said softly, her voice low and serious.
Evelia didn't understand. "Why?"
"Remember what I told you about Christine Daae? The Phantom heard her sing, and that's when he became so in love-or rather, obsessed- with her. My mother heard you sing, and she knows your talent stretches beyond even Christine's. If the Phantom was to hear you...well, of course he's dead now, but mostly just for peace of mind, I'm sure, my mother made the no-singing rule."