Keeper Music Night- Yes, "After dinner"! I'm not sure, you just read.
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Chapter 21- Music on the Rooftop
Dominique and Isabelle sat in silence for a few minutes and then finally, Dominique broke the stillness. "If you wish, you may eat."
Isabelle looked down at her plate. It looked delicious and Isabelle was hungry, but she didn't want to be rude. "I'm sorry." She said. "I was only…"
"No need to wait for me." Dominique said, smiling. "I don't care much for food, but I would like if you continued anyway."
Isabelle smiled. "He is mysterious…" She thought. "But that is what makes him so exciting." Then a voice from the back of her head seemed to warn her, "Don't be so easy to trust, Isabelle."
Isabelle picked up her fork and knife. She slowly cut into the meat that lay on her plate, and speared it with her fork. She raised it to her mouth and slowly bit into it. It was the most amazing thing she had ever tasted.
Dominique watched her every move in the least conspicuous way possible. He smiled broadly at her. She wasn't watching, but she was slowly eating small bites. Her every move was intoxicating, and even if he was hungry he wouldn't have been able to eat, for he was hypnotized by her light movement of 'fork to mouth, fork to mouth.'
When Isabelle finished she placed her fork noiselessly onto the plate, and smiled up at Dominique, who rose to his feet. Isabelle began to mimic the motion when Dominique held up a hand. "Please," He said. "Stay here. I have something I wish to show you."
Dominique disappeared behind a large statue of an angel and returned with a stand. He vanished once more and returned with a dark stained violin. Isabelle smiled at the sight of the beautiful instrument.
Isabelle thought back on those beautiful mornings spent in her mother's music room, as her mother and herself had learned together to play the violin. Her father had walked past the door to the music room, shaking his head in grief. He had protested greatly to his daughter and wife taking violin lessons, but had never explained to Isabelle his reasoning behind the objection.
Dominique raised the violin to his chin, and opened a yellowed piece of music that lay on the stand. Slowly he stroked the bow over the strings and began to play the piece.
Isabelle stared at Dominique and for a moment he thought that she was merely confused. Then Isabelle jumped up out of her chair, tears brimming on her beautiful, blue eyes, sparkling in the dim light of the sunset.
"I'm sorry, I… have to…" She shook her head, "I just have to go." She said, and with a sweeping of her cloak she was gone, in the door and down the steps.
Dominique stared at his music for a moment. Then remembering that it was Erik, he knew what he must do. Knocking the stand over he rushed into the building. Slowly the music floated down to the ground, and rested there, peacefully. The sky flashed and a light snow began to fall upon the music, covering the title: "The resurrection of Lazarus."