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Chapter 27- Christine and Matthieu
Christine made sure her daughter was perfectly comfortable, and then she decided to do a little bit of investigating. She left the dressing room, quickly, for it brought back memories that she would rather have forgotten, and she headed for the main hall.
The stairs took less time than she remembered them taking those many years ago, and the carpeting was far more faded that it had been the last time she had been in the grand opera house. She was soon standing in the entrance hall, taking in the beauteous sight, she heaved a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath through her nostrils, taking in the smell of the room.
A small twinkling above her head threw her into a memory of darker, yet easier times. The melody was familiar, and she couldn't help humming along. "Hmmm… hum, hmmm… Paper faces on parade… Masquerade…" She stopped.
A voice behind her came in with the finish, "Hide your face, so the world will never find you…" Christine recognized the voice immediately.
She turned swiftly, throwing her eyes open, and exclaiming, "Erik!" Her gaze met not the white porcilin mask, but a young man of his late teens to early twenties, standing fifteen feet behind her.
"No, I'm sorry." The young man said, folding his arms over his chest, and smiling.
"Oh…" Christine's face reddened. "I'm sorry, young sir. I thought that you were someone… else…"
The boy smiled, and let out a small chuckle. "I see that." He took a step toward her. "Is there something… or someone that I can help you find?" He said, pulling his hands behind his back and clasping them together.
"Um…No, thank you very much. How did you… never mind… but I don't think that you can help me… Messeir?" She said, indicating that she wished to know the boy's name.
"Christian Matthieu."
"Messier Matthieu, then." She smiled, a fake and obvious smile. "I don't think you can help me." With that she turned to leave.
"The Opera Ghost is in the theater." Said the boy from behind her.
Christine turned slowly. The boy stood not far behind her, smiling. "What was that, sir?" He bowed low, and then turned to leave. "No, wait!" But the boy was already gone.
Christine stood for a moment in the hall, alone once more. Then, with a determined and almost scared expression on her beautifully aged face, she headed to the large auditorium.
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