A/N Dang this took me so LONG to update sorry, but this chapter's not as sucky as the last. Well I figured out who it was finally. And I am so sorry about my grammar, I write so fast and well I don't check, I promise from now on I will double check my work. Scouts honor! On with the SHOW!

Disclaimer, don't own poto yadda yadda yadda, you get the picture.

Chapter 4

The Art Show

" Whose there" I shouted scared out of my mind. Why would someone want to lock me in here? What did they want? Then I heard a voice. So sweet, and so tender, like an angel. I had to get closer. Was this the angel my father had promised me? "Angel?" Iasked desperate for an answer. There was a long pause. My soul was aching for the answer. Had he left me? I had I scared my angel away? He was the only connection to my father. Was he gone? When out of the darkness the answer came.

"Yes my child." The heavenly voice sang out.

"Angel". I breathed. "Is it really you, has my father sent you?"

"Dear child, of course he has sent me. I have come to train you, so that you will sing like the angels." The voice whispered. He started singing a song, a song I had heard many times before.

I'm sitting under falling stars.
Do you miss me where you are?
I'm making plans to be with you.
But have they come unglued?
What am I do to without you?

The tears pent up since the funeral slid slowly down my cheeks. This was the song my father would sing to me when I couldn't get to sleep. It was the song my father wrote for my mother. This was the angel sent from my father. I knew it now. The angel wouldn't have known I was crying but I let a sob escape from my lips. Instantly the angel stopped singing. "Christine, have I hurt you." The Angel called out concern laced throughout his voice.

"No Angel, I'm fine, please keep singing " He finished the rest of the song for me then asked "Are you ready to sing for me Christine?"

I sang the song over again, confidence building with every word. He would stop me to give me some critique. "Breath deeper" "Open your mouth wider" and start me over. Soon the music just poured from my mouth. When I finished I could feel the Angels eyes on me, soon he clapped his hands approvingly. With admiration in his voice he said, " Very good Christine," then his tone switched, "But you still need to practice. It still sounds as if you voice is untrained. We must practice everyday."

"But."

"Christine, you will use this class everyday to practice, I will be here everyday, and you will come to me."

"Yes, I will come to you" I said, not caring about anything else. I was getting lessons from an angel.

"You must not tell anyone about these lessons. Or will never come back to you. I will leave, and you will be all alone again."

"Yes, I won't tell anyone."

"Good" he said just as the bell rang "Go" was all I heard as the lights turned on, and the door magically unlocked I would come back and not tell anyone, not even Meg. This was my secret. This was my Angel. Soon I walked right into Meg.

"Hey I was just looking for you!" she said "How did French go?"

"It was amazing, he's a really good teacher."

We talked all the way to the subway when a poster caught my eye. As I read it a thought came into my head.

"Meg, do you want to go to this with me?" I said pointing to the sign.

"Why do you want to go to an art show?"

"My dad was really interested in anything art, we went to a lot art galleries when we were on the road with the orchestra. Now I love art. Trying to figure out what the artist means, looking at something completely abstract can sometimes bring you enlightenment in life."

"Sure I could go, if you want to."

"Great! Now I won't get lost on the way there"

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The show was amazing. The artists featured wereteenagers, and somecollege students. Every artist's work was completely different, but I had my favorite. His work was so emotional, so touching. The first painting I saw was a young boy huddled in a corner, his face was so sad, it looked as if he had been abandoned, like me. I immediately connected with the painter. Eight of his paintings were shown. Each was done differently, on one the man had a mask on, on others the left side of the face was shaded, on a few the faces would be split in half. One side would be perfect, flawless, the other twisted, distorted in a cruel laugh. It looked like an angel on one side, and the devil on the other. He signed all of his paintings E.S. Phantom.

I looked all over for him. I had to find this man who touched my soul with his work. I had finally given up to find Meg when I slammed right into someone. "Not again" I moaned as I started to fall, when suddenly someone was holding me. I looked into the face of the person who now held me. The first thing I noticed was a white, porcelain, mask that covered only half of his face. His jet-black hair was slicked back, and his eyes were bright green. The half of his face I saw was perfect he was perfect. Soon we were standing up, I felt one hand on my waist the other on my face, while he was looking into my eyes. I saw everyone had gathered around us, "Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I said. I noticed neither one of us had let go. We just stood there, staring at one another, until I broke the silence. "Thank you, for catching me, My name is……" I couldn't believe it. I forgot my name! Then it came to me "Christine" I said quickly.

"Your welcome, Christine" he smiled as he said my name, his voice was so beautiful; it was deep, musical, and very sexy.

"Can I ask the name of the man who saved me?"

" Yes.My name is Erik Savard." Erik Sarvard, E.S? Was he the artist of those paintings I had loved?

" You mean the painter?" I asked.

"Yes, did you enjoy my work?"

"You were my favorite painter, your work truly touched me." He started to laugh lightly, and it sounded familiar, "Thank you my dear" he said. At this he let go of me. I could still feel where he had touched my waist and my face; it felt like they were burning. Soon Meg called me.

"Christine come on we're going to be late!"

"Late for what" I said still looking at Erik.

"The game, the one we promised Kyle and Raoul we would go to."

"Oh" I said waking up from felt like a trance "The game, we'd better hurry"

I said goodbye to Erik and turned to walk out, I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. Meg started laughing as we got outside.

"Wow, you bump into two cute guys in one day. You're the luckiest girl I know"

"Don't you mean the clumsiest?" I said laughingly

"Well that too" she agreed

I realized as we walked to the stadium, that I hadn't been this happy since the funeral. Maybe coming to New York wasn't a bad idea. It felt like the clouds were lifting, and soon there would be sunshine. Little did I know a storm was coming on the horizon, one that would change everything.

A/N that was a fun chapter. Erik was in it :P how exciting! And they had a moment. Which was awesome if I do say so myself! BTW that song was part of Goodbye Goodnight by Mae. I love them!