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Chapter 4

"Etolee! Etolle! Etolee please wait! Etoleee why do you run so fast? I can't see you! How well do you know this theater?" Gabrielle called after her friend. Even though she called to her, Etolee didn't stop. She just kept climbing up the stairs of the Opera house. Gabrielle heard a door slam a few floors above.

"Ah, to the roof. That works." Gabrielle told herself. She sighed and caught her breath, and claimed a few more flight of steps. When she opened the door, her friend was leaning against a huge gargoyle statue, just looking off into the setting sun.

"I don't want to talk." Was all Etolee said. Her long black hair was blowing in the breeze, her look long and distant. Her friend nodded and sat down on the ground of the rooftop. There was a long silence between the two girls.

"You're father's right. It is beautiful up here. I can see the whole city." Her voice was an eerie monotone. "I wish I knew my father." Gabrielle sighed and stood up. Her toe Pointe shoes were still on and her tutu waved in the wind and her blond hair tousled and turned as she walked to her friend.

"There must be a reason why you're mother won't tell you anything." Etolee pushed herself away from the statue and walked around the roof.

"I know, I know! Do you think I was to horrible?"

"You really looked…I don't know, evil I guess. I have never seen you like that. It was scary Etolee."

"I know. It only happens every so often, and I have no clue where it comes from! And then, the fact that I'm only shy at social events, I mean… I don't get it! It's like I have two personalities! And mama says I get it from my father… I don't even know who he is! I know mama means well, it's just…. I wish I could just see his face. Mama says I have his eyes."

"You have very unique eyes. If you have your father's eyes, it shouldn't be too hard to find him. They're almost black, yet brown, with a bit of almost gold in them. They shine when you are stage Etolee. You have no reason to be shy you are amazing! I don't know why you hide. Remember, your father isn't the one who raised you, it was your mother. You have to give her credit for what she's done."

"I know, I just wish I had that other half. There is so much that's different from me and mama, I want to see the person who made me different; that's all. Do you think he'd mind my scare?"

"it's honestly not that bad Etolee. If your father is diecent at all, it would be invisible to him. You can't even tell you have it! Even with no make-up it's not that noticeable." You caould be like the Phantom of the Opera…"

"Who is this person anyway?"

"He used to haunt this place. He lived behind a mirror, or at least that's what mama said to me. He was a musical genius, but was deformed and therefore was forced to live a life of solitude. There was a rumor he kidnapped one of the prima donna's because he loved her voice so much, but she didn't love him back. They say he died of a broken heart. Nonsense if you ask me, no, he's still alive." Etolee nodded.

"Mam said he was called by few the Angel of music." Gabrielle said lowering her voice.

"An angel of music?" Etolee asked.

"Yes. He knew all things."

"He was a genius?"

"Yes…"

"I will search till I find him. Mama said my father once worked and lived here, maybe the Phantom knows who my father is. I will find him."