A/N: Ok. This part 3 of The Songs. I have a dilemma: should I also do one of these from Christine's POV on Raoul, or not? Let me know.
-Purrs, Anglina.
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The Songs: Part Three: Christine
In sleep he sang to me…
I was so alone in the world. Mother was dead before I was born, father died when I was little, and no friends or family cared. I went to study ballet and soon grew to love it. every night I'd light a candle for my father and every night, I'd feel another presence. It was neither voice nor touch, and yet… it was both, somehow. In my dream, I saw you. In my dreams, I heard you… in my dreams, I feel you… It was comforting, like a warm caress. You guided me and told me to sing, to sing instead of dance.
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name…
I trained rigorously to be the best ballerina I could. I wanted my father to be proud. But even as I did my best, you were there, calling me... wanting me…needing me… You speak my name as if I'm an angel. Your music, was… ingenious. I could feel my father beside me, and you on my other side. My father called my name often, Christine… Christine… just as you did. You told me to sing, as did my father.
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear…
Who are you? A monster? A genius? A musician? You are all of them. The Phantom of the Opera. People tremble when they hear your name. And yet… I don't see why they should fear you. You are all of them: monster, genius, and musician. Fear… I think I should hate you… but… I can't. Something compels me not to leave…
I am the mask you wear…
You can't show your face. When the crowd heard your voice that night of Il Muto, people fainted. My voice, your guidance; my talent, your channel; my charm, your genius. People love me, they love my voice… your voice.
My spirit and my voice, in one combine…
When you call me, I respond. My voice responds to your summons. When I'm with you… I can only do what you tell me. I feel my voice swell and grow with your passionate influence. I am floating, floating in your spell.
Sing, my angel of music…
I'll sing for you! My voice, my life, and my love: they are yours and yours alone.