Angel of music, mysterious guardian. why do you hid from me? angel of music, hide no longer. come to me, strange angel.
I heard a soft chuckle, Janice, you brave little Angel, You know not what you have asked. Don't think it's just a game. I am here with you.
I am you angel.
I turned in shock when the voice was by my ear, but he wasn't there.
Come to me angel of music.
I looked again where the voice was coming from, again he wasn't there. "Where are you?"
"Here" the voice behind me was accompanied by his hands resting on my hips. I spun around quickly, too quickly. I tripped on my own feet and fell to the floor. My vision was blurry, but I felt him lift me up, and carry me into his passages. I was shocked that, even through the haze surrounding me, I saw a lake. There was actually a lake down there. I fell unconscious as he laid me down.
I awoke sometime later. I was on a velvet couch, I sat up slowly, you've got to be kidding me! I looked around at an exact replica of the phantoms lair. I looked for him, He even composes music?
Yes, no doubt about it, he was sitting at a grand piano composing
something. Not sure what to do, I sung the first thing I could think of.
I remember there was mist..His head did not rise from his work.
Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake There were candles
all around, and on the lake there was a boat And in the boat there was
a man
He turned around and gave the same nod as before. He turned back to his work.
Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?
He didn't answer, I sat next to him on a pile of dark red pillows. He set his pencil down, and proceeded to play. The music was sorrowful and slow, I felt I had to ask something.
"Angel?" He turned his head to me with out stopping,
"Do you have a name?" He nodded, but continued to play without answering. At the end of the song he turned back to me.
"It's Erik"
"Erik?" He had to be joking, it was all too perfect.
"My mother's sadistic joke," he looked away, "after she saw my face."
"So why? Why are you here?" He looked back at me, tears threatening his eyes, "Never mind, you don't have to tell me." I looked around, "How long have I been here"
"Not more that three hours." I nodded, "Do you want to go back?"
The pleading in his voice was poorly masked, "only if you want me to" how could I abandon him, he was so starved of human companionship.
He shook his head, "No, stay," it came out as a whisper, but it was a
whisper that held more emotion than any yell could. I stood up and ran
my hand across the keyboard. He stood up, placed his hands on my
shoulders and gently sat me on the bench. "you can play?" I nodded,
"play something for me?" I nodded again before starting, it took a few
seconds for him to figure out what I was playing, but he came in right
on beat….
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and peaks
imagination Silently the senses, abandon their defenses Slowly, gently,
night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts
away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night
close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your
thoughts of the life you knew before, close your eyes let you spirit
start to soar...and you'll live as you've never lived before
I stopped playing, he didn't notice, his voice… it captured you, entranced you.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness that you know, you cannot fight.. The darkness of the music of the night
the intensity of his eyes.
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world Leave all thoughts
of the life you knew before.. Let your soul take you where you long to
be Only then... can you belong to me
The powerfulness of his voice.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor
each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the
power of the music that I write.. The power of the music of the night
The electricity of his touch traveling from the side of my neck to my shoulder.
You alone can make my song take flight.. Help me make the music of the night
Our eyes were locked, I couldn't move them if I wanted to. He knelt in front of me, placing is hands on both my shoulders, and rubbed them gently. "Are you cold?" I shook my head, not comprehending why he would ask that, "You're shaking. I didn't mean to scare you"
"You didn't, I just," I looked away for the first time. On impulse, I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest. He neither returned the hug, nor pushed me away. I looked up at him. His eyes were staring straight ahead. Tears streamed down his face. His breath had become labored. "What's wrong?" I asked pulling away.
He kept from making eye contact, "I've.. Ah… I've never been held before." suddenly uncomfortable, he stood up, pulling me up with him. "I should take you back now."
I shrugged, he picked up a cloak and draped it around me before leading
me to his boat. Our trip back was in silence. He returned me to my
room, where I fell fast asleep.
I woke up in my room on time, surprisingly. Looking around I wondered
if the events of last night were merely a dream, or if I had actually
been with the phantom of the opera.