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'Only five more minutes! Please let us go early!"
Christine was in band practice, anxiously awaiting the announcement that they were done. She kept looking at the TV clock the whole practice and each time had discovered, much to her dismay that only a minute or two had gone by since the last time she looked.
Erik was there at the piano, playing beautifully again. She couldn't wait to talk to him! He was such a mysterious person with his half mask and she found him fascinating.
"Damn Raoul…I really would have liked to have talk to him earlier but you just had to show up in the band room…with Carlotta…
It made her blood boil just thinking about how they had just waltzed into the band room, holding hands and being there ugly selves.
Christine, confidence gone, had retreated to a dark corner of the band room and headed outside to a windy day. She had walked along the vocational sidewalk, her black coat flowing dramatically, and stopped to pick the flowers that grew there.
Even though they are weeds, she had thought, they're still beautiful…
Lost in thought, Christine's wish came true as Hilbert gave them leave to go. She gathered her music and stuffed it in her doodle covered folder. She weaved through the rather pushy band kids and made it to her cubbie, putting her French Horn in it's case. She paused and looked at her music wondering if she should bring her instrument home.
'Nah…I'm not going to bother…I know I won't practice…'
Christine grabbed her bag and books and searched for Erik. She smiled as she saw him still looking at his music. She walked across the emptying band room to the piano and stood behind him.
"Still practicing? I thought you hated to."
He looked up at her and smiled.
"I'm not and I do," he replied.
Christine laughed and looked at the title of the piece. It was Think of Me.
"Do you know how to play it?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah…I told you I was obsessed," he answered with a smirk.
The band room was empty. Erik looked at her and started to play.
Christine's heart raced. She started to sing the words she knew by heart…
Think of me,
Think of me fondly when
We've said goodbye.
Remember me,
Once in a while
Please promise me you'll try.
When you find,
That once again you long,
To take your heart back and be free,
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me…
Christine smiled as Erik looked at her surprised. She moved to the front of the piano and continued to sing…
We never said,
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea,
But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think of me.
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the things
Which might have been…
Think of me,
Think of me waking,
Silent and resigned.
Imagine me,
Trying to hard
To put you from my mind.
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things
We'll never do.
There will never be
A day when
I won't think of you!
At these words, Christine's eyes met Erik's. She smiled again and sang,
Flowers fade,
The fruits of summer fade,
They had their season
So do we,
But please promise me,
That sometimes,
You will think…
'Oh please don't let me mess this up!' she thought frantically to herself as she sang,
Of…me!
Christine laughed as she finished the song. Erik looked at her with a disbelieving look on his face.
Christine frowned.
"What! Was I THAT bad!" she said, pouting a little.
"No!" Erik said immediately, "You did great…"
Christine smiled contently and skipped around the band room. Erik gathered his music and shook his head.
"You are very energetic, aren't you?" he said, watching her progress.
"Yep!" she said as she jumped over to him.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment until Erik shyly looked away.
"Ummm…" he started, "My band is performing this Friday…I was wondering if you would like to come…"
"Of course!" she said, probably too excitedly to sound cool.
"Great…" Erik said as he met her eyes again and smiled.
They walked out of the band room together, through the Dome lobby and to the parking lot. Christine reached her car first.
"Well, I guess I'll see you during art," she said unlocking her car.
"Yeah…I hope Mrs. Ritchell is sick tomorrow. She's way too cheerful in the mornings…" Erik said with a disgusted look on his face.
"UGH! Tell me about it! It's so annoying when she cheerfully give you a referral for tardies. Stupid Juanita…" she muttered darkly.
Erik laughed.
"Yeah, well, see you later!"
"Bye!" Christine replied.
Do I really need to tell you that Christine was grinning ear to ear as she drove home? Probably not. You'd do the same thing if you were her. I know I would!
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