Forgotten Music

By MidnightzStorm

Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Phantom of the Opera. I have no idea who does…

Author's Note: What I am really going by is the actually novel and the play/movie by Andrew Lloyd Weber. I know it is short; it came to me after drinking too much coffee.

"And do I dream again? For now I find.
The Phantom of the Opera is there- Inside my mind."

There was not a day that she didn't think of him. She tried to purge him out of her life. She took herself out of the opera, away from anything musical. In the next years she put all her energy into being a dutiful wife and mother.

She burned all the reviews from the paper that husband had kept for her. In the fire the paper was met with her old ballet shoes. And as she watched the fire consume the fragments of her past she swore that she would forget that life. She believed that he wouldn't want her if she wasn't the devoted servant to music.

Her husband at first tried to coax her into just singing to their children. When the infants cried out with a need of comfort, there was not a single note that would leave her lips. She would just hold her sobbing child and speak softly quoting words from one of her favorite poems. No lullabies of angel of music would be heard from her children's nursery. When their was a ball where she had to attend, since it was expected of her, she would do her best to stay away from the dance floor, no matter how tempting it was. Her husband knew better to ask her hand for a dance after a few years of countless no's.

At the age twenty she felt ancient. So much of her life was taken away from fighting away false angels and old ghosts. But as she stepped outside in the courtyard of her home, her ears picked up a song that she hadn't heard in years. It was being played by a violin, being played with the same amount of passion as her father would play. She opened the gate and raced through the streets of Paris following the sound of the music.

She didn't know what willed her to find the source of the music, especially when it was that song. However the music disappeared as quickly as it started. The feeling of emptiness swept over her. However then she was angry with herself, she had a devoted husband, loving children, and an extremely high social status, how dare she feel such a depressing emotion. How dare she be chasing ghost, when she was happy and satisfied with her perfect life. She stared up into the starred sky, breathing in the cold air as she saw the flash of a dark cloak on the roof top. And then she realized that she never wished more to be part of the music of the night.