Author's Note: Ok, apparently I lied when I said I would be updating more often. The homework has been piling up and I have the highschool entrance exam in two weeks. Sorry about the wait. This one's reeeally short, but I am posting two of them tonight to make up for it.
Disclaimer, warnings, etc.: I believe I've covered that already.
Chapter 7:
Raoul stood looking at the newest piece of music the phantom had written. He pretended not to notice the glare sent his way and hoped his face would not betray his emotions. The latest addition to Don Juan was actually decent, thought the melody was filled with hate. Not to mention one of his favorite characters had been killed off. He wondered vaguely if the phantom was trying to tell him something. A new character had taken it's place- a girl this time. The girl became more and more prominent in the opera, the solos getting increasingly beautiful. It was obvious this character was meant for Christine. Oddly enough the play, originally a dark drama, was slowly becoming a love story. The love was focused on passion, mind you, but it was full of romance nonetheless. The newest song written was called "The Point of No Return." So far only a line of the lyrics was written, but the notes were laid out, and were so enchanting Raoul wanted to sing. He had to keep his mouth shut however- the phantom would not appreciate his untrained voice ruining the music. He wished he could hear a voice though... the phantom never spoke unless it was to threaten him or he was singing parts of Don Juan. Raoul was raised to be social- the duties of a viscount surrounding him with people. The silence was unnerving, and the obvious madness of the phantom was not helping matters. Raoul could see why he was deranged however; he was about to go insane himself. Trying to keep his mind off the unusual silence, he began exploring for what must have been the millionth time. There were a few covered items, and Raoul was itching to know why lay behind them. Becoming bolder, he waited until the phantom's attention was focused on a letter and quietly uncovered the first object. To his disappointment, all that he found was a mirror. And another. And another. Each displayed the same handsome face he had possessed all his life; the only flaw being a cut above his eye. He turned to the last curtain. A mirror. Why must the phantom have so many of the blasted things! It wasn't as if he ever used them. He quickly recovered them and turned to a curtained area not far away. Hoping it wasn't simply another mirror, he pulled back the curtain. This time he came face to face with Christine.
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