Chapter 19: Dark Waltz
A/n I don't own POTO. Now, to the point. The song in here is based on "Dark Waltz" sung by Hayley Westenra. In case you have yet to hear the song, I suggest you find it online. It's a great song that reminds me of Phantom for one reason or another.
Erik had finally finished composing it. He titled his new work "Dark Waltz". He had written it using his organ, though it was meant for the violin. Christine once again approached him, but this time he turned round, not bothering to tease her.
She looked over his shoulder and read the notes, the beautiful music playing in her mind. "Would you play it for me?"
"I would love to, but it is written for the violin, dear, and I do not own such an instrument."
Christine's smile faded. She was disappointed that she may never hear this music, but also that Erik, the composer, never would either. Then she remembered something. That glorious smile Erik loved so much played once again upon her lips.
"Would you please take me to my mirror, Erik?"
"Surely, but for what?" He looked at her, puzzled at why she would suddenly want to leave. She gave him a playful smile.
"Oh, you'll see." He once again beckoned her towards the gondola. After a few minutes of rowing and walking, they finally arrived at the entrance to Christine's former dressing room. "Wait here." She stepped out of passage way and returned to her familiar dressing room. If she closed her eyes she could still remember her first meeting with Erik.
After about 5 minutes, Christine returned carrying a black case. "What's in the case, dear?" She teased him with another playful smile.
"Be patient." Was all she said. When they returned, Christine laid the case on a table and opened it to reveal a violin. Its finish was worn from years of usage, but seemed to be kept in rather good shape. "It was my fathers", she said, stroking the strings with her delicate fingers. "I suppose it will take some time to tune, but I want you to have it."
Erik frowned. "Christine, I cannot just simply take your last memory of your father away and drown it in my own."
"Erik, I will never play it. I never wanted to. But you…you enjoy the violin and I know it would give you great pleasure to be able to play it. Besides, I like the idea of having a memory of both you and my father…together, in a way." She looked up with pleading eyes. Christine was smart, but also stubborn, and she knew Erik wouldn't be able to resist her when she looked upon him with such a meaningful look. Often when she had been younger, she had used that face to continue her lessons for just 10 more minutes, and he had never refused.
He sighed. "Are you sure this is what you want Christine?" he asked, and though he wanted to refuse, there was a tinge of hope in his voice that she might actually still like him to play it for her.
"Positive."
"Fine then. I'll spend the rest of the day fixing it up, so why don't you go and spend some time with Megan?"
She beamed at him. "Oh thank you, Erik! I'll be back later then?" But Erik was already too busy studying the violin to notice her words. She placed a kiss on his cheek and hurried off to the ballet dormitories.