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It seemed as if the night was only ten minutes, because in the blink of an eye, the sun rose up as it did every morning. Erik hadn't slept at all, but it didn't matter to him. He was too excited, for today he would be able to see Christine's reaction to the splendid evening before. Quickly, he dashed over to Christine, suprising her when she turned from a long, shiny mirror. Within a few minutes, her face was covered with sloppy, wet licks and she chuckled with glee.
"Angel, where did you go last night? Oh, you missed the Angel of Music by only a few seconds literally! The angel has finally appeared, and I am to see him tonight in the dressing room at nine-thirty!" she exclaimed. As she looked at her face in the mirror, she indirectly glanced at the dog. What funny expressions this dog made, for it looked like he was smirking!
Christine slowly brushed her hair, when suddenly she burst up and ran around the room in a panick. "Oh no, I'm late for ballet rehearsal! Madame Giry is going to kill me!" she yelled, as she threw on her clothes and her pointe shoes. Then, she groaned in anger when she realized she put her pointe shoes on backwards, and she had to untie and tie them all over again.
"Sorry Angel, I have to go. See you later!" she said as she rushed out of the room. Angel hated to leave Christine, but he went down to his lair to prepare for tonight.
The day flew by, and Christine didn't see Angel at all during the rest of the day. She ate dinner quickly, and hurried to her dressing room at eight thirty for prepare for her lesson in an hour. After a few minutes, she got thristy, so she left the room to get some water.
Meanwhile, Erik grabbed the final music scores and violin he was going to use. Cautiously, he looked through Christine's mirror to make sure she wasn't inside the room. Then, he slid the glass slide over and placed the music on her desk. Everything was set.
9:29, 9:30! He started to use his ventroloquism. "Good evening my dear" he said. "Good evening, Angel" Christine replied as she bowed her head. Such a respectful girl, he thought a tad guilty for tricking her. They began the lesson. She sang with such amazing tone, and it seemed as if the hour was only a minute.