The lead

"Christine Daae where have you been?" Madame Giry asked sternly as Christine and Meg walked through the door. "Lessons began almost 20 minutes ago! Where you that I had to get Meg to fetch you?"

"I'm sorry Madame Giry. I just lost track of time. It won't happen again. I promise.'

"You have been saying that for almost a month. You know not anyone can be in this ballet corps. Just because you were raised here dose not give you special treatment! Am I understood?"

"Yes Madame."

"Good! Now class fifth position! We only have a week until opening night!"

If only she really knew why, Christine thought. She was really distracted with her singing lessons with her angel of music. She remembered perfectly that night…when he first came to her.

It was three years ago in May the exact date she couldn't remember. She just remembered getting that note on her bed reading…

Dear Christine,

Please come to roof tonight at midnight. It is urgent that we finally meet. All will be explained later.

Signed,

Your Angel of Music

P.S Do not tell anyone of this meeting!

She remembered how scared she was to meet this supposed angel. She didn't tell Meg as the note told and went to the roof at midnight. She was waiting for about 5 minutes. When she decided that someone was more than likely playing a joke on her she heard a voice as she started for the door.

"Wait! Christine I am here! It is I your Angel of Music!"

"Who are you?" Christine yelled out. "Who are you to play such a joke? Why do you mock me so?"

"I do not wish to mock you Christine I wish to teach you! I wish to be what your father intended me to be… your angel of music!"

"Then why did you wait so long to announce yourself? Why would you do that to me if you care as much as you claim?"

"I was scared. I didn't know how to approach you. I am so very sorry Christine. But please stay and listen to what I have to say…please."

"Very well. But show yourself!"
"I can not do that just yet my dear Christine.'

'Why not? If you so desperately want to be my angel then why do you hide from me?"

He could tell she was getting angry.

"Please Christine my appearance may offend or even scare you. Please just let me teach you. Let me bring out the beauty of music through your voice."

Christine remembered eventually giving in. His voice was so comforting, so like her father's. So that began her lessons with her angel of music. Each day he would tell he r that someday she would be the best singer in the world and that every opera house will want her to sing there. But now he was saying that day was soon.

"Alright class let us go to the stage. We have to rehearse with the others!"

The girls went out just as Carlotta was finishing her warm-ups. After about an hour of rehearsal the manager announced his retirement and introduced the new managers. Then as a "favor" La Carlotta was asked to go over the solo she had in the third act. Everyone flinched as her notes got higher and more off key. But then out of nowhere a backdrop fell almost right on top of Carlotta! Screams pealed through the air, panic erupted but Christine for some reason stayed calm.

After about ten minutes Carlotta stopped yelling at the managers for not having a safe opera house for her to work in. And apparently strange things like this had happened to her a lot lately. Then she yelled out that she was quitting the show and she would not be returning. The new managers became frantic. They would have to refund a full house. But before they could get too panicked Madame Giry said.

"Christine Daae could sing it!"

"Who?" said one of the managers.

"Christine Daae. She is a ballet girl in the corps."

"A ballet girl don't be silly please at a time like this!" said the other manager.

"I am not tying to be silly! She has been taking lessons from a great teacher! She will do far better than that screeching banshee!"

"Really who?"

Everyone looked at Christine who was looking at Madame Giry. How did she know? That's all was going through Christine's mind. When the manager re-asked the question she replied.

"I don't know his name.'

"Great!" said one of the managers. "Just what we need a crazy ballet girl!"

"Well I guess we can give you a try." Said the other manager.

Before the other manager could argue Mg pushed Christine in front of the stage. She was as nervous as ever. But strangely as soon as she started singing she became this goddess of song lifting everyone including the managers to a new level of being. There was no question in either the managers minds. Christine was awarded the lead.