(A/N) Ok don't forget when Emily refers to Angel she is talking about the Phantom.
Next Day
"Ouch," cried Christine!
"Oh, sorry Christine, but you have to stay still," I said trying to put Christine's corset on for tonight's production of, "Il Muto". She would be playing the silent role, as the pageboy.
"It's ok," she said with a sigh. I could tell something was wrong with her. Christine hadn't been herself since last night. She hardly ate anything and didn't utter a word during their rehearsals.
"You saw him, didn't you? He showed you who he really was," I said gently. I had known about her own private lessons from Angel since she first started having them. All this time she had believed that the Angel of Music had actually come to her.
"How did you know that," she asked worried?
"I have always known that he wasn't an angel of music. He had been giving me singing lessons since I first came here. He had told me how you would pray to your father for an angel. He had also confessed how he pretended to be your angel. At first I thought he was foolish to make you believe that there was such a thing as angels, but he begged and begged for me to keep this a secret."
"I pulled of his mask," Christine said, tears streaming down her face. "He was so hurt, so angry."
"He has had that burden since the day he was born. His mother and father sold him to a traveling freak show. When the fair came to Paris, Madame Giry had rescued him and hid him from the world, from its cruelties," I said tears burning in my eyes. I tied the last string on her corset, "Done. I shall leave you alone now."
She smiled weakly. As I was leaving, she quickly said," Emily." I turned around to look at her tear shrieked face, "Do you fear him?"
"There is only one man that I fear, and that is not the Phantom," I said. She looked at me confused. I curtsey and left her alone.
Performance
Before the performance, I sneaked onto a catwalk running along the top of the proscenium arch. Angel had showed me a door that leads you to the arch so I could watch the performances without getting in trouble. The performance soon began and I watch as Carlotta sang like a toad:
Countess (Carlotta):
Serafimo – away with this pretence!
She rips off Serafimo's skirt to reveal his manly breeches.
You can not speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Hahahaha!
Time I tried to get a better, better half!
As they continued their singing, Angel appeared. I smiled at him, which he returned. Then Angel did something no one expected, he roared:
"Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?"
He winked at me. I wanted to laugh at the look on Raoul's face, but I knew that would blow both of our covers.
Christine must have said something for Carlotta screamed at her, "Your part is silent, little toad!"
Angel whispers more to himself, "A toad, Madam? Perhaps it is you who is the toad." I giggled quietly at his statement.
"Monsieur, it is a pleasure to see you again, as always, but I must go," I said with a curtsey and then I left.
I could hear in the distance some one croaking like a toad. I knew that my angel had something to do with it. I rolled my eyes. As I was turning down an empty hallway, I bumped into Will. "I am so sorry Monsieur, I didn't mean to," I said trying to dust myself off.
"Don't worry about it and please call me Will," he said.
"Are you alright," I asked?
"No broken bones, no scratches. I think I will live," he said joking.
"Well, Monsieur since you alright I shall go," I said with a curtsey.
"Will," a man called out!
"Ah Uncle," Will said.
"There you are. Where have you been? You have been missing the performance," said Monsieur Firmin walking towards us.
"Well, I've been walking around," Will said.
"You should come back, people will be, wanting to meet you afterwards," Monsieur Firmin said. "Who's this?" he pointed to me.
"This is…" Will started to blush for he had never known my name.
"Emily House, Sir. I am a maid here in Opera Populaire. I must apologize for it is my fault that your nephew wasn't back yet. You see I wasn't looking where I was going and I bumped right into him. I am terribly sorry," I said curtseying.
"Alright, just make sure Mademoiselle House, that this doesn't happen again," Monsieur Firmin said.
"Yes, Monsieur," I said bowing my head. Will was about to say something, but he never got to say anything for a scream was heard all the way from the stage.
The three of us ran to the stage, there to find Joseph Buquet hanging dead from the Punjab Lasso. I began to look for my angel, knowing he was near by. The crowd was hysterical people were screaming, the ballerina's were weeping from being frighten. The ballerina's and chorus girls were in such frenzy they pushed me back. I turned my head to see Raoul and Christine heading towards the roof, I quickly turn down a dark hallway to find a door hidden in the shadows. I checked to make sure no one was there watching before I picked the lock and went inside. Angel had showed me this passageway once before. Once I reached the roof, I could here Christine and Raoul singing:
Both:
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.
Christine:
Say you love me
Raoul:
You know I do
Both:
Love me, that's all I ask of you.
(They kissed. Raoul lift Christine off her feet, and twirled her around. They both smiled, before he let her down)
Both:
Anywhere you go, let me go too.
Love me, that's all I ask of you.
I shook my head. Angel would not be happy about this. Have they both lost their minds? It was too risky. Once they left the roof I was about to walk out of where I was hiding, when I spotted Angel walking towards the rose that laid on the snow. He began to sing:
I gave you my music
Made your song take wing
And now, how you've repaid me
Denied me and betrayed me.
He was bound to love you.
When he heard you sing!
spoken
Christine…
(Angel began to cry)
Tears began to stream down my fade. Curse these damn tears. I hated to cry. Crying gets you no where.
I could here Raoul and Christine singing in the distance:
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.
(He began to climb onto a statue of a gargoyle)
Angel:
You were cursed the day you did not do,
All that the phantom asked of you!
My poor broken angel, he has been through so much pain, so much torture, just like me. I was still in the shadows when I began to sing:
Wandering angel,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
He began to look around trying to discover my hiding place.
Angel:
Angel or Emily?
Friend or Enemy?
Who is it there staring?
I smiled. He was so confused for he couldn't find me. If the Phantom of the Opera couldn't figure out my hiding spot, then no one could.
Me:
Have you forgotten your Angel?
He burst out laughing. Now I was the Angel of Music. He began to sing in more of a mocking tone:
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!
Me:
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my gaze…
Angel:
Wildly my mind beats against you…
Me:
Don't try to resist…
Me/Angel:
Yet your/ the heart obeys
Me/Angel:
Angel of Music,
Don't/I won't deny me/ you!
We mustn't turn from true beauty!
Angel of Music
Do not shun me/ my protector!
Come to your/ me Angel…
I thought it would bring his spirits up if I mimic him. I began to sing in the same tone of voice he had always sung in:
I am your Angel of Music…
Come to me; Angel of Music…
He laughed. I came out of the shadows laughing along with him.
"How long have you been here," he asked?
I kissed his unmasked side of his cheek. I could taste the tears that were shed. I then said, "Long enough my angel. Long enough, to see everything." There was a long silence between us. "I must go. I need to help Alla with the cleaning." He could only nod his head.