Chapter 10
"Come on Kat, let's ditch him." Sasha whispered to her sister, referring to Phil, Sorelli's son, who was showing them around the opera house while his mother was filling in for Meg, by trying to teach the young ballerina's the proper form.
"But he's sweet, and handsome." Kat said, as she starred at him. He had rather long blonde hair, that he wore pulled back in a ponytail. His hair, along with feminine facial structure and bright blue eyes gave him the appearance of a little girl, instead of a fifteen year old boy.
"Handsome? Why Kat you truly have lost your mind." Kat rolled her eyes, then hurried her steps, to catch up with Phil.
"Hey Phil, can we maybe see something a little more exciting? Not that there is anything wrong with how the costumes are made, it's just, maybe we could check out the lake? I heard it's haunted." Phil Turned around to face Sasha, his face seemed to have lost all of it's colour.
"We can't go down there.." he squeaked out.
"And why not?"
"we just can't." He turned away trying to hide his fear from the girls.
"Are you scared?" Kat asked thoughtfully. He sighed, then locked his aqua blue eyes with hers.
"Yes, and I've got good reason too." He looked around, making sure no one else was listening, "My father drowned in the damn lake."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kat threw her arm around his shoulder, it took all the strength Sasha had to keep back the giggles from seeing her sister blush because she was touching a boy she fancied. "It must have been terrible."
"He died before I was born, but I still miss having one." He dropped his gaze to the wooden floor.
"I couldn't imagine what life would have been like without my father." Kat said.
"I could." Sasha commented under her breath. "How about the stage, and the box seats?" She tried to change the subject.
"Um, alright." He gladly excepted the change of subject, and took them to one of the box seats. They sat down, and watched the performers practice for the upcoming opera.
"They say this box belongs to the ghost." Phil started. "He watches the performance from this box, the famous box five."
"You can't honestly believe in the ghost." Kat asked, as she leaned over the side to get a getter look at the performers.
"Why not? Of course there is a ghost!" Sasha contradicted. Kat snapped around and looked intensely at her sister.
"You, miss intellect, believe in a ghost? Since when have you believed in fables?"
"This ones different. I can't see how you don't believe. With mothers stories..."
"Yes, stories, thats all they are, they aren't real!"She grabbed a hold of Sasha's arm, and forced her attention. "they aren't real."
"Sure, of course your right." She dropped her gaze to the carpeted floor. "Mother always had a wonderful imagination." Kat wrapped her arms around Sasha Playfully.
"See, I new you would come into the light!"
"Sorry, Big Sister, I prefer the darkness." She shook her sister off,
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot find.
The darkness of the music of the night.
Sasha's voice rang through the seats, but was drowned out my the performance when it reached the stage. Kat shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
"And what would father say if he heard you singing?" Kat questioned.
"Your voice is wonderful!" Phil commented cheerfully. Sasha stuck her tongue out at Kat in a triumphant way.
"Thank you, my mother taught me, she used to sing in the opera."
"It sounds like you were taught by angels!" Kat glared at her sister enviously, then joined in for her share of the limelight.
"Well I could brake out into song too." She took a step back, then let her voice ring through the hall, louder than her sister's prior attempt.
No more talk of darkness,
forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and guide you.
Her skill matched her sisters, but she seemed to have a weaker grasp on the meaning of the words.
"Your both so talented!" Phil exclaimed.
"And now how are you going to explain singing to father?" Sasha asked sarcastically.
"What does your father have against singing?" He asked, as a confused look spread across his face.
"Honestly, I have no idea, but as long as I can remember he hasn't allowed any forms of music in the house, but mother would sing to us when he was gone." Kat explained, while Sasha nodded her head in agreement.
"A life without music? That's terrible!" Phil exclaimed.
"No kidding."Sasha commented.
