After rehearsals Meg slipped away to the roof where she would sit in her solitude. Choosing her favorite shadowy spot Meg sat down to go over the events that had occurred that day. Her waking up to find out that Christine had gone to breakfast with out even thinking of waking her up to come along with her. Then once Meg had gotten to breakfast it was cold. After breakfast the girls had an hour to do what ever they want and when Meg went to go looking for Christine she had found out that Christine went shopping with Annie and Clara so that left Meg to practice the entire hour. When it was time for rehearsals she realized that Christine wasn't there and had to go looking for her that's where she had met the Angel of Music for the first time. Meg had enjoyed meeting this strange angel. He somehow understood her even though they had never met before. And then there was rehearsals Christine got not only a major role, but the lead. Meg sighed with frustration. When would her mother ever see her loneliness? When would her mother see the tears she has fought back for too many years? As she asked herself these questions a certain Angel came to give her guidance:

Wandering little ballerina,

So lost, so lonely

Yearning for someone's guidance

Meg broke out of her trance. The Angel of Music has come back to her twice. She timidly sang:

Angel of Music

Friend or abandoner

Who is it there staring?

Angel of Music:

Have you forgotten your angel?

Meg:

Angel oh speak what endless longing

Echo in this darkness

Angel of Music:

Too long have you wandered in the shadows.

Far from a human's gaze

Meg:

Wildly my heart needs attention

Angel of Music:

Don't resist

Angel of Music/Meg:

Yet your/my soul bleeds

Angel of Music you/I need you/me!

Show you/me true beauty

Angel of Music I'll won't/do not shun you/me

Come to your/me strange angel!

Angel of Music:

I am your Angel of Music

Come to me; Angel of Music

"Angel of Music please show me the light, teach me to live." Meg begged.

"Hush little one for you and I will show each other the light. You and I will teach each other to live and cry no more." The Angel of Music said.

"Why do you come to me, Angel, when you can go to your student Christine Daae?" Meg asked.

"Christine does not live a life of darkness, Christine does not live in the shadows of other people, and Christine only knows light and nothing beyond that." Meg listened to all that he was saying. He was right Christine knew nothing, but life full of people. When Christine feared darkness, Meg did not.

"Why did I not see it before?" she asked under her breath. How Christine and Meg became great friends it was a mysterious. Christine was always innocent and scared of everything, while Meg was full of adventure and loved to do things no one dared to do.

Erik had followed the little blonde angel to the roof where he had watched her go to a spot that was in the shadows. He watched her think and then sigh with frustration. Erik decided to sing to the little blonde angel to comfort her. After he had finished singing she began to sing very timidly then more boldly. He had never expected to hear such a voice from Little Meg Giry. She was not nearly as good as Christine, but with some lessons, she could rise from the ashes of her broken heart and reach out to the stars. Erik then asked, "Where did you learn to sing like that?"

"Surprise Monsieur? You did not expect to hear a little ballerina like myself, huh?" Meg asked bitterly. "When I was little before Christine came to Opera Populaire I was given singing lessons by an old musician who had retired a long time ago. He would teach me every Wednesday and had always told me that one day I would be on center stage either singing or dancing. I guess that won't happen." She said even more bitterly.

"But why did you stop," Erik asked?

"I didn't want to stop, but once Christine came to Opera Populaire things changed. She said Christine was the singer and I was the dancer. She stopped my lessons, but I would secretly sneak out to his home where he would practice with me for hours. After 3 months of sneaking out, the old musician died that's when I started to concentrate on ballerina again, giving up my dreams of becoming a Prima Donna." Erik gulped. He had always knew how her mother had adored Christine ever since she came to Opera Populaire, but to end her singing lessons just because Christine was a little bit better. He had never known of this sad little ballerina's tale.

"Go my child. Go rest for tonight's opera. Meet me here at this same spot at midnight and tell no one." He told her.

"Yes, my angel of music." Erik could see the sparkle in her eye. She had finally found someone to talk to and it was the same for him. He only hoped that meeting with Meg would not interfere with his beloved, Christine.