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Chapter 9

Over the next several hours, Orianna was being tossed around everywhere. She had to learn lines, remember her blocking (where to stand on stage) and every few seconds, seamstresses would poke her with needles, throwing fabric over her body. By the time the show was to begin, she was exhausted. To her delight, they made her dressing room, the room where she had her late night visits with the angel of music.

She sat at her vanity, rubbing her temples, when she got the distinct feeling that she was not alone. She stood up and looked around but saw no one. She shook her head and changed into the first costume that the seamstresses had made for her. Then, she sat down at the vanity and tried to fix her hair. She just ended up getting frustrated with it and pulling it back into a low ponytail. She put on her ballet shoes and hurried to the stage.

"I'm not wearing the dress!" She said to the seamstress. She felt like a bitch but the dress was just too much. It was this puffy white mess and she hated it.

"Please, Madame, you must wear it."

"I'll look stupid out there."

"You will look like an angel." Finally, she gave up the fight a put on the stupid dress. She wanted to kill herself. She made her way out to the stage and began Think of Me. It was rapidly becoming her favorite song. She loved the way the notes glided along and the words just flowed from her mouth. She also loved this song because it meant the end of the show. The curtain closed and Orianna closed her eyes, waiting for the applause. It was so loud, her ears hurt. The ballet girls surrounded her, giving her flowers and congratulating her. She smiled and they moved to the sides of the stage. The curtain opened and she bowed as they gave her a standing ovation.

The curtain closed and she went looking for Meg and Anaya when Madame Giry stopped her.

"The performance was beautiful….he will be pleased." Orianna raised a brow. My god, did everyone know about her angel? "Then, she turned to the ballet girls and scolded them. Madame Giry made them all line up and practice. Orianna silently made her way back to her dressing room. She wanted out of her dumb ass costume and into something comfy. As she made her way, Meg stopped her.

"Christine, can we talk?" Orianna nodded and they stood outside her room.

"What's up?"

"Well, where in the world have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect!

But, I only wish I knew your secret,

Who is your great tutor?"

Orianna looked at Meg and bit her lip. She didn't want to tell her all the details…and what was with the singing? Oh well, when in Rome. But, what was she going to say back. She barely even knew who her angel was either. Suddenly, the words from Christine's diary popped into her head.

"Father once spoke of an angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing I can sense him

And I know he's here…" She opened the door to her room and Meg walked in, followed by Orianna, who shut the door quickly.

"Here in this room, he calls me softly

Somewhere inside, hiding…

Somehow I know he's always with me

He the unseen genius."

Meg raised a brow at her and Orianna sat down at her vanity.

"Christine, you must have been dreaming

Stories like this can't come true

Christine, you're talking in riddles and it's not like you!"

"Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!"

Meg joined in.

"Angel of music hide no longer, secret and strange angel…"

Orianna suddenly got the feeling she was being watched again. She turned to Meg and grabbed her arm.

"He's with me even now." Meg kneeled down in front of her and took her hands.

"Christine, your hands are cold."

"He's always there, with me, around me."

"You face…it's so white." Orianna closed her eyes and squeezed Meg's hands. "Christine, I don't like the sound of this angel. Are you alright? You look scared."

"I'm not…just anxious. I just…"

"Meg Giry!" Both of them turned and saw Madame Giry standing in the doorway. Meg stood up quickly and took a step back. "Meg Giry, you are a ballerina, are you not?"

"Yes, Madame, I am."

"Then, why are you not rehearsing with the rest of us?" She nodded and quickly glanced at Orianna, then quickly left the room. "I found this after the performance." She handed Orianna a single red rose.

"Who is it from?"

"I do not know. And I was instructed to give you this." She gave her a note and quickly left.

"Thanks…" She put the note on the vanity then twirled the rose in her hands. She held it up to her nose and smelled it. "It's fresh…and cliché!" She smiled and put the rose down opening up the note. "A red scarf…the attic…Little lotte…" Now, Orianna was thoroughly confused. She sat down on the chair and tried to figure out the note.

"Christine Daae, where is your scarf?" She looked into the mirror of the vanity and saw a man. She turned around and looked at him confused.

"Excuse me?" This guy had some nerve to waltz in here all foppish…that's what he looked like. Sissy little prissy bitch, that's what he reminded her of. He had on a nice suit for the 1870s of course. His hair all done and nice, probably took him twenty minutes. He had money written all over him. She wanted to punch him. "Do I know you…at all?" He didn't even really seem to hear her.

"You couldn't have lost it. After all the trouble I went through to get it. I was fourteen years old and soaked through the skin…do you remember?"

She stared at him like he was crazy…because he was. This guy was a joke. That's when something clicked in her head. That little kid she had a crush on when she was little, Roy or Ron…Raoul, that was it.

"I do remember…you went into the sea or something to get Chris…my scarf! So, you're Raoul. You grew up…a lot." She looked at his face. He was kind of cute but in that prissy, I'm too rich for anything sort of way. He ran over to her and hugged her.

"Oh, Christine!" Orianna pushed him away.

"Whoa there tiger! I haven't seen you in like six or seven years…back it up a little."

He raised a brow and took a step back.

"I thought you remembered?"

"I remember you and stuff like that but that doesn't mean you can hug me. I had a crush on you when I was little but…"

"Don't you remember those picnics in the attic? Your father playing theviolin? Reading dark stories of the north to each other? Listening to stories of little lotte? And..."

"Yes, I do." She interrupted him. Oh god, he was whining and she needed him to stop. How can someone so cute be so annoying?

"And of course, when I'm asleep in my bed, the angel of music sings songs in my head."

"The angel of music?"

"Yes, remember from little lotte. And your father told you when..."

"When I am in heaven child, I will send you the angel of music." The words just sort of slipped from her mouth. She looked at Raoul and smiled fakely, she needed him out.

"Well, Raoul, father is dead and I have been visited by the angel of music."

"Oh, no doubt you have." He smiled as if he didn't believe her. "But, now, we go to supper." He walked over to the door.

"Umm... no Raoul, the angel of music is very…strict!"

"You must change and I will get my hat. I will get you in five minutes." He opened the door and left.

"Yea, get your hat there prissy boy. Things have changed you know!" Orianna rolled her eyes. Even if that weird guy came back she was not going. She changed into a simple dress and sat at her vanity, brushing her hair, cursing him under her breath. Suddenly, the candles all went out but one in her room. She put the brush down and looked around.

"Insolent boy this slave of fashion

Basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool that brave young suitor

Sharing in my triumph!"

It sounded like her angel. And he sounded pissed off. She stood up and smiled. This sounded like it was going to be an extremely fun night.

(A/N)- Hello ALL! Sort of cliffhanger but not really! So umm…

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