Gustave sat at the piano, Matilda on his lap, as he played the music from memory.
"It seems so beautiful, so strange yet beautiful," Charlotte walked around the music room singing, sheet music in hand, "Everything's just as you say."
The Young Mister stopped playing, "Charlotte, you're going too fast."
"I play too!" Matilda leaned over, banging on the keys.
"I was not going to fast," Charlotte crossed her arms, crumpling the music.
"Don't crumple the paper!" Gustave exclaimed, "That's one of the originals."
"We have more copies, right?"
"Yes, but I let you use the original because it's special to me, like you," Gustave stood, pulling the toddler away from the keys.
"What's so special?" Charlotte tilted her head and looked at her brother.
"Bring it here," He sat Matilda down the floor in front of plush elephant and blocks before sitting down on the couch.
Charlotte sat right up against her brother and smoothed out the sheet music.
"See where it says composers?" Gustave pointed to the names written in cursive unlike the lyrics.
"Erik Y and Gustave de Chagny. That's Dada and someone who has the same first name as you!" Charlotte looked up at her brother.
"That is me, Charlotte," He smiled at her. "When Mama and I first came here, I had a different last name and didn't know Papa was my Papa. I was only a few years older than you are now but I had all these melodies in my mind and Papa helped me write them. This was the first one we wrote together."
The girl's brow furrowed. "So you weren't always big? So Dada did give you to Mama when you were little?"
Gustave chuckled, "Whatever do you mean?"
"Hannah said Dadas give Mamas babies but she didn't say why Dada gave you so much bigger to Mama, especially if the babies are inside first. Do you know why the babies have to go inside first? If Dadas are just giving them to Mamas why not just keep them outside?"
The Young Mister's pale cheeks reddened.
Hannah who was silent in the corner of the room until now spoke up, "Charlotte, do not bother your brother with such things! I do believe we shall now head to the kitchen. Lunch shall most be ready."
Upstairs, an older composition was being sung with some modifications.
"Close your eyes but do not surrender or give up. Purge your thoughts of all worry and concern…" The Phantom sung softly into his Angel's ear. One hand held one of hers tight the other gently stroked her hair.
"They are going in Christine. Do not flinch," Dr. Bundy spoke inserting and positioning the forceps.
"It's cold! It's tearing me apart!" The Soprano screamed.
"You're doing wonderful," Dr. Bundy stated. "On the count of three I want you to push and do not stop until I tell you to. Are you ready…one…two…three."
