Chapter 3: The One Whom Asked
Erik found himself living in the heavens every time her heard Christine sing when they would have their lessons; He felt himself smile behind his mask,
"Oh the gods smiled when they first imagined you, Christine" Erik praised and his heart swelled at the sight of how she smiled; A soft blush staining her cheeks,
"Thank you, Angel" she replied, standing before approaching a candelabra, lighting a candle for her father. It had become her tradition; She would light a candle every time a lesson with her angel of music came to an end,
"You may rest tomorrow night, Christine. For I cannot teach you anymore" Erik whispered but saw the panic on his student's face,
"Has my voice not pleased you? I can do better. I give you my word" Christine begged but heard her angel chuckle,
"What I mean to say Christine is that you are finally ready. Your voice has reached its full potential and now you must prove your destiny to all in this opera house just as you have done for me. You must audition for the company, Christine... You must sing for me" Erik encouraged but saw the hesitation in Christine's eyes,
"... Do you really think I'm good enough?" she asked,
"Yes... And you know that I am not the only one. Your stepsister also believes in you. Remember, it was her whom asked the opera ghost to contact me on your behalf. Have faith in yourself just as myself and she have faith in you" Erik told her, watching as she smiled softly,
"She's always been a good friend as well as sister to me... Even if we are not sisters by blood. I am lucky that fate allowed my father to find her and bring her into our lives... Does an angel watch over her, Maestro?" Christine asked curiously,
"... There are many people in this world, my dear Christine. I'm afraid I do not know if Miss Nightingale is one whom is watched over by one of my brothers" Erik told her hesitantly,
"Oh but she does deserve an angel of her own, Maestro... She always thinks of others before her self. She is someone whom can find the light even in the darkest shadow... Is she not someone whom is worthy of an angel of her own to guide her?" Christine asked and it was that question that would haunt Erik's mind for the rest of the night.
Madame Giry had been making her rounds to make sure none of her ballerinas had missed curfew and the ballet mistress smiled to find Rose sitting on the stage whilst making repairs to various costumes,
"Only lamps are built to burn the midnight oil" the aged woman said and Rose looked up before smiling brightly,
"I know, Madame... But I need to finish these repairs before next week. They seem to always be ripping in the same place so I have had to make a new seam and add some decorative read so that no one will notice" Rose explained and the ballet teacher couldn't help but smile as she made her way up onto the stage before sitting beside her,
"You're a hard worker, Rose... It's a shame that someone does not notice your role in this place as they do the other members in the company" Madame Giry said as she looked towards box five and Rose couldn't help but notice and she smiled gently,
"Madame... The Phantom strives for perfection in the music that is performed in the opera house. I'm just the costume girl. I don't mind if he doesn't praise my work in his notes as he does for others" Rose assured gently, looking up at box five and smiled gently,
"Let's face it... He's the true manager of this opera house" Rose reasoned before folding up the costume that she had just finished working on and covered her mouth as she yawned tiredly,
"Well, that leaves only 15 more to finish tomorrow" she thought allowed before standing with a tired smile,
"Goodnight, Madame Giry" she bid before leaving the ballet mistress to her thoughts and to carry out the rest of her rounds.
Will Rose gain an angel of her own? We'll find out soon! Review for chapter 4!
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