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Eric couldn't believe that someone so beautiful was standing in front of someone as hideous as he. Christine eyed him cracking a shy smile she watched him carefully her eyes not leaving his mask.
"I'll show you where the organ is." Christine said to Eric. Her voice was even more beautiful than he imagined. Eric couldn't even reply he was so transfixed on her. She turned around to lead him to the organ. Eric followed afraid that this was all a beautiful dream.
Christine came to the organ and faced Eric with her big brown eyes again. "Thank you" Eric mumbled quietly almost forcing the words to come out of his mouth. "Here is the list of songs that we are doing this morning." She said handing Eric the music sheets. Her voice, it was so pure and beautiful. Eric could hardly refrain himself from singing.
"Do you sing Christine?" Oh God that name, it was just as beautiful as her. Christine looked down her eyes saddened. "I have got to go." She mumbled in near tears. "If you need anything you can ask my uncle." She suddenly was out of sight. Eric was left with the instrument and music sheets. Eric scanned the papers. These songs did not do justice to his music. Eric played the beautiful instrument his fingers danced gracefully along the keys. His mind never left the beautiful little girl who was just in his presence. "Eric" the preacher's voice said from behind him. That man had such a tendency to disturb him. "This is our lead singer. "Carlota" Eric Couldn't believe it. The preacher told him no one would see him. "I trust you will not be drawing any attention to yourself, boy!" her voice spit with a strong Italian accent. "Although Monsieur thinks you can play…" Eric slammed his fists onto the organ if she was going to insult him she would pay; its sound rang throughout the small chapel. "Dam you!" Eric sang.
Carlota fell backwards against the wall at the sound of Eric's voice. Eric stood in shock. He knew his voice could do more things than the normal voice but he never had sung in fount of someone. Carlota was still on the ground staring at him her eyes wide and her face was as if she had just seen a ghost. Eric threw his voice directly into her ear. "Take it back." Eric scolded Carlota twisted her head around trying to find the source of the voice. "I take it back." She said still in a daze. Eric looked toward the preacher. "What was that?" the preacher asked. Eric casually shrugged as he turned to face the organ again.
Eric began playing the songs again. He couldn't play these! Leaping up off of the bench he sat on Eric ran to the pulpit and grabbed the quill and ink. Eric altered the songs carefully and began playing again. Carlota stood behind him, and listened to the introduction. Eric was engrossed in his music till the Carlota sung her first note. It was retched; her voice struggled to hold the simplest of note. Eric was officially convinced that no one in all of France could compare the shrill of her song.
"Is there a swine in here mam'?" Eric said throwing his voice into her ear so no one could hear. Carlota's song came to an abrupt halt. "Did anyone here that voice!?" she asked furiously. Eric snickered at the way she responded. "I do believe you are delusional mam'." Eric remarked into her other ear. Carlota stormed out of the room leaving Eric quite pleased with himself.
Shortly after everyone started filling in to the church. Eric sat on the organ bench his back to the crowd. He listened to the voices talking and laughing. Everyone seemed to have a great time. The door beside him was opened to reveal Christine. She blushed slightly "Carlota says she is not singing." Eric tilted his head to get a better look at her expression. It was puzzled, "she said something about voices in her ear." Christine said looking into Eric's deep blue eyes. "It looks like I have to sing" Eric's sad and heavy heart lifted at her words. But he couldn't help but notice the sorrow in her voice.
"Are you ok?" Eric asked Christine "No I am not." She said starting to cry. "My papa use to play the violin and I would sing. He used to say that my voice was blessed by the angels. It was our special thing he would give me lessons, Oh was I so happy." Eric watched he her as she brushed away the tears. "He would tell me stories of the Angel of Music at night. He said 'When I'm in heaven child I will send you the Angel of Music." Eric's blue eyes sparkled at the mention of the Angel of Music again.
"Christine" Eric said in attempt to cheer her up. "The Angel of Music cannot visit you if you refuse to sing."
Christine smiled, Eric's heart melted he actually made someone smile.
Eric laid his hands on the organ, the white keys soft to his touch pressing down on the first note song rang through the church. Eric's back was to the audience and Christine stood facing the people. A soft and pure note came from her mouth Eric gasped at her voice. She had been taught well, it was strong and lovely.
Music filled the boy's heart as she sang. Eric listened to the voice. It was near perfect the only issue was it was overtaken by her emotions.
The songs ended much to Eric's displeasure. Christine skipped over to Eric who was sitting in the back after the service. "You played beautifully Eric." Eric looked down he was never use to complements. "Thank you" he said shyly. "Your voice is phenomenal." Christine twirled around "I never want to stop singing!" She was smiling from ear to ear and giggling happily.
The door opened as the Preacher walked in. "I should bring you home Eric." He said with pity for the boy in his voice.
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