The Phantom, or Eric wandered around in his dungeon, he checked the door where Mrs Grey slipped the letters, no replies. The Phantom looked at all the drawings he made of Christine, he smiled at them most of them were just her face but there were some of her in dresses, similar to Christine Daae's from phantom of the opera, all his rejected operas, his opera sets
he sat down at his piano/ organ
"If I wrote the best play
I wont get any say
Who would listen
No one really knows true music
I could teach them it
Rise up and teach them it
Who would listen?
They are scared of
This masked face
The only person who really knows
Is Christine, her voice still grows
She knows my pain
The heartbreak I have gained
She knows bout loneliness
Has had emptiness
That's why she listens
Only she, she can
Understand my pain"
Eric picked up rose and smelled it, slowly he wrapped a black ribbon around it and put it by Christine's pictures
"Why do I love you so
you stopped me from being alone
Only you listen
Only you can hear the music
You'll help me teach the world
You could reach the world
Singing my music
No one loves me
Cause of my face
Which if you saw
You would turn
Away from me again
You would forget
The beauty of music.
The true songs
The songs that I wrote for you"
Eric sighed and picked up another rose and dropped into the water watching it slowly float away.
Christine awoke suddenly; she was in an elaborate single four poster bed, much comfier than the one in her dorm. She remembered collapsing the night before and the phantoms soft songs he sung all through the night and the uplifting tunes on the piano he played.
The phantom was still playing on the piano Christine walked up to him.
"Who are you, angel
are you a man or a ghost
why do you wear this mask
I do not care what you look like
so just let me see"
Christine pulled of the masked. Almost at once the phantom slammed his hand to his face hiding it.
"Why did you do that
why must you see
my secret shame I have
because of what you've done
you can't leave me.
It's cause of this face
my mother turned
away from this hideous face
and so will you.
Rejected by the world
I really am.
fear may turn to love
I wish
my parents rejection
harmed me
turned out into the cold
turned out into the night
I was only ten
left to tend
left for dead
oh Christine"
Christine full of pity picked up the mask and gave it back to him, and suddenly gave him a hug. The phantom smiled at her.
"You must return
Charlotte will be demanding to sing again"