Melody of the Past Chapter 14, a phantom of the opera fanfic

ERIK

I felt horrible. I can't believe that I almost seriously injured her because of the few worries, that didn't come true, for Christine. I really was a monster. Danielle would never forgive me and, if Christine found out, she would never love me. I cursed my temper, it always flared and now I was going to lose everything for it. Madame Giry might even rescind her title of godfather to Meg that I had received seventeen years ago. Worst of all I didn't even think of Meg getting hurt, my entire focus was on Christine. I wasn't fit for such a role as godfather, I didn't deserve it.

I needed to talk to Madame Giry as soon as she got back from her errand. I left a sealed envelope on her desk to ask her for an audience as soon as possible. Naught an hour later Antoinette was walking down the tunnel to my home.

"What is it Erik? It is highly unusual for you to request my presence in such urgency," She said. I noticed she hadn't even taken off her traveling shawl before meeting me.

"It's about Danielle." I began. Antoinette's eyes narrowed a bit.

"What did you do Erik? I can always tell when you are about to give me news that I'd rather not hear," she said. I mentally cringed.

"You are correct, I do have bad news." I took a deep breath and continued. "Last night Danielle, Meg and Christine were planning to sleep on the stage."

"Why would they do that? Their beds are perfectly comfortable."

"They had drunk a bottle of wine they managed to procure from the kitchen," I said. Madame Giry's eyes widened.

"I must speak with them at once, this kind of behavior is unacceptable," she began.

"I already took care of it," I said, indicating I had come to the centre of my story.

"What happened?"

"It ended, and began, badly. I..." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"What did you do Erik?" Antoinette asked. "What did you do?" She said with more force.

"I dragged Danielle here. It was her idea and... I grabbed her by the neck as she was walking to the bathroom. I pulled her by the neck. I was so angry with her for giving Christine wine that I let my anger blind me. I yelled at her and when she wouldn't speak back... I hit her." I hung my head.

"You what?" Madame Giry asked in a voice that conveyed pure horror.

"I hit her! I struck her hard across her cheek, her small, perfect cheek. She hardly moved, her neck was twisted in a horrible way, I thought I'd broken her neck. But she turned to me and began to fight back. She yelled and screamed and lashed out. She had enough strength to strangle me."

"Good God." Antoinette whispered.

"God won't help now, Antoinette. Her eyes had glazed over and I knew she wasn't seeing me anymore, I knew that this person had caused a great deal of suffering because she was trying to kill him violently. I can feel the places where her nails dug into my neck." I rubbed the crescent moon cuts. "She seemed to realize what was going on and pulled away from me. She ran all the way back upstairs before I could do anything for her." Madame Giry looked both horrified and mad.

"Erik what were you thinking? She obviously has problems that she needs to deal with from what you tell me and you strike her? I'm disappointed in you. Not only have you displayed horrible judgement and cruelty you have perhaps permanently damaged a young girl whose entire life is ahead of her. You know what it was like to have your very soul crushed, why do it to another?" Madame Giry yelled at me.

"I do regret what happened, I wasn't thinking straight." I began but Madame Giry cut me off.

"Of course you weren't thinking! You let your emotions take control of you and you never think about the consequences of your actions until it is too late!" She ranted, pacing back and forth between where I sat on my bench and the back of the lake.

"I want to apologize but I don't think Danielle will give me the chance to talk to her ever again." I stood and walked with her.

"I wouldn't blame her if she didn't Erik. What will you do now?" She put a hand to her head.

"Would you speak with her for me?" I asked.

"You want me to play peacemaker?" She looked incredulous.

"Please. She trusts you and will hear you out. Will you do this for me?" She looked unsure but answered with what I wanted to hear.

"Fine, but don't blame me if it doesn't work." And with that she left the room. I followed her through the opera and watched as she sent away Meg and Christine so she could talk to Danielle alone.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about." She said it as a statement, as if she knew what it was about all along.

"It's about Erik." Danielle stiffened. I must really be a monster in her eyes.

"What about him?" By her cold voice I knew that this was a lost effort. Madame Giry hardly got any farther before Danielle left the room. "I'm not sure there's anything he can do to make me forgive him." My heart sank as she slammed the door. Antoinette looked up at the rafters with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry Erik, I tried." Then she too was gone. Later that day the dancers came back and got settled in to the opera once more. Danielle seemed to be functioning like normal though she chose to sit with the stagehands that night. My blood boiled as I saw her talking happily with the two she had called Henri and Blaise. Blaise was, as she said, just a friend but the sweet touches and laughs shared by her and Henri were clearly flirtatious. Other stagehands tried to make advances on her but she ignored them all.

"We should go out for drinks this Friday," Danielle said cheerfully. Henri smiled at her.

"I'd love that," he said. Blaise faked a shocked look and threw his arms around her.

"No, I want all your attention." He whined. Danielle rolled her eyes.

"Blaise I love you like a brother so get off before I have to slap you like an evil twin." The entire table laughed and Blaise pressed a hand to his heart in mock heartbreak.

"Abusive mother." He muttered under his breath. She snorted and dinner continued. Soon they parted and she left for bed, drawing this day to a close.

DANIELLE

Hannibal was finally underway. The cast and crew came back from wherever they went during their brief breaks and tomorrow we were going to have a read through of the play. Carlotta began to laugh when she heard my name called for one of the lead roles.

"Who is she, eh? Some little no one who had to sleep wit the manager to get the part?" Some people laughed but I walked over to Carlotta with a completely blank expression.

"Actually, I got the part because I'm a good singer," unlike you, I mentally added.

"It's true you know," Reyer said from behind his piano, "her voice is wonderful, truly angelic and that's why I gave her such a big role."

"Then why don't you sing something for us, hmm?" Was she trying to sound intimidating? Bitch. Sorry Carlotta but that won't work on me.

"Oh, I'd love to," I said. I quickly thought of a song to sing, took a deep breath and began.
"Tanto tempo fa,
Un uccello fatale di nome,
Chromaggia,
Incrociò in volo la freccia di un,
Arciere,
Lungo le coste di lava,
Per anni, pensando di essere,
Inseguita,
Scappò dalla freccia,
Chromaggia, Chromaggia,
Perché non affronti il pericolo?
La freccia era legata all'ala,
E lei volva per liberarsene,
Tirando la freccia,
Altri son ferriti per mia colpa,
Mia colpa,
Giú! Verso la bocca del diavolo!
La sua freccia, I miei occhi.
Chromaggia, come take these eyes... !
I would rather be blind!"

The entire cast was silent as I sang the beautiful dark song that had come from Repo! but they didn't know about it so I guessed they thought it came out of my mind. Slowly people began to clap for me until it sounded like the whole theater was full. I smiled and bowed my head. Carlotta seemed a bit pissed off.

"Mostra le vacche*," she muttered. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Non è interessante quello che si sente quando si sa un'altra lingua**?" I said. For a moment Carlotta looked like a deer in the headlights. "Yeah, I speak Italian too." Carlotta harrumphed and turned away.

"Alright people let's get started." Reyer clapped his hands and everyone began to work. As I sung I snuck glances up at box 5 to see if Erik was there. Though the thought of him made my blood boil I still needed to get my things out of his home and I didn't want to face him. After a few hours that went by like the snap of a finger it was lunch time. "Alright everyone eat and rest your voices, remember to drink plenty of fluids."

"Thank you for your hard work," I called to Reyer as I walked to the dining room for the stagehands.

"Dee!" Blaise yelled, throwing his arms in the air.

"Bee!" I mimicked his gesture. "Henri!" I bent and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and kissed my hand.

"What, I don't get a kiss? What am I? Liver?" Henri and I laughed. I put my arm around Blaise in a one armed hug.

"How's my favorite stagehand and my Favorite favorite dancer?" I asked as I shoveled food into my mouth.

"Well, we are having some problems with the scene hangings and such but we're getting through it. How's singing your little heart out?" Blaise nudged me with his shoulder.

"Oh, you know weird. Carlotta's being a bitch to me because I got the second most important female role while she only got the first. The trials of being a diva." I fake sighed and tossed my head back. Apparently the stagehands had been eavesdropping because they all burst out laughing. "Oh? Did I say something funny?" I put my pointer finger to the corner of my mouth, tilted my and puckered my lips in a look of obliviousness. That only made them laugh harder.

"You're an enigma," Henri said as he kissed my cheek. I smiled at all of them before going back to rehearsal.

Friday came fast, after all the extra dance lessons I had it was a relief. I was meeting Blaise and Henri by the front doors so I decided to sit on the steps inside the opera. I knew I was a few minutes early so I decided to close my eyes for a bit.

"Danielle, Danielle," Erik called to me like he had done to Christine in the movie. "Danielle." His voice was right next to my ear but when I turned I didn't see anyone. Not even a flash of white. My heart gave an uncomfortable squeeze that reminded me I needed to take my medicine. After I swallowed one with a little help from my flask I kept my eyes open, not wanting to be caught by Erik again. "Danielle." Came his voice again. I had to suppress the shiver of pleasure that ran through my body as he called me.

"Leave me Erik. I have no desire to speak or look at you." I growled out. My heart set a racing rhythm as he whispered my name one more time before disappearing into the darkness of the opera.

"Dee, you ready to go out?" Blaise called to me as he and Henri walked over. I stood shakily on my legs and tried to act casual.

"Duh, I need this. Between the rehearsals and my dance lessons I'm beat! Not to mention I still have to clean box 5 on the weekends." God was I not looking forward to that. We went to a bar down the street that Blaise and I had gone to before he told me he was gay.

"I love this place, sad I hardly ever come here," Henri said as we sat down at a table and orders around of beers to start with.

"Do you not drink a lot?" I asked around a mouthful of the bitter tasting brew.

"Not really, I don't like the taste." Taking a swig of his own beer he grimaced and set in down again.

"Aww baby, if you don't want to drink it you don't have to," Blaise crooned from his side of the table. I was pretty sure he still had a crush on Henri even though were were unofficially dating. Wait, did that mean I was unofficially cheating on him with Raoul? Screw it, neither of them asked me to 'go steady' with them so I'm not cheating. Henri didn't seem to notice Blaise's obviously flirtatious concern and took another swig of beer.

"No, I think I need this too. I've been wound up so tight this week from all the new routines that I really need to calm my nerves." I looked over at Blaise and wagged my eyebrows. Blaise turned beet red and looked down at his beer. I stifled a laugh and drank. Tonight was a time to be merry.

As we came into the opera after drinking and walking around a bit we were quietly laughing and parted ways. I walked back to the girls and almost fell asleep in my clothes, somehow I managed to wiggle myself out of my dress and corset into my nightgown before passing out.

"Danielle, wake up!" I rolled over and opened my eye. Christine was shaking me. "You screamed in your sleep, are you okay?" I looked around for Meg but couldn't find her. "Meg's gone to get you some water."

"Thanks." I sat up in bed and leaned back. I remembered what happened between Erik and I in his home; I had strangled him and smacked his head against stone steps, I told him the ending of the original Phantom of the Opera. Did that make us even? Hell to the motherfucking no. How could I forgive someone who hit me? I banished the thought from my mind. Meg came into the room and handed me water.

"Are you feeling better?" She said.

"Oh the feels, I cannot handle the feels!" I joked. They looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Just a joke, really I'm fine. I can't even remember what my dream was about." Liar, liar, plants for hire. I miss Spongebob.

"Really?" I nodded. "Alright. Why don't we go out, the fresh air will make you feel better." Christine helped me into my green dress and laced up the back. Meg braided my hair and we left. I steered clear of the coffee shop so we wouldn't bump into Raoul and suddenly have an awkward moment or something.

"Let's go in this shop!" Meg called. It was the clothing store we had shopped at before. Christine and Meg looked through the underthings and I bought a bag. We left with a few more clothes and a few less francs.

"I have to get back, I need to clean the Phantom's box." They looked stricken.

"You're not going in there after what he did are you?" Meg said in a shocked voice.

"I have to, it's my job," I said quietly. "If I don't do it I'll be kicked out." They tried to talk me out of it but it was in vain.

"At least let us help you, that way the work can go faster," Christine finally said Meg nodded her head. I looked at them and stopped walking.

"You'd risk yourself to help me?" They both nodded.

"Of course silly, that's what friends are for." I hugged them tight, I was really scared of going in by myself.

"Thank you." We cleaned the box fast working together and got out of there fast, running like frightened rabbits. We could feel Erik's eyes on us the entire time.

Friday came and so did my date with Raoul. I told Blaise and Henri I was meeting a friend for dinner and I couldn't go out with them. They seemed disappointed but didn't say anything. Meg and Christine were another matter entirely.

"Who is it?" They asked me every day since I told them on Wednesday. "At least let us help choose your dress." They whined after I refused to tell them. so I let them choose between the few dresses I owned before the settled on the blue one. They pulled the top of my hair back and left the rest down. "You look wonderful." Meg sighed. Bet she was dreaming of having a date with the florist. I bid them goodbye and walked out the door. I knew Erik was following me around the opera, I could feel his eyes on me all the time. It had gone on for a week and I was too afraid to say anything.

"Danielle, I'm glad you made it." Raoul smiled up at me from our table as I sat down.

"I wouldn't miss this for anything Raoul." I smiled back at him before looking at the menu. After rehearsals I was so hungry but I hadn't eaten because of our date. "I'm starving."

"Me too." We ordered and sat together, talking about everything and nothing. "Are you alright? Did your boss hit you again?" He put his hand to my cheek. The bruise had faded and it hardly hurt anymore.

"No, I haven't talked to him since. I think he's ashamed of himself but I won't forgive him," I said. I took a bite of bread. "I don't really want to talk about that anymore, let's talk about something else, please?" He agreed and we began talking about books and libraries until our food came.

After a month we had the show down and dress rehearsals began. Madame Giry told everyone we were going to also perform Il Muto after Hannibal. Everyone was preparing for two shows now and I was cast as Madame Pompidour in Il Muto, one of the countesses ladies in waiting. It was hard juggling all of this but we got a hold of it after a few months and finally we were doing our dress rehearsal for the final scene in Hannibal, yes the one with the elephant. I felt a little hollow, I missed Erik and I hadn't talked to him in three had called me almost every day but I still refused to talk to him. I wanted to sing with him again but I just couldn't be with him anymore. When did my life get so confusing?

I felt a bit dizzy this morning, I had forgotten to take my medicine and I'd had an attack; it was too close a call but we were doing our first full run through and the first performance was tonight and I didn't want to be taken out of the show. I was getting pretty nervous but I was confident in my acting. I remembered my lines and blocking, even covering up a few of Piangi's mistakes when in our scenes together. It wasn't that he was bad, it was more that English confused him sometimes. It was pretty funny when he didn't know how to pronounce a word he'd either mangle it or say it in Italian; he got yelled at either way.

"With feasting and dancing and song,
tonight in celebration
we greet the victorious throng,
returned to bring salvation!"I led the army of Hannibal forward holding up the lantern I held the entire show high above my head to guide the soldiers to save Elissa, the queen of Carthage.

"The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!" The male army sang.

"Hear the drums - Hannibal comes!" I disappeared behind the soldiers for a moment, made a face at Meg and Christine and we danced with the female 'slave girls' presenting Hannibal. Piangi stepped out and looked confused for a moment before beginning.

"Sad to return to find the land we love
threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching
grasp." Reyer tapped his baton and interrupted Piangi, telling him he said 'Rome' wrong. I rolled my eyes at Alphonse as they began to bicker. He rolled his eyes back. I looked up in the rafters and saw Blaise waving at me, I didn't want to get in trouble so I smiled back at him.

"From the top," Reyer said tapping his baton again before Monsieur Lefèvre came in and interrupted it again.

"Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production on Chalumeau's Hannibal."He gestured to the grand stage and costumes.

"I'm rehearsing Monsieur Lefèvre." Reyer sounded slightly mad but Lefèvre only brushed him off before calling everyone's attention to himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention, please? As you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true and it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre." Everyone was stunned but clapped for our new managers. Andre waved and smiled and Firmin bowed his head once. "I'm sure you have read of their recent fortune in the Junk business."

"Scrap metal, actually." Andre scowled at Lefèvre.

"I could hear some girls in the back say "They must be rich." I could only imagine how hard they're fluttering their lashes. Gross.

"And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron," Firmin gestured to a man coming from the back of the theater.

"The Vicomte de Chagny." Everyone clapped again. By now Christine would be telling Meg how she knows Raoul and how she loves him. And he's into me. Again, when did my life get so complicated? No one ever asked me out back home and now I've got two almost boyfriends and a stalking phantom. Yippee-yi-yo-ky-yay-motherfuckers.

"My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire." Raoul smiled cutely at the crowd, easily charming all of them. Carlotta made a beeline for him and practically forced her hand on his lips.

"Vicomte, gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons." Lefèvre looked a little disgusted with her actions; reason number two as to why he was leaving. Her peanut gallery began cheering for her. If I could get away with one of my overly-exaggerated eye rolls I would. "Signor Ubaldo Piangi, our Hannibal." More clapping as Piangi bowed. "And our newest star soprano Miss Danielle BellRose." I walked up to Raoul and curtsied. He kissed the back of my hand and gave me a look. I didn't know what it meant but it wasn't a normal look. I got the most applause since almost everyone knew and liked me.

"An honour Madame. I am happy to be the patron of the Opera Populaire," he squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips again. "Will you accompany me to dinner tonight Danielle? It seems we have a new topic of discussion." I smiled at him and nodded my head. "Wonderful. I believe I am keeping you from your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies, monsieur." And Raoul was gone just the way he'd come. Well, this could turn into a staircase of shit.

"Thank you, monsieur le Vicomte! Once more if you please, signor," Reyer went back to work. I watched Raoul walk right past Christine without even turning his head. Christine looked sad for a moment as Meg reassured her that he just didn't see her. I turned away before she looked at me. Aaaannd here comes the pro wrestler with a body slam of guilt. Reyer made us redo the entire scene, Piangi got his lines right and the ending ballet was beautiful, if I do say so myself. If only Piangi could get his fat behind off the ground and onto the elephant. The final pose was a bit wonky but I was the tip. I stood in front of the others holding the lantern high. The wings they had me wear weighed a ton but the white dress was beautiful. It was stitched together with gold thread and radiant. It swept the floor but it was easy to dance in. Then Carlotta threw a fit.

"All they want is dancing girls!" It went on and on and Carlotta threatened to leave. What a bitch. Andre and Firmin took Lefèvre's advice and groveled until she agreed to sing Think of Me.

"If my managers command! Monsieur Reyer?" She yelled.

"If my diva commands?" He walked back to his spot and commenced the song while Carlotta butchered it. I looked to the rafters and saw movement. Erik was about to drop a backdrop on Carlotta. For one moment as he untied the rope our eyes met. I covered mine and looked another way. The scene came crashing down and caused chaos.

"He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!" Meg sang, clinging to her mother. Carlotta wailed and moaned and when Andre and Firmin tried to calm her down she actually walked out. It would've been great if she'd done that months ago but now we were left with no star and no understudy.

"A full house, Andre, we shall have to refund a full house!" Firmin shouted.

"Christine Daae could sing it sir," Madame Giry said. Christine looked up and around like a deer in the headlights.

"What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly." Andre turned to try and think of another solution.

"She's been taking lessons from a great teacher." Yes she has, probably the best there is.

"Who?" Andre asked.

"I don't know his name Monsieur." Christine looked a little sheepish.

"Please Monsieur she has been well taught." Madame Giry put her hand on Christine's shoulder and pulled her forward. Firmin and Andre looked at each other, weighing their options before agreeing.

"Alright; come on, don't be shy. Come on." Christine stood center stage looking terrified. I hopped in the audience and called her attention to me.

"Just pretend that it's only me and Meg here, you can do this," I mouthed at her.

"From the beginning of the aria then please Mamzelle," Reyer asked beginning again.

"Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves," said Firmin.

"Well, she's very pretty." Andre tried to stay positive. Christine looked at me and began to sing.

"Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in awhile -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me." Everyone stood in a stunned silence. I began to clap like a madman and everyone followed. Christine's dream is coming true, she's going to play Elissa.

"Christine, I'm so happy for you!" I ran up and hugged her. "I knew you could do it!"

"Thanks. Danielle?" I looked her in the face. "What did the Vicomte say to you?"

"Huh?" I tried feigning innocence.

"When he kissed your hand, I saw his lips moving. What did he say?" Meg was coming over to us.

"He asked me out to dinner. Tonight." Christine's look changed from curious to sad.

"Oh."

"Oh what?" Meg asked.

"Danielle's been asked on a date by the vicomte," she said in a small voice.

"Oh," Meg said.

"What's going on?" I pretended to be oblivious to the fact that Christine loved Raoul.

"Well, the Vicomte is an old friend of Christine's and they used to be childhood sweethearts," Meg said, not looking me in the eyes.

"Oh. I didn't know, I can call it off if you.."

"No, don't cancel because of me," Christine said.

"I mean it could be a platonic date, I go on those with Blaise all the time." God I was babbling. "I guess I should tell you... they guy I met? It was Raoul. I didn't tell him I worked here and his being here was a complete surprise. I didn't think you knew him." I really didn't know how to make this better.

"So you met him before?" She asked.

"Yeah, a few times. We met at that coffee shop we passed yesterday after I dropped my glove. Raoul picked it up and treated me to some tea. I didn't see him for a month after that so..." I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders.

"Miss Daae, can you come with us? We need to make sure Elissa's dresses fit you." The lady pulled Christine away to measure her.

"Miss BellRose, we need to clean your costume for tonight, would you mind?" I followed the woman and called to Meg over my shoulder.

"Sorry Meg, we'll talk later!" I slipped off the dress and changed into my own clothes. God I felt like a piece of shit. I should never have encouraged Raoul's crush, no matter how much I liked him. He was destined to marry Christine who was destined to break Erik's heart. I can't believe I'm feeling sorry for the ass that tried to strangle me! Ugh, I'm not drunk enough to deal with this.

"Miss? Your portraits have arrived." I looked up at the woman who had just entered. I took the stack of five portraits from her hand.

"Thank you." She bowed and left. I looked at the pictures I had take on me in my costume for Hannibal. It was flat black and white; the lantern rested on a table that was partly out of view, I had my hands folded on the top and my cheek rested on top of them. I stood with a small smile on my face, looking directly into the camera. I went to my desk and took out a pen. All my love, Danielle.I put it in a small frame and wrapped it in some writing paper because I didn't have any wrapping paper. Right now Erik'll be watching over Christine so I can sneak down and leave this for him. I walked down the halls of the opera quickly and quietly and disappeared in the small passage down to Erik's house. I looked around for his gondola to make sure he wasn't there and left it on his desk, leaving quickly after that.

I was just about to go on stage for my first song. God I'm scared. I shook myself as my cue came and I walked on stage.

"Forgive me Father,
I have sinned,
I went against your word.
You told me to stay away
And let Hannibal find his own way
But I could not leave him alone in the cold
As he pine for his lover Elissa.

Forgive what I have done to you
There, by the grace of God go I
Forgive my soft heart
And tender whispers of such a sad
Melody.

Forever in your grace do I reside
In my love for you.
Remember me as I was
Not how I now appear to be.
I'd do it again just to help these men
And keep this land free."

The theater exploded with applause as my song finished and people stood and threw flowers. I picked up one and smelled it. The curtain fell for intermission and I gathered the rest of the flowers and asked one of the maids to put them into a vase for me.

"Good luck Christine." I smiled at her as she went to sing Think of Me. She gave me a small smile back. This was when Raoul falls in love with Christine and he'll forget about me.

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .

Flowers fade,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!" The show ended after that and I hurried to get dressed, I knew where I was going to find Raoul.

"The Angel of Music sings songs in my head." I heard their voices harmonizing wonderfully.

"Christine, you did so well tonight," I said when I entered. "Hi Raoul."

"Hello Danielle, are you ready to go to dinner?" He asked. He still seemed to be excited about our date.

"Yeah, why don't you come too Christine? I'm sure you'd like to catch up," I said.

"Yes, do come Little Lotte," Raoul said.

"I can't, the Angel is very strict." She looked down, clearly wanting to go.

"Well we shan't keep you up late. Two minutes, Little Lotte."

"I'll meet you out there after I'm done talking to Christine." Raoul left the room and I turned to Christine.

"You shouldn't have done that, I don't want to intrude on your date." She turned away from me.

"Christine, I hardly think you're going to intrude. I wanted to tell you something." She turned back around quickly, trying to get me out of the room, she could feel his presence and so could I.

"Can you tell me tomorrow? It's getting late and..." I interrupted her singing, not bothering to use my soprano to get the message to her.

"Christine, I'm dying."

CLIFFHANGERS! Well, wait for next time to figure out what happens :3. Hope you like this chapter. Review! Song belongs to the Repo! people and everyone belongs to themselves. Except my OC's. They're mine. * means show off cow and ** means Is not it interesting what you hear when you know another language?