Chapter 3

To the Opera Populaire&

Down we go

Hours flew by, Isabelle woke up, she was a little sad that Eric wasn't there when she woke up. She changed out of her nightgown. She put on a skirt and a blouse off the shoulder, with straps that stayed on her shoulders . Her maid tied on her corset over her blouse, then she put a light dress that covered her skirt, shirt and her corset. She left her room and headed to the front door. By the time she got out of the house, her carriage was waiting for her. The driver stood next to the carriage, he led out his hand and helped her in. Then he went in the front of the carriage and sat, held the reins.

"Where to madam?" he asked.

"To the Opera Populaire." She answered back.

The driver shook the reins and the horses started to trot. All she thought about was Erick with his mesmerizing voice, whenever he spoke she seemed to be under his spell. After a half hour, she arrived . She got out of the carriage.

"Madam, do you want me to stay?" He asked.

"No, I will no longer be requiring your services any longer." She stated.

She turned and climbed the steps. She herd a faint voice, which sounded vaguely familiar, the sound of the voice rattled in her mind. Thinking it was Stephan, she hurried to go in. As she opened the doors she saw Eric standing at the top of the staircase waiting for her. Whenever she saw him it seemed as if he was a flame flickering in the dark, burning to keep the light lit.

She made her way to the top of the staircase. Eric led out his hand, without hesitation she took his hand. They started walking. She remembered seeing him from somewhere. A memory flashed in her mind.

Flash back:

Isabelle woke up, giggling and excited to be 5 years old. Her nanny helped her out of her nightgown.

"Heavens child, I never saw you this excited for anything!" Nanny exclaimed

Nanny was a gentle spirit, she was 35 years old. She had short curly brown hair, she was a little chubby but still in perfect health. Nanny loved Isabelle as if she was her own child.

"Oh nanny, you don't understand, maman told me it was a special day. I also met some kind of angel." Isabelle said with joy.

Nanny slipped Isabelle's pink dress over her head.

"Really, is she a nice angel?" she asked

"Nanny the angel isn't a "she", it's a he. And he is very kind, he helps me sing." Isabelle stated.

"Oh nanny guess what?" Isabelle asked.

"What child?" Nanny asked back.

"It's my birthday today and I'm 5 years old!" she replied with glee.

The day came to an end. Isabelle was saying her prayer. She felt a strong wind blow in. She herd a faint voice. She turned her head and she saw her angel of music.

"Angel, you came!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, Isabelle do you remember the song I taught you?" he asked.

"Yes, I practice it when I can, but maman and papa think I invented it. Will you always be there for me? She asked with an innocent voice.

"Yes Isabelle, I will be in your heart and in your mind, someday you may not remember me, but if you see me in the future, when your older don't be afraid." He said softly.

He left, Isabelle climbed into bed, blew out her candle and went to sleep. After 20 minutes Isabelle woke up smelling smoke. She went to her door and saw flames all around. She always imagined hell would look like that. Frighten she called out to her parents, she was making her way across the hall. Angel this is the time that I need you know she thought.

She herd her nanny calling out to her from outside. Isabelle started running. A beam caught fire and fell on her back. She yelled in pain. Suddenly a forced pulled her out from underneath the beam. It was her angel who saved her. He lifted her in his arms. One arm underneath her legs, the other around her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

To keep herself calm she started singing.

In sleep he sang to me,

In dreams he came,

That voice witch called to me,

And speaks my name,

And do I dream again?

For now I find,

The phantom of the opera is there inside my mind,

He made his way to the staircase and looked in her eyes, she was afraid, he started singing.

Sing once again with me,

Our strange duet,

My power over you,

Grows stronger yet,

And though you turn from me,

From glance behind,

The phantom of the opera is there,

Inside your mind,

They made their way down the stairs and he looked witch way would be the best without burning himself even more.

Those who have seen your face,

Draw back in fear,

I am the mask you wear,

It's me they hear,

Your/my spirit,

And my/your voice combined,

The phantom of the opera is there,

Inside my/your mind,

They were walking down the flamed hall,

Sing my angel of music

He's there the phantom of the opera.

She started singing the high notes.

Sing my angel of music, sing for me,

Sing for me, sing, sing for me,

Sing my angel, sing for me,

Isabelle finished with the highest note. They were outside. Isabelle started crying, she saw her house being burned.

"Where is maman and papa?" she asked with tears rolling down her face.

"My dear, they are in heaven." He said with a calm voice. But her tears were really pouring out of her eyes. Her nanny came to her.

"Is she alright? Are you her angel?" Nanny asked. Nanny and he looked down at the sleeping child.

"Yes I am, a beam fell on her back, her parents died in the fire. Take care of her and don't let her remember me." He replied

End of Flashback.

Isabelle knew he looked familiar. They entered in the mirror. Isabelle started singing.

cool breeze and autumn leaves,

slow motion daylight,

a lone pair of watchful eyes,

oversee the living,

feel the presence all around,

a tortured soul,

a wound unhealing,

no regrets or promises,

the past is gone,

but you can still be free,

if time will set you free,

They made their way down a hall and walked down a hall. He forgot how lovely her voice was.

Time now to spread your wings,

To take to flight,

The life endeavor,

Aim for the burning sun,

You're trapped inside,

But you can still be free,

If time will set you free,

But it's a long long way to go,

He was amazed how beautiful her voice, it was much better than Christine. He had forgotten about Christine.

Keep moving way up high,

You see the light,

It shines forever,

Sail through the crimson skies,

The purest light,

The light that sets you free,

If time will set you free,

The arrived at a boat, she sat down, he was in the back rowing the boat.

Sail through the wind and rain tonight,

You're free to fly tonight,

And you can still be free,

If time will set you free,

And going higher than mountaintops,

And go high the wind don't stop,

And go high,

Free to fly tonight,

Free to fly tonight

They arrived at a small dock. He got out of the boat. He led his hand out, Isabelle took his hand. He helped her out of the boat.

"Eric, why have you brought me here?" she asked

"My dear, I have brought you here to see my world, and to see my home." He replied

Isabelle looked at him with acknowledgement. She walked and looked at his prized possessions, her fingers slid on the keys of his organ. She saw the model of the theater . Eric was right behind her.

Isabelle got very dizzy, she was having a fever, then she passed out. Just before she fell to the floor. Eric caught her. He put one arm underneath her legs and his other arm was around her back. He carried her to the swan bed. He put her down gently down. He touched her forehead and she burning. He found a basin and filled it up with water. He took the cloth and started dabbing her face and her upper cheast.

He took off her dress and continued dabbing her. After a half hour he stopped, her fever went down. He went to his organ and started writing music. After a while Isabelle woke up.

think of what Christine wore when she was sing Don Juan Triumphant

it is a song from Savage Garden, Free to fly Tonight