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"Christine," I heard my name being called from behind me. It was the morning of the next day and I was sitting on the side of my bed, facing away from the door. I held my father's Violin in my hands and I had just finished talking to him. I had told him all about how excited I was to see The Angel of Music he had sent at six last evening and how I couldn't wait to see him for many more evenings.

"Christine, are you sure you don't want to come Join us for breakfast?" Meg asked with a comforting tone. She was talking about the breakfast that was held as a celebration on the morning after the last day of each show. She had told me all about what it was going to be like last night as we fell asleep. She said the whole opera house was going to be there, and so were patrons and other rich people that had some sort of part in running the opera house.

I wanted to refuse to go, knowing that everyone one who would see me would think I had stole Carlotta's dress last night and I didn't want to be embarrassed again.

"You'll have fun. It would be a great opportunity to meet some people," Meg urged. And something inside me couldn't refuse that begging smile of hers.

"I suppose I could go." I answered. So I dressed out of my nightdress and into a light blue gown, one Meg had given me. Then I put my hair half way up leaving some of my curls to rest on my back.

As she and I began to walk down long hallways towards breakfast I couldn't get the Angel of Music out of my head. It wasn't a dream was it? It felt like one of those dreams that you can't pick apart from reality. It had to be a dream; my voice is not worth an angels' time, and no matter how much my Papa would have begged him to visit me he would have more important people to mentor.

How I wished to tell Meg though. I wished to just talk about it with her and share the magic of my dream…or reality with her. But I wouldn't. Something deep inside me told me that the Angel meant what he said, about not telling anyone. If I told, he might leave me.

"Christine! Are you listening to me?" Meg must have been talking to me while I was thinking. I felt bad, I was being so rude, and after all she's done for me!

"I'm sorry Meg. I was thinking. Please, do tell me again?"

"Well I was just telling you about the next performance planned. I think it will be splendid! And you will get to dance with us! Oh, you will enjoy it; I guarantee it!"

"That sounds great Meg" I was having trouble concentrating on what she was saying and hoped that the tone of my voice didn't reflect that.

After awkwardly walking in silence the rest of the way we arrived in a decorative room that was very large. There were three long tables with many people standing and sitting around them visiting while waiting for the event to begin. My stomach twisted at the thought of any of them recognizing me as a thief.

"Let's go sit with the other dancers Christine" I wanted to be alone; perhaps in the chapel. Sitting with the ballerinas was the last place I wanted to be but I didn't want to be a burden to Meg so I followed her. Once we sat down Meg and the other girls began to talk of their performance last night while I sat quietly thinking of the Angel of Music. Every once and a while Meg tried to pull me into the conversation by changing the topic to a more general subject and nudging my arm at an attempt to get me to participate.

I tried to talk with them. I really did. But I found that whenever I opened my mouth to say something the air around us got awkward and judging eyes would stare. I racked my brain for excuses to leave the room but none came to mind. I wanted out so bad, I wished everything was just back to normal, with Papa and I making music and telling stories; but that wasn't the case.

The room suddenly grew quiet as two gentlemen walked in with the managers and Carlotta.

"Everyone, may I introduce to you our two new and defiantly most important patrons, Monsieur Philippe and Monsieur Raoul, The Vicomtes De Chagny. " Everyone Clapped and Carlotta held her head high and struck subtle poses as if they where clapping for her.

I switched my eyes towards the patron named Raoul, something about him seemed familiar. His chestnut hair and his confident stance reminded me of someone. But I didn't let my mind sit on the subject for too long until I began to pull my attention away from the managers and patrons to a more important topic; the voice that hummed to me yesterday. I longed to hear it again and I couldn't wait until six. My heart sank when I saw the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. It was only nine in the morning.

Finally the breakfast was winding down and some people where exiting while others were sitting by empty plates chatting with their bellies stuffed. I was ready to get away as soon as I could since I wasn't having much fun eating with the dancers and hearing an occasional whisper about me from gossipy people.

"Meg, I think I'm going to go and collect some time for myself. I'm feeling a little tired. Please excuse me?" I said in a voice lacking confidence. Meg was engrossed in a conversation about some boy she had a crush on and dismissed me with half of her attention

"Sure Christine. I hope you enjoyed your food. Go rest up."

I began my walk to freedom, or more like almost a jog, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Oh God I wanted to leave, to be away from this uncomfortable room, I didn't wish to stop and make "friends" with someone who would turn on me like Sorelli.

"Excuse me mademoiselle, I am truly sorry if you are in a rush and I am delaying you but this whole morning I couldn't help but notice how familiar you looked. Your name doesn't happen to be Christine Daaé does it?" He thought I was familiar to?

"Yes. Can I help you?" I hoped that I didn't sound cold but I really was ready to leave.

"Well, Miss Daae, I believe I knew your father. He used to give me violin lessons. I also recall him telling stories from the north to us both after you and I would play on the beach."

It all hit me so fast. Memories came flooding back to me of a young boy whom I used to play silly games with and share deep secrets with.

Before I could register my actions I embraced him in a hug. I hoped that after so many years it wasn't too bold of me, but he was the closest person to my father now. He knew my father.

"Raoul! How I missed you when Father and I moved away from the beach house!"

"Speaking of your Father how is he? I trust his music is as perfect as ever?"

"He has passed Raoul, only a few weeks ago."

"Oh. You have my sympathies Christine."

There was an awkward silent pause for a moment until Raul broke it.

"If you're not busy, did you want to take a walk with me to catch up on years that have passed?" He extended his arm almost making it impossible to say no even if I had wanted to.

Erik POV

It felt as though the rest of the cruel world did not exist. All I could think about was how I was going to give a singing lesson to Christine this evening. I had been foolish with my ignorant promises to Christine yesterday and have planned my words more carefully this time so I would not ruin my chances of getting closer to her.

I had just finished working on an arrangement I created for Christine to sing during her lesson and was planning to go check on her. After what happened between her and Buquet I decided it was best that I watched over her as much as I could. With all the attention she was attracting in this Opera house, it was not safe for her to be wandering the hallways alone.

Once I got to the ballet rats' bedroom I saw Christine exiting with the blonde girl. I followed them from up in my secret passage ways to the room where the huge breakfast was taking place in.

Christine looked very uncomfortable when they sat with the other rats. I wished that I could swoop her away and carry her off to my underground home where I would serenade her with music and do my best to make her happy. But I knew such things like that would only be fantasies of mine that I did not deserve to live.

The room soon got quiet and I saw the managers and two fops walk in the room and begin to preach. They where the new patrons. What fools! They were so full of themselves it killed me.

During the whole breakfast one of them kept staring at Christine with a hungry look on his face; a face full of lust. I wanted to hurt him for staring at her like that. Did he not have any manners?

I then decided not to pay any more attention to that animal since he was infuriating me and turned my gaze towards Christine. She looked so enchanting in the blue dress that framed her small shoulders and enhanced her perfectly sculpted collar bone. Her hair was neatly lying on her back in full coco curls. I could only dream of how soft her hair was and how sweet it must smell.

She only picked at her food and she looked as though she was a flamingo in a herd of zebras. Her awkwardness stood out, but so did her beauty.

Once the breakfast was pretty much over with, she got up and almost raced out the door but I noticed one of the fops followed her and began to make conversation before she reached freedom. Then the next thing I knew she was hugging him! Was I really seeing such a thing? My blood boiled at the fact he was getting to embrace her, and I, her Angel of Music could not.

Then he stretched out his arm and began to walk her out of the room towards the main entrance of the Opera to go outside. He was taking her away from my range of protection! What if he himself was the danger?! I wouldn not have Christine put in harm's way so I walked out of the Opera Populaire through my own secret exit and lurked in the welcoming shadows not far from behind them at any time.

So I realize these last few chapters have been pretty repetitive, as far as how Christine says one thing and Erik practically repeats it in his POV. I promise there will be less of that next chapter and there will be other peoples POVs. Yay! Right? Any ways I hope yall liked it and I'm so sorry for any wrong grammar or misspelled words. I wad a little rushed :( anyways, please review, if you do I will thank you personally!

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