~ Clare's P.o.v ~
I was walking around the theatre which was pitch black. Most girls my age would get oh so frightened by this and run back to bed. My father raised me to be confident. I wasn't scared walking around the theatre by myself this late at night.
Anyways….. I started to go in every room of the theatre. My father wanted me to figure this place out I just know it. So I did just that. I went from room to room to room to room. Nothing! I was just about to give up for the night when I heard a voice. Not just any voice. The voice from my dream. It was very quiet, but that didn't matter to me. I could hear it very clear. It was so smooth. Erotic. Gentle. Soothing.
"Soon my Clareabelle. You will understand" said the voice. "I will understand what? Who are you?"
Then I heard a door close. Sigh. I gave up for the night. But tomorrow I would DEMAND an answer from the voice that held so many answers I needed to know. Maybe this voice could help me find my 'Angel of Music'. That is if this voice is even real. I may be going mad from the death of my father.
~ The next Morning ~
"Good morning Clare." "Morning Cindy" I smile at her. I'm still trying to get to know her, but something about her just makes me feel safe. And if my father really did trust her I knew I could too.
~ The Voice's P.o.v ~
She's grown up now. She must have the gift of her father. The voice of an angel. I'll just have to find out myself. I just don't know when. She wants. Needs. Answers that I have. I'm just not ready to tell her. I have always wanted her to be mine since I first saw her many years ago. It wouldn't be fair to her though, she deserves to have a handsome boy who will take care of her. But Oh My God. The way her long curls naturally hang loose. And her perfectly curvy body. Her voice. She will be mine and no one else's.
~ Cindy's P.o.v ~
An envelope was on my nightstand when I woke up. One of HIS envelopes sealed with a bloody red skull on the back.
It read:
Dear Madame,
I see Miss Clare Diane Edwards has arrived.You know what I am supposed to do with her. And you know what my plans for her are. HA! You have known my plans for a very long time. I suggest you warn those moronic 'owners' of my theatre that she will be the star of this theatre or else. Ps. I still have not received my payment for this month's rent.
~ Clare's P.o.v ~
After getting to know everybody more at breakfast and having Jake constantly flirting with me Cindy took me to the costume section to find a dress to put on for today since I have no cclothes of my own with me. She tied my corset first, then helped me put on a beautiful black dress with lavender sequins going from my breast down my waist to the bottom of the dress on the left side of the dress. Now she combed through my natural long curly hair.
It was now time for me to sing for everyone. I wasn't nervous at all. I did start to get emotional though. I haven't sang since my dad …
Here we go…
Jake - Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again
Jake And I - You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
Me - They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me
Jake - But through my tears breaks a blinding light
Birthing a dawn to this endless night
Arms outstretched, awaiting me
An open embrace upon a bleeding tree
Me - Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
After we finished everybody clapped. The owners were so fond of me they decided to make me the star of the show the next night. I had a lot of songs to learn very quickly, but I wasn't worried. Cindy worked on vocal exercises with me and then we went over my songs. I learned very quickly the way she taught, but it was nothing like my father's way of teaching or like the voice in my head that always tells me right from wrong.
~ A few hours later ~
We were practicing on stage with costumes and props for tomorrow night's show. Everything was going fine and we were enjoying each other's talents.
Suddenly I heard everybody gasp when an envelope dropped onto the stage. It fell right by my foot. One of the very annoying girls from the orchestra named Jenna was about to grab it when Cindy said "stop!" I looked up at her. "The envelope fell by Clare. It is meant for her." I was confused once again, but I picked up the envelope and opened the bloody red skull stamp on the back.
It read:
My, My Clare Diane Edwards,
You have grown up into a beautiful mature woman. And your voice is what I figured it would sound like. You're an angel in disguise. I look forward to having our first lesson soon. Till then my angel – Yours truly.
I stood there dumbfounded. Who the fuck is this from? Could it be my angel of music? Could this be a sick joke to freak me out from a random person at the theatre?
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