Once again I don't own Phantom, its music, or Seattle and its buildings, enjoy!

I'll try and make the future entries longer, for now I'll do them this length because I have things going on lately.

Chapter 2- Christine's POV

The shadow of a tall, thin and caped figure played back in my mind as I drove to go pick up Meg from ballet. The shadow must have been someone, the whisper story didn't sound all that logical. Maybe it was a homeless guy living down there, I don't know.

I paid and parked, then went inside of the McCaw Hall where Meg was having her recital in a week or so. Walking down the vast glass hall and into the large auditorium where she was practicing, I could hear a screech of a ballet teacher telling her students their one-two-three's.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. Come on ladies and gents, keep those toes pointed…and jump!" Meg's instructor yelled as I walked down the large red aisle. "Ok, that's good for to-night. Thank you everyone."

Meg waved to me, mouthing something about being right back and changing. I nodded with a smile in return, the room went silent a few seconds later. I was alone in the vast sea of chairs but I could feel I wasn't alone.

"Hello?" I looked around and sighed, "This is silly." I said as I got up on to the stage, turned around and looked out to the abyss of emptiness. I put my hand above my eyes to shade the spot lights, looking for the pair of eyes I could feel upon me. There it was, that same shadowed figure in one of the upper boxes, I smiled sheepishly. Clearing my throat I began to sing,

"Angel of Music, hide no longer…" The room echoes in silent applause.

"Brava, brava, bramisimo." I heard a whisper, almost like it was in my ear,

"Hello?" I looked about, and to the shadow's box which was empty. I looked behind me, the curtains moved from someone or something moving it, I walked towards it slowly, with curiosity.

"Hell-" I was caught off.

"Don't come any closer, stay!"

"And why is that?" I answered to the mysterious man's voice.

"Be-because I'm sick." The voice then produced a few fake coughs, I laughed.

"No your not, I can tell that was fake."

"Oh?...Well sing some more would you? Your laugh, your voice is sounds of that of an angel."

"Its not all that great really, but if you insist." I turned around to face the empty room again and took a deep breath,

"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.

Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music, her father promised her.

Her father promised her…" I trailed off, looking behind my shoulder to the curtain.

"Continue, Madam."

I nodded and took another deep breath,

"You were once my one companion,

You were all that mattered.

You were once a friend and father,

Then my world was…shat- shat…"

I began to cry, thinking of my poor father, "I'm sorry I couldn't finish for you sir. Its… Its just too painful.

"That's quite understandable, you were magnific though." The bodiless voice began to clap. "If its not too rude to ask but who are you?" I turned to the curtain.

"How rude of me, for I am—well you could call me the Angel of Music."

"Oh?" I smirked, "Why'd it take you so long to come to me?"

Angel chuckled, "You can't rush perfection, my dear. It comes in time..."