Kelsey's POV
" like him don't you?"father asked.
"No!"
Father gave me the, "are you sure?Are you lying?" look on his face.
"Alright. I like him."
"Knew it! One point for umm... O.G. and zero points for you."Father was never that enthusiastic. He was always calm and soothing.I just went with it and laughed my butt off.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Am I a monster?"
Erik's POV
"Am I a monster?" my daughter asked me. That shocked me. That's what I was afraid of.
"No. You're not. You're beautiful."
"But, what if Gustave gets scared of my face? What if-"
Love's a curious thing
It often comes disguised
Look at love the wrong way
It goes unrecognized
So look with your hear
tAnd not with your eyes
A heart understands
A heart never lies
Believe what it feels
And trust what it shows
Look with your heart
The heart always knows
Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start
So open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right
Learn from someone who knows
Make sure you don't forget
Love you misunderstand
Is love that you'll regret
Kelsey sang after me:
Father,
Look with your heart
And not with your eyes
The heart can't be fooled
I said:
The heart is too wise
my daughter said:
Forget what you think
Me:
Ignore what you hear
Both of us:
Look with your heart
It always sees clear
Kelsey:
Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start
I said the last part:
But open your arms
And close your eyes tight
Look with your heart
And when it finds love
Your heart will be right

I held my daughter tightly. I could not let go. Kelsey fell asleep in my arms. She needed sleep anyway for her nightmare,and to teach Gustave the music of the night. The 16 year-old girl slept in my arms. I carried the sleeping child to the bed and set her down ever so gently. I kissed her forehead and walked out of the room. Then, I went back up to the opera. I was back where I left off. Well, almost. I went back up to box five, to see Gustave with a man. Oh no... That's the man who killed me! They were having a conversation I could not hear; they were all the way down there and I was all the way up here. How will I tell this to Kelsey? I will tell her after they perform Don Juan Triumphant. That will give her some time. I saw Firmin and Andre in the manager's room. They were talking about Kelsey. I heard her name, spoken by Firmin. I quietly made my way to the manager's room; not making a peep. I walked in slowly.
Then, Andre and Firmin turned to see me. I made a replica of my mask so I my face was not seen. Andre and Firmin were about to scream, but I raised a hand; I waited for silence. They calmed down.
"I need to talk of my daughter Kelsey. Her face, back and stomach was cut, scratched and whipped. Is Gustave related to the man who has done this and has killed me?"
The men were speechless.
"I want answers messieurs."
"He is Raoul Berkins sir."
"Raoul...Raoul...Is he the vicomte? De Changey?"
"Yes."
"He tried to kill my daughter! He is an idiot! Always drunk that one... I have to tell you about my daughter's past. Then you will know the pain that she's gone through."
"Go on monsieur. We're listening."
They'd better listen.
"Kelsey was born a few days after Christine and Raoul got married. Raoul got drunk every night, and put everything they ever had. They went in great amounts of debt. Christine left the child to be cared for by another couple. Christine pretended to be her aunt. But, when she got shot... she told Kelsey that I was her father and she was her mother. The poor child yearned for her mother. I raised her. I haven't seen the vicomte since of Christine 's passing, and now she has lost me, but I visit when she needs me... Did you say Burkins? Related to Gustave Burkins?"
"Yes. He is his son. Now we understand the pain of your daughter."
"Kelsey's face has been cut, her back has been slashed, and her stomach is covered with rashes. Gustave... she is in love with a killer's son! My god! Thank you men. I need to think this through."
Kelsey's POV
I was woken up by my father's deep, soothing voice. I smiled at him when I opened my eyes.
"Did you sleep well ma cherie?"
"Yes father. I slept well. Is Gustave here yet? Oh! I have to meet him at the mirror! "
"I will be here."
I jumped out of bed and quickly put on my cape. I ran up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me, but the deep slash from the whip were giving my legs an extra hard time walking. I finally stood in front of the entrance to the outside world. I heard footsteps coming. It was Gustave.
"I am your Angel of Music, come to the Angel of Music, I am your Angel of Music, come to the Angel of Music."
I pulled an arm out and held my hand out for him to take it. He took my hand in his as he stepped through the mirror.