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"Stop, that was perfect!" My father said beaming.
"But I didn't finish."
"You didn't need to it was beautiful!" My father was proud and so was I. I looked around cautiously; every face had a smile on it. Then I looked in Madame Giry's direction; she didn't have a smile she looked closely at the girl with brown curls, with sad eyes.
Great I thought, I took away her chance to sing and now she hates me. But I didn't do it on perpose though. Come on Emily say something!
"Wait!" I yelled over the cheers and happiness. Suddenly everyone was quiet. I could feel their eyes surrounding me and carefully watching me.
"What is it child?" Father said curiously.
"It's her turn." I said bluntly. "Let her sing now."
"But- I, she's just a-"Father stuttered.
"I know. Let her sing. Madame Giry said she was well taught, so give her a chance to.. well… audition."
"Very well. Come on, just, just." My father said trying to will her up next to me. Once she was beside me she smiled nervously.
God she is shier than I am!
Christine's POV
Why me? I know she was just be nice but the moment she opened her mouth her voice was like an angel. I knew my Angel of Music would be disappointed. I almost had the chance to be a Prima Donna. But when she sang her voice was far too outstanding to compete with how could I do this? I sounded nothing like her!
"Go ahead." She said. Okay I though time to be rejected.
"No!" a cry escaped. A few moments later I realized it was me who shouted out.
"Why not?" Monsieur Firman gawked.
"I can't sing as beautiful as her." My voice sounded firm, not only surprising Firman but also myself.
"Very well shall we um leave?" Andre asked the girl next to me.
"No uncle I rather stay you go on ahead." She said smiling a pleasant smile. She watched as they left then instantly drew closer. "Why didn't you sing?" she said puzzled.
"I can't sing as well as you Mademoiselle." I said nervously. Why was she taking to me? Did she want to rub it in and soak up the glory? Did she find it amusing to taunt a poor chorus girl? Oh how the rich cruelly treated normal poor ones.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry." I looked at her confused. Sorry? Why was she sorry?
"W-what, why?"
"Surely you must have noticed? I-I didn't want to sing nor take attention away from you. My father suggested it." She said almost mournfully.
"No, no, I was much to, well s-shy to sing anyway." She looked at me in awe.
"Really? But you looked so confident until my father spoke up." She said looking around as if he were starring right at us.
"No Madame I was terrified." I trembled as the words seeped from my mouth.
"Please, call me Emily." She said with a genuinely, friendly smile.