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"Here we are. This used to be Carlotta's room but now you can use it." Christine smiled happily. Her hair framed her face and curled gently down her back. To be quiet honest her hair makes me jealous. She is quiet a beautiful girl.
"Yay! Okay Shhh be quiet so mother doesn't hear." Meg shushed correcting her outburst.
"Why can't your mother hear?" I asked puzzled. Wait who was her mother?
"Oh, Madame Giry gets upset about the matter." Christine explained.
Madame Giry, her mother is Madame Giry? No wonder she was such a great dancer, she taught by Madame Giry.
"Oh, well let's be quiet so as not to alarm her." I giggled. The girls giggled back happily. They both seemed very mature until I saw their silly sides. I assumed Christine was about sixteen or seventeen, and Meg was slightly younger. That puts them very close to my age actually. Since I turned seventeen three months ago.
"Okay tell me." I said giddily as we entered the Prima Donna's room. Meg almost lept into the room as if she were dancing on stage, her blonde curls trailing behind her.
"Alright, where should is start?"
"Tell her about Box Five!" Christine said excitedly.
"Okay, Box five is the ghost's Box. That's where he sits to watch the performances. Although no one ever sees him." That's preposterous! How can he watch something if he doesn't attend? "My mother actually keeps for Box Five!" Meg said sounding overjoyed.
"Really?" I asked, "I thought she was the Ballet Mistress."
"No, no she is. But during performances she is the one who runs that box." Meg stated, her Hazel eyes now looking serious. "She said that she can hear his voice but when she looks around the box He is never there!" She smiled deviously. "But Joseph Bouquet saw him once!"
"Who?" I asked puzzled.
"Joseph Bouquet! He works in the flies." She pointed out, jumping from her seat and grabbing a black blanket from the foot of my bed. "Like yellow parchment is his skin," a giggle escaped my lips, "a great black hole serves as the nose which never grew," this time Christine tried to suppress a giggle as Meg snuck around her trying to blend into the shadows, "You must always be on your guard! Or he will catch you with his Magical Lasso!" Meg pretended to choke herself as out of nowhere her mother stormed in.
"Those who speak of what they know, find too late the truth in silence is wise," She was angry as she saw the blanket rapped around megs shoulders like a cloak, "Meg Giry! Hold your tongue!" she gave Meg a glance of disappointment then turned to Christine and I, who were sitting on the two chairs behind her. "He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!" She grabbed Meg by the shoulder and stormed out.
Meg gave us a worried glance and she was gone. "I should go too." Christine spoke up the minute they left.
"Why? I mean not to intrude but, you don't have to leave." I said trying to get her to stay. So far she was my best friend even if she didn't know it.
"Mmm, well my An-umm my teacher is strict and wants me to meet him at about this time." She said cautiously. I noticed she tried to avoid a few words.
"Your teacher? Oh the one who gives you singing lessons?" I said happily. "Can I come it sound very fun!"
"No!" she snapped at me taking me aback. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't know what has gotten into me today." She apologized.
"No, no don't be sorry, I shouldn't have intruded like that." I said realizing this was very important to her. She smiled as I waved goodbye, and left.
What on Earth was that? She didn't seem like the type to snap so easily. Maybe it had something to do with her teacher. She is just under pressure, my mind defended her, yet she was so jumpy about the subject.
I had to know what bothered her so. I quietly crept out the door, and looked around. I heard foots steps down the corridor on the right. That has to be Christine! I followed the sound and saw going down the hall.
I followed her down through the dimly lit hallway, wondering why she didn't keep to the light as she had before. She turned the corner and I quietly followed her. As we went down through the Opera house and made our way to the stage, her paced became slower; as if she was scared. Then I saw her tremble slightly. She went to center stage and looked around. I waited silently in the shadows. Who is her teacher? My mind asked, Why is she so defensive over him, and why is she standing on the dark stage at night? All alone.
Then my questions were put to a sudden end. I heard a voice come from the stage. I looked around but saw no one. There the voice was again it came from the rafters. No one was there. But the voice kept calling, it called out her name.
"Christine, Christine." I heard it say.
"Angel?" Christine called back. Angel? She thinks this is an Angel? I had too admit though the voice was heavenly.
"Yes Christine, I am here." I was astonished. An angel at the Opera house!
"Angel of music, Guide and Guardian, grant to me your glory!" Christine sung her voice was beautiful. She was so well taught. There was no way I had a better voice then her. But I dare not say a thing at this point.
"Flattering child, whatever is the matter?" The voice came and bounced around the room. This truly was the voice of an Angel. But never in my years had I heard of an Angel of Music.
"Master? I am so sorry." She said sadly. She must have meant that she was sorry for not getting the part. Right then I felt horrible.
"Child, do not be sorry." The voice spoke cooingly. "What on Earth have your to be sorry for?"
"I didn't get the part, Angel." She spoke at a hushed tone, disappointment in her voice.
Well that's what I got for now!
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