Why, The Angel Of Music
Chapter 3
Meg rowed her way to shore and then listened. She could hear him weeping as he called out Christine's name. Meg sat down on the steps that lead to upstairs and began to weep with him. She cried and cried with him until her energy was gone and she fell asleep.
In the late night she felt herself being picked up and carried by a black figure. She peered around and found she was being carried down a hallway with many lights., then suddenly she was in her bedroom. The figure lied her down on her bed. A beautiful mans voice called out: "Goodnight, Meg."
"Angle?" Meg said in a low sweet voice, barley opening her eyes.
"Yes?" The beautiful voice sang.
"Thank you…..and you are not….a phantom…..you are truly….. an Angel," Meg said sleepily.
"Thank you," He said with gratitude.
"I am glad you're real," She whispered, but the Phantom was gone.
"Meg? Are you well?" Her mother called from behind her door.
"Yes. I shall be at rehearsals today," Meg responded.
"Very well."
Meg bathed and dressed. As she put up her hair the Angel of Music appeared in the mirror. He seem to be standing next to her. She jumped.
"Miss. Meg , this will only take a moment," He said holding out his hand. She took it and was suddenly in the brightly lit hallway again.
"I am hear to warn you of the chaos you may face this afternoon," Meg stared back at him," You will see…" he explained. "Now lets go before those fools who run my theater notice your absence."