Hey guys! Thank you so much for all your reviews, you are great! As JudgePhansexy pointed out to me, I have been using the name "Ral" instead of "Raoul". I have been using this as a nick-name for him, because if you listen to her in the play and in the music it sounds like she says "Ral" more than "Raoul". It could just be a bad annunciation, but I took it and made this into a nick-name for him I guess. If this bothers you, please tell me and I'll stop. Another thing, I'm going to try and update at least every other day, but bear with me because there in another thing I have decided to do which (and if I say this wrong please excuse me) is called 50,000 words for November, which is where you write 50,000 words for an original novel on the month of November. Unfortunately, fanfics don't count, so I have to keep my grades up, do fanfic, do about 2,000 words a day, and manage to keep a social life. Please pray for me lol. So without further ado, here you are! Please R&R! Btw this is the stage version of this scene not the movie.
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"Try to think that love's not around Still it's uncomfortably near My poor old heart ain't gaining any ground Because my angel eyes ain't here
"Those Angel eyes ,They glow unbearably bright Need I say that my love's misspent Misspent with angel eyes tonight
"Pardon me but I got to run The fact's uncommonly clear I got to find who's now the number one And why my angel eyes ain't here Excuse me while I disappear…"
Angel Eyes, Frank Sinatra
Christine's POV
I watched Carlotta strutting around the stage like a peacock flaunting it's feathers. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore her screeching while I attempted to clear my mind for the task ahead. I knew what I had to do, but I knew I would also regret it later for I knew it would break his heart/
Now Piangi was on stage. " If I do not forget myself and laugh!" That was my cue. I skipped on stage and tried to sing the notes as happily as I could, snatching an apple from the center piece. I looked around for my Angel. Usually I could see him even when others couldn't, but for some reason he was hidden from me tonight. The funny thing was, though, is that I could sense him close, which scared me.
I heard the curtain close behind me but didn't dare look back. Your on stage, I reminded myself , Act like it.
And then he started singing.
I knew that voice anywhere. That was my Angel's voice. I felt him right behind me, so I skipped over to the opposite side of the stage, refusing to fall under his trance like the rest of the audience had. He walked slowly to me. I couldn't see his face because of the black cloak cast over it, but I knew it was him.
He reached me and I tried to taunt him with the apple, but he took it from my hand, handing my the prop cup instead to "drink" the contents. I turned to move again but felt his strong hand clasp my shoulder and push me back to the curtain that contained the bed. I knew this was the choreography, but my goodness, the emotion, the passion, it all felt so real. I pulled away and sat on the bench once more, only to have him sit beside me. He traced his finger lightly over my collar-bone, neck, chest, then back up again. I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing he could feel my heart flutter beneath his gentle touch.
I stood up and began to sing my part. The passion in my voice almost seemed to much for him to handle because he began to rub his thighs rhythmically back and forth, trembling. I was driving him crazy!
I now walked behind him and clasped my hands in his. I leaned into my Angel, hands still clasped, and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, rubbing our intertwined hands across his chest.
" When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom…" I opened my eyes and they met right with Raoul's. They burned with anger and pain. I knew I was breaking his heart. I tried to break away from Erik's grasp, but he stood up and his strong voice met with mine. I began to grow weak at the knees, knowing what was about to happen. I quickly reached up and cast the hood away from his face, revealing his mask to the audience. His glowing eyes met with mine and he gasped from my betrayal. The theater grew so quiet you could hear the ragged breathing from the breath-taken audience. Before Erik could pull away I clasped his hands in mine. The pain in his expression broke my heart. Raoul had already assembled his men. No! I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let them hurt my Angel!
In slow motion, I saw the officer caulk his gun, aiming for Erik. Knowing what I had to do, I jumped in front of him, feeling a hot pain slice through my left shoulder. I heard some screaming and commotion, but the last thing I remembered was my Angel scooping me up into his arms as all went black.
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There you go! Please R&R!