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Now, in case you are curious. This story is really Clara based. She's my main character, however, I'm trying to spread out the povs of the characters. I wont tell you who ends up with who, but the outcome you may or may not like, I am trying to make it so it has verity to please everyone.
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You know that feeling you get when the time passes by without you? How it feels like your floating in reality and you blink and time just passes without your knowledge?
That is how Rose felt.
She opened her mouth to sing for the new mangers, she blinked, and there she was on stage. Holding the last note of the song. Wearing the most beautiful dress she's ever seen or wore, and her hair was curled with diamonds weave into it to make it look like stars surrounded in sunlight.
She closed her mouth and everyone stood applauding. She gave her bow, and left the stage.
The show was over. She couldn't believe it! Years of learning and practicing with her angel and she finally got to show it.
She felt overwhelmed.
She needed a chance to breathe.
So, she ran.
Down the halls, down the stairs, into the small chapel and collapsed in front of the candle for Peter Tyler, her father.
"Hi, Daddy." She smiled at it, "I did it. I hope that I have made you proud."
She grabbed a stick, stole a flame from another candle and guided it to her father's candle.
She took a deep breath, faintly she heard her name.
"Rose."
"Rose."
"Bravo Rose Tyler."
the last one she smiled at. It was her angel! He was pleased!
"Rose!" Clara rushed over and hugged her tightly,
"Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really you were perfect!
I only wish I knew your secret,
who is your new tutor?"
'Well...I know who.' Clara thought, but sang it anyways giving her friend a friendly squeeze.
" When my mother brought me here to live, whenever I come down here alone, to light a candle for my father. A voice from above." she said passionately, not caring she's told her friend all this before. "And in my dreams...He was always there. You see, when my father laid there dying, he took my hand and thanked me for being there with him and told me I would never be alone. He told me I will be protected by an angel. An angel of music."
Clara was used to this conversation and new the answer, but she once again asked, "Do you believe it's true? Do you think an angel tutored you?" Curious if the bowtie, fez, and mask-wearing Doctor had been dropping any hints.
"Who else would it be? Who?" Rose looked up at the ceiling and began singing.
"Father once spoke of an angel
I used to dream he'd appear
Now as I sing,
I can sense him
And I know he's here
Here in this room
he calls me softly
Somewhere inside hiding
Somehow I know
he's always with me
He, the unseen genius.."
Clara rolled her eyes, 'This will feed his ego for sure...' She opened her mouth and joined the song,
"Rose, you must have been dreaming
Stories like this can't come true
Rose, you are talking in riddles
And it's not like you"
Rose raised her voice, showing off in her high notes, overpowering Clara's,
"Angle of Music
Guide and guardian Grant to me your glory"
They sang, voices overlapping each other
"Who is this angel
This... Angel of Music?"
"Hide no longer
Secret and strange and joy
He's with me, even now"
"Your hands are cold"
"All around you"
"Your face, Rose, is white"
"It frightens me"
"Don't be frightened.."
Clara walked Rose to her dressing room, where Ms. Song was waiting for them. "I'll see you later, Rosie." Clara smiled, which Rose returned. She left The room and ran upstairs to the roof to wait for the Doctor.
The Doctor was so proud. The girl he taught, the girl he loved, sang as the Prima Donna in the Opera. He was so happy! He...he had to reveal himself. He had to express his feelings. He had to show her how much she means to him and how he longed for her. His green eyes watched as Rose and that Dr, Smith reunited. 'He'll have to go...maybe I can make her forget about him?' he thought, wicked thoughts forming in his head.
He continued watching, his eyes drawn to the male for some reason. 'He looks familiar...do I know him?' he shook his head and looked back at Rose with a love-struck expression on his face.
Dr. Smith left. It was time. He pulled a lever and the vents opened, blowing out the candles. A trick he learned all those years ago when they first started their lessons.
For some reason, he felt a nagging in the back of his mind that strangely sounds like Clara. He was forgetting something. He shrugged it off. He'll figure it out later. He cleared his throat and sang. His voice floating around the room,
"Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor,
sharing in my triumph!"
Rose's head snapped up and blushed deeply, but sang in reply,
"Angel!
I hear you!
Speak, I listen... stay by my side, guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me...
enter at last, Master!"
He frowned at the name, his mind flashing back to his childhood. He shook his head again, not the time. He sang,
"Flattering child you shall know me,
see why in shadow I hide!
Look at your face in the mirror -
I am there inside!"
Rose turned her head to the mirror and froze. There was a face. A real face, covered with a mask. 'Why? Why cover himself?' she thought, she stepped forward,
"Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange angel"
The Doctor had to suppress a grin and held out his hand to her. 'That's it...good girl.'
"I am your Angel of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music..."
He could hear the faint voice of Smith, but it was too late. She was coming with him.