Me: Hello my lovely readers it is I nightstar with a new chapter for Guiding Light and writing a point of view. (hope you guys like it!)
Erik: *excited* I do hope they will and by the way dear readers there are only six chapter left! And just in time for Christmas too!
Me: Well it depends Erik, it is the season of giving and since I am in a festive mood I might do something for my viewers in exchange for a small gift of course.
Erik: Oh? What would that be Nightstar?
Me: I am going to sound like a brat but I want at least three reviews (not from the same person though) in exchange for two new chapters. Does that sound reasonable?
Erik: *impressed face* not bad although you seem to give too much for so little, but none the less a good bargain.
Me: *smiles* Well, I guess that's it folks so I present to you this chapter of Guiding Light. Please don't forget to comment and review! :D
Mathew's P.O.V~
(Day of the party 6:30 a.m)
I was up rather early today for two reason: one it's my only niece's birthday today and two I needed to do something about my sister's relationship with Erik. I knew Elena would never do anything about it because she wanted to keep the friendship she had with Erik, and Erik would never admit his feelings for Elena because he didn't see my sister's feelings for him. Why do people complicate love? It is so simple so why make it complicated? Well then again there's the saying that the course of love is never an easy one. Anyways I got up before my sister got up. I quickly dressed in some of my more casual clothing; after all I was getting ready to face my future brother in law.
I quietly moved through the house and got to the front door. It was still dark outside but you could see wisps of el pelo dorado de el sol (the sun's golden hair). For some odd reason the sun's golden rays reminded me of Meg's hair and that thought made me smile but I had to return at the task at hand. I grabbed my coat before going outside, closed the door slowly and began to make my way to the Opera house. As I walking to the Opera House I thought about my sister's love life she had so many suitors... all of them were complete shallow scumbags. Although Elena never did notice him. If only she would observe him a bit more maybe things would have been different. That's life isn't it? Sometimes the person you love doesn't know you are in love with them. However my sister was the pursuit of most "society men" that were complete bastards. The worse was Phillipe. After the incident with my sister, Phillipe retreated to Paris but no one ever heard from him again. I wonder what ever happened to him? Is he in some prison out of the country or is he burning in el infierno (hell)? For all our sake I hope it's the second option.
I snapped out of my train of thoughts right when I was at the foot of the opera house immense steps. I looked up at the building, and I felt a shudder go through. At that moment I felt very insecure and I feared the building. Had it always looked so intimidating? I then took a deep breath and spoke some words of encouragement to myself and started to climb the steps with more and more confidence. I opened the immense door and went straight to my sister's dressing room. As I approached the dressing room I looked and checked to see if anyone was watching me but not a sound was heard, so I entered the room without a second thought. I quickly closed it and went directly to the mirror. I found the opening to the mirror and then just gaped at the entrance before me, I would now be entering a world of eternal music and night (not that there's anything wrong with that). I gulped down my nerves and went into the opening.
(Half an hour later)
I was in a bit of a problema (problem). As simple to put it I was lost. This place is a laberinto (labyrinth) and with every turn I seemed to get myself even more lost. I turned another corner and I stopped I was where I had began a hall with five possible hallways. I eliminated the two that I had gone through and as I was about to try a new tunnel a firm hand placed itself on my shoulder. I quite startled turn around and saw the great Phantom or Erik there with an amused look on his face.
"Monsieur Vega, what a pleasant surprise, I did not expect you to be the type to wander a person's home!" he said with a bit of laughter in his voice.
"I'm sorry I just got lost along the way," I said.
"You could have knocked or as your sister does shouted into the catacombs saying you were coming. Have I not been on my walk today you may have gotten lost for two months!" he said with pure amusement in his voice. I felt my cheeks hot and I full of utter embarrassment knew I started to blush.
"I will keep that in mind next time," I stated trying to stop myself from blushing.
"Well, Monsieur Vega, since my labyrinth made such a complication to your journey to my home I will take you a different route. One of the many routes your sister has learned," Erik beamed as he motioned me to follow him. The route he took me was rather simple and took us to the heart of his home or rather the sitting/drawing room. I looked around and saw the man was very much up to date with the style. He gestured me to sit like any good host would and offered me coffee and croissants since he figured I did not eat anything before departing. I accepted gladly and looked at the Phantom-err- Erik. He quickly but thoroughly made me a cup and then himself one. He then handed me the golden teacup, yes it was a teacup made out of gold!
"Thank you, Phant- I mean Senor Erik," I stated as I held the cup as if it were a valuable treasure which in some way it was. He chuckled at my response and said.
"Monsieur Vega, I implore you to call me Erik. Simply Erik, there is no need to be formal," he said with this child like spark in his eyes and kindness. Those eyes reminded me of what my mother used to say. Aveces las personas mas solitarias son las mas amables (Sometimes the most loneliest people are the most kindest). I smiled at the thought and spoke.
"Alright, Erik but I expect the same from you. I am Mathew just Mathew because Monsieur Vega is my father." He smiled and sat himself in the opposite chair. We began to eat some pastries and drink our coffee which I must admit for a Parisian he knew how to make some delicioso cafe (delicious coffee). We chatted about the Opera House and how things were to be managed, I am the patron after all! He apparently was thrilled that I was willing to negotiate with him and thus went easy on me through the whole negotiation. We talked about music and plays that we knew and loved. Erik had an excellent taste in music and his knowledge surpassed any of my music instructors. We chatted some more on until I noticed the clock chimes it was eight o'clock. I had been chatting with him for an hour and it only seemed a couple of minutes. I knew I still would have a bit of more time. So as he told a rather tasteful joke I entered the topic of my sister.
"Rebecca is extremely excited for her party you know?"
"I imagine she would be!" Erik beamed and eyes soften as he heard the name of my niece.
"You know who else is excited? Elena, she is simply pleased that you are coming!" I claimed with a bit too much enthusiasm.
"She is? Well, Elena does enjoy the company of friends," Erik said with a sad smile.
"Yes that's true... but I have never seen her talk about someone as much as she talks about you. Her eyes light up every time the topic of her lessons come up, and she cares for you much more than a friend!" I exclaimed. I saw Erik's eyes light up and I knew I sparked his interest.
"Oh really? Well, I'm glad she likes the lesson I've-"
"She does not like the lessons, in fact she loves them... but she loves the teacher more," I said without a trace of shame as I sipped on the coffee.
"Mathew, don't bring up falsehoods it is rather rude to do something like that especially to an old man like me," Erik said with his eyes furrowed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"I do not tell lies Erik, my mother, que descanse en paz (may she rest in peace), taught me to never tell a lie. So believe when I say Elena loves you, just as much as you love her," I said with much certainty.
"I-I what?"
"Caramba hombre! (Blimey man!) Don't act dumb Erik! I know you love my sister and if you think I'll stand here and take in your lies you have anoth-"
"Mathew I'm in love with your sister," Erik solemnly said while looking at me straight in the eyes. I knew he was not lying to me. He had the same twinkle in his eyes that my parents had when they looked at each other. We stood there in silence for a while until I cleared my throat and straighten myself up.
"Well at least I didn't have to extract the information from you like I did from my sister. Es testadura (she's stubborn)! Anyways Erik (or should I say brother?) what are you going to do, because personally I do not like Miguel Iglesias at all! He is too flamboyant for my sister and Rebecca absolutely does not like him," I said while looking a the clock.
"I have a plan Mathew but I am terrified of Elena's reaction," Erik confessed while looking like a nervous pubescent boy. I smiled and shook my head at this revelation.
"You have nothing to worry about Erik... Look at the time I have to go! My sister, though as stubborn as she is, loves you Erik. Well, now I really have to go I have to see to Rebecca's cake and her gift. I'll see you at the party Erik. Adios!" I said as I marched out I faintly heard a goodbye. This party was going to be the best party I had the pleasure of attending and hosting.