"Christine, the Angel of Music will always be with you and watch over you and protect you… even when I'm not…. He…her..."
"Her mother promised the Angel of Music… Her mother promised her…. Her mother promised her… Her mother promised her."
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. I looked around the small room, the moonlight shining through a small window above my bed. I've been having that nightmare for as long as I can remember.
That was 10 years ago. I was just 9 years old when my mother died saving me. She pushed me out of the way of a moving carriage, while I chased after my ball. I was just a child, I didn't know any better. It was the last thing I remember about my mom before she died saving my life. She couldn't even finish her sentence. After that, just cradled my mother's upper body, more like it in my arms. I kept rambling to myself.
Since then, I've with Madame Giry and her daughter, Meg at the Opera Populaire. Meg and I dance in the chorus while we have to listen to the awful singing or screeching in some cases, of Carlotta Gudicelli. The over confident woman, who hailing from 'Espaina' as she says in her thick Catalan accent. It was almost too much to bear sometimes, but with Md. Giry as the Ballet Master at the opera house, there wasn't much I could do. You end up just having to grin and bear it, pointing your toes all the while.
I loved Madame Giry as if she was my own mother and I loved Meg as if she were the sister. They unfortunately weren't my family. They could never be my mother. I sighed heavily to myself as I lied back down on my small bed, my thoughts stuck in the past
My mother was always important to me. When she had died, I was crushed. I had no one in the world, so I thank God every day that Madame Giry took me under her wing. My mother had promised once I reached a certain age, my angel of music would come to me to become my singing tutor. Well he hasn't come yet, and I doubt he ever will at this point. I couldn't help but be slightly cynical about the whole "Angel of Music" idea.
Tossing and turning, I finally found a place that was somewhat comfortable on my bed. After a few minutes of silence, I began to drift on and off into sleep, praying that I wouldn't dream of anything.
Then I heard it.
"Christine, Christine, Chrrriiiissstttiine…" a ghostly voice breathed.
I cocked my head up so fast, that I had nearly become dizzy. I looked again abut my dark room, trying to see if I could find the source of where the voice came from, or if I was going insane.
"Hello?" I asked hoarsely. I got no response. I waited for a few brief, silent minutes, but still no response.
I must have been dreaming then, I thought to myself. I lied my head back onto my pillow, trying to forget that voice. I began to slip back into the world of dreams, when I heard the ghostly voice again, this time it was louder.
"Christine, Christine, Chrrriiiissstttiine…!"
The voice was so gentle and soothing that it almost made me want to fall asleep again, but curiosity got the best of me. Throwing the covers from me, I silently left my bed to look in the hallway to see if it was coming from out there. I scanned up and down the dimly hallway but no one was there. I shrugged, closing the door. There was a light chuckle behind me. I spun around so fast that I lost my balance, and I landed on my backside with a small thud. I felt my face becoming flushed, but I tried shaking the feeling away.
"It's not like anyone was in here to see me," I said to myself aloud.
Another chuckle, "That's where you are wrong, my dear," A velvety voice said. I gasped.
"Wh-who's there?" I stammered, "Reveal yourself at once!" I demanded, though I still sounded like a frightened child. Again, it was laughing. I was beginning to become annoyed, for it seemed like it was toying with me. "Are you mocking me now?" I asked as stern as I could.
"No, no, my girl. I apologize if I have offended you in anyway," The apparition said to me, the mysterious voice entrancing me, word by word.
"O-oh!" I said quietly, " It's okay. Don't worry, please. I'm sorry. I am just tired and it was a long day." I said meekly. I couldn't believe I was talking to someone or something that may or may not exist. I felt foolish, and yet, I felt very comfortable talking to "it".
A quiet, melodious laugh rang through my room. "I know, my dear. If I too, had to listen to "La Carlotta's" voice any longer today, I would be as tired as you are. If M. Laroux could just have the back bone to fire her, you would be singing in her place, finally."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, very puzzled. I have let no one hear me sing since my mother died. I could not bring myself up to sing anymore. It was my mother's and I favorite pass time with one another. We would sing to each other and with each other for hours on end. But when she died, I felt as though that part of me died too. Nobody in the Opera House knows that I sing, if I do, it is usually in the comfort of my room.
"Oh, have you not heard yourself sing?" it exclaimed, "You have the voice of an angel! I am truly mesmerized every time you sing. You truly have a gift." The voice finished sweetly. I blushed again.
"Why thank you." I said quietly. I have never been complimented like that before.
I heard the voice breath a rather large sigh into the room. "I think it is time for you to go to sleep."
I yawned. "I'm not really all that tired," I said with a stretch, but he was right. I meandered back to my bed, my eyes nearly closing as I sat down on my lumpy mattress. I just didn't want my ghostly friend to leave quite yet, I had too many questions, like if I was crazy or not.
"Sleep, my girl. I promise you, I will not leave you." the voice said, as if it could see my fear of it leaving in my mind.
"My ask you a question?" I asked as I crawled into bed, pulling my blankets up.
"Of course." The voice said.
"Are you...?" I had trouble asking because I wanted it to be true but I still had my reservations, "Are you my Angel of Music?"
A moment of silence passed again. "Yes." It simply said. I let out a sigh of relief. I could scarcely believe it
"I have one last question. Are you a 'it', or a 'man'?" I asked sheepishly. I didn't know how to phrase the question, but I desperately wanted to know.
The melodious laugh rang again. " I am a he," was his reply
"Thought so," I murmured. As I was falling asleep, he started to hum a sweet melodious tune. Oh my! I thought dreamily to myself, He truly is my Angel of Music! Only an angel could have a voice like his.
Without even realizing it, I whispered "Goodnight."
"Good night, sleep well. Your Angel will always be here." And before I could count to ten, I was sound asleep.