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The Phantom of the Opera: A Beauty and a Beast (Guile and Melody)

The.constant teasing was starting to upset Christine again, but she ignored them, as always. "Alright, I'm coming." She trotted along, unknowingly beside him. "Wait for me!" For every one of his steps, she had to take two steps, making it much harder on her until she finally made it down her corridor. With her room in sight, Christine picked up her speed. "Almost there!" She.announced, throwing her door open and escaping into her tiny world. "Well, here we are, Erik."
 
Erik found himself behind her mirror once more, smiling at her excitement as she burst into the room. Holding back laughter, Erik watched her as she entered. "Wonderful!" He could hardly contain himself, his own excitement was growing. "Let's start with a simple scale - I wish to hear what you sound like as of right now. Do not worry about how you sound, I will make your voice very beautiful, I promise. I must know what it sounds like right now, though. Here, listen closely and repeat after me." Erik opened his mouth and sung the scale for her, keeping his voice soft but ever so dynamic.
 
His music, though it was an ever so simple scale, was heaven to little Daae's ears and heart. "Oh, o-okay..." she heard his song in her head. Repeating the scale, save for a single missed note, she smiled brightly, certain that she.was correct, though she wasn't. "I did it! I did it!" She was so happily jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.
 
Erik listened to her intently. He smiled and almost laughed at her excitement. He hardly had the heart to tell her she wasn't entirely right. "Yes, you did very well, Christine." His voice was full of joy. "However, as your teacher I'm obligated to correct you." He mentioned her missed note and a few off pitches, but was kind and patient about it. "Listen again." He suggested before repeating the scale again. "Now, try once more." You could almost hear the smile in his words.
 
With the missed notes and pitches in mind, she repeated the scale. Once. Twice. Three times, still missing something, until finally, she got it right. "Is that better? I tried to get it right." She felt terrible that she was being so difficult, but the voices of the other children kept running through her mind. "Did I get it right?"
 
Erik listened patiently, smiling as he taught his first ever student to do a scale. When she got it right at least, Erik felt like clapping for her, though he held his composure. "Marvelous, Christine! That was splendid!" He was telling the truth too. "Yes, you got it right. Now, remember as we start singing songs and getting more in-depth with our practices, do not forget to do your scales. They are important, I promise. Even when they become easy to do." Erik smiled, once again, despite the fact that she couldn't see him.
 
"Oh, yes! Yes, I will!" She promised him. "I'll practice all day long and you'll be very happy with me." She assured him. "Can we do a song now?" She begged, though she knew that with a song, she would fail and fail again before she got it right. "Just a few lines, please?" It took all she could just to stay in one place. "I promise it will only be a few lines."
 
Erik thought about her request, smiling. Well, she had promised him to practice as he asked. She had been quite brave and had actually worked to sing the scale for him..."I suppose we can." Erik finally agreed, giving in, unable to deny her. He started thinking about what they could sing, then he remembered a song from an opera that they had put on in this House not to long ago. "Do you know Think of Me?" He asked her at last.
 
"Think of Me? Where did I hear that song?" She tapped her chin, thinking of all the shows that her father had ever taken her to. "Hmm." She finally remembered. "Il Muto!" She cried in excitement. "Oh, that was one of my favorites! The poor page boy couldn't talk!"
 
Erik finally let out a laugh at her excitement. "Yes, very good!" He had to take a few moments to compose himself before he was able to ask her. "Do you know the words to it, or shall I help you? Please, it is perfectly alright if you don't know them." He waited, smiling still because of her outburst, for her answer.
 
"No, no, I've got it, my friend." She thought about that play for the next few minutes. "Il Muto, Il Muto..." she repeated this name a few times more. "Yes, the ever so lovely Countess!" She ran the song through her mind, then, opened up her little mouth and started singing. "Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye! Remember me, once in a while, please, promise me you'll try!" She took a deep breath, picturing herself as the Countess one day. "When you find, that once again you long, to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me..."
 
Erik waited for her to begin. When at last she did, Erik found that he was unable to take his eyes from her. He actually sat down where he was, watching and listening intently. Though neither of them knew it, they were both envisioning her as the Countess some day. And did that thought ever bring a smile to Erik's face and a flutter to his heart.
 
Christine wasn't sure of whether or not he wanted her to continue, for she said that she only wanted to do a few lines. "Excuse me, but did you say that you wished for me to continue the whole song?" She asked, once again rocking back and forth on her feet. "I'm not sure of what you asked me." She spoke true. Raoul had returned to mourn the loss of an ever so dear friend to him. A man like a second father to the young boy, Gustav Daae. "Christine, where are you?" He knocked on several doors.
 
Oh!" Erik exclaimed, standing again as if she could see him. "Forgive me, I was lost in thought." He smiled and shook his head. "No, no you did just as I asked. A few lines is good for now. You did wonderfully, by the way." He was silent for a few moments, then heard the voice of another calling out to Christine. "It seems...you have a friend searching for you." The idea that someone else would come and take Christine from him angered Erik slightly. Or, perhaps it just made him jealous.
 
He knocked on several more doors, until, finally, he came upon the door that now looked so familiar, his little Lottie's door. "Christine?" He asked again, pushing the door open. "Little Lottie, are you alright?" He wanted so desperately to know. Christine jumped, then turned her back on the Phantom. "Raoul, I am just fine." Her face flushed, afraid that he would ridicule her for speaking to herself again.
 
Erik watched the scenario before him, finding himself pressed against the glass intently gazing upon this boy whose name was Raoul. Just the sound of the boy's name made Erik jealous and he wished more than anything that this Raoul would go. However, at the same time Erik hoped that Raoul would say something hurtful to Christine. It would bring him great pleasure to chase this kid out of here personally.
 
De Chagney grinned at her. "Good." Then, his face relaxed all muscle. "My condolences, Lottie. Gustav was a good man." He came forward and hugged his friend and, hopefully, in the future, his wife. Taking her hand in his and then bringing it to his lips, he murmured. "I want you to know, with absolute certainty, that you are not alone." He let go when Christine's face turned from that pearly peach to burning crimson.
 
Erik wished he could look away, for the scene in front of him was making him sick. The longer Raoul gazed into Christine's eyes, the more Erik started to hate him. Of course she isn't alone, you fool! She has me! He wanted to scream, but he could not give himself away. Plus, if he hurt Christine's friend...she would never forgive him. However, as Raoul placed his lips on Christine's hand, Erik felt tears forming in his eyes. He tried blinking them away, thinking that he was being ridiculous about all of this. Though, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't shake this sadness that plagued his heart.
 
Christine knew that this was probably hurting her friend. Feeling the intensity that she had creeping over her, she gently pulled her hand from Raoul's grasp. "Raoul, I thank you." She smiled at him, then kissed his cheek. "I thank you for being here with me, for me." Looking back at the mirror, Christine's face was one of guilt. "Raoul, I'm fine. You must go. Your parents should be looking for you." With one last hug, Raoul left as he was told.
 
Erik wiped the tears from his eyes shamefully. He had seen the look on Christine's face and he felt horrible. Though, he had to admit, he was glad that Raoul was gone. There was a long silence between them where Erik did not speak. Yet, once he was sure Raoul was far enough away, he spoke to Christine. He forced himself to keep his voice steady and did not allow it to crack or waver. "Do not look so guilty." He asked of her, softly. "You did nothing wrong."
 
She wiped away the atrocious look of guilt that was plastered to her face. "That was Raoul De Chagney. He's my friend." She explained to her teacher. " He's a nice person. He would never hurt me." She walked, quietly, up to the mirror, an apologetic look still in her eyes. "I hope that I didn't upset you."
 
Erik swallowed hard and looked down at the ground guiltily, unable to stand that kind look in her eyes. For, it was he who was in the wrong here. Christine nor Raoul did anything...Erik was letting his jealousy get the better of him. "I trust that he is good to you." He finally got out, still unable to look up at her. "If he ever does, for any reason, hurt you, you will tell me, yes?" He added, just as an afterthought. Then, Erik found himself lying to her for the first time, to his dismay. "You did not upset me. All is well, my Christine."
 
Christine hugged the mirror as best she could, surprisingly, getting some sort of warmth to radiate from it. "No, I was not polite. I should have introduced you to Raoul." She smiled at the thought. "You would have been fast friends!" She added, hoping that he would agree. "But, why would you ask that? He wouldn't do that. But, should he ever, I will tell you immediately." She assured him.
 
Erik could feel her warmth as she hugged the mirror, which he leaned against lightly, pressing his forehead to it and wishing so much that he could be on the other side with her. "I'm afraid, Christine, that it is best if you do not introduce us. I'm sorry, I know that you trust and care for him. Unfortunately, I doubt he would be as accepting of me as you are." He paused, thinking of a way to answer her question without upsetting her. "I just want to make sure you'll be alright. It's not that I don't trust him..." Erik didn't know if that was true or not, "...I just wanted you to know that I want you to tell me if someone hurts you. Just in case, I wanted you to know that."
 
Christine knew of her father's last request of this creature, whoever he was. Whatever he was. "Yes, Erik. I will tell you if I am bothered by anyone." She promised him that. She looked directly into the mirror and could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of a face, so frightening, yet, so kind. Pushing that thought from the depths of her memory, she released the mirror. "Do you think...maybe someday, you'll trust me enough to let me see you?" She murmured. "I would love that so much. I would only want a hug." She promised. "I miss them."
 

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