Erik's point of view🌹
I thought back to Trixie's offer.
Working at the opera populaire? Opera ghost is back!
"Gustave!" I called out for my son.
"Yes Father?" He replied.
"Would you like to come with me to the Opera Populaire?" I said, knowing his answer.
"Of course!" He squealed with excitement.
I grabbed his hand, and led him to the carriage.
I pulled him away from the main entrance, and to a back passage.
"Father, why are we going this way?" Gustave asked, curiously.
"Gustave, I don't get along with Andre and Firmin. So, we are avoiding them." I answered, curtly.
He followed me to the tunnels.
I heard a voice singing, and singing well.
"He's there, the phantom of the opera! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
I recognised it, and sang along.
"Sing my angel of music!" I commanded.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It complied.
"Sing my angel!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Sing for me!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The voice was ascending as if it always sang this high.
"Sing my angel!'
"Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!"
"Sing!" I commanded, desperate to hear the voice one last time.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It sang, reaching its peak. Then, it died out, and the tunnel was filled with silence.
"Father.. What was that?" Gustave asked, frightened.
"Just someone rehearsing, don't worry." I assured him, lying throughy teeth.
The silence was shattered by off-key piano notes, but quickly resumed.
We continued down the hallway.
When we were almost there, I heard a gasp.
I ran to the end of the passage, and told Gustave to stay there silently. He obided.
I slid open the mirror, and lifted the blanket covering it.
I heard the unmistakable sound of porcelain hitting the cave floor, and cussed.
"Erik?! Someone better start explaining. Right now."
Trixie.
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Angel Of Music
Fanfiction**This story starts after love never dies. After Meg shot Christine, she ran off, not knowing her friend died. Erik was left with Gustave, and is now trying to peice together their shattered lives. Raoul's drinking problem landed him in jail, and n...
