A Slave Looking for the Angel of Music

Truth Can Either Save You or Kill You

Again I do not any of the original chararcters or songs and again sorry for no video. Read carefully, things have changed.

Anne Eve’s POV

We were now in our hotel room. Christine was at the window in front of the balcony in a white dress. I was sitting on the stool in front of the piano nut my back was to it. Raoul didn’t get to see Hammerstein so now he was storming across the room ranting/singing, 

What a dreadful town

What a vulgar place

What an awful mistake

To have come here

To be on display

In that shameless way

For the crude,

Common lower-class scum here

How could he dare

To treat us so?

Gustave came running in with a new toy the trio had given him. I smiled as he made his way over to Raoul singing

Father, Dear,

Come play with me

Come and see

This toy I’ve got

Raoul on the other hand walked right past his son as he kept ranting

What a snub at most

From our so-called host

Did he think sending freaks

Would be funny?

Could the fool have thought

That our pride was bought?

By his filthy

American money?

What a farce

What an outright

Slap in the face

It’s an utter disgrace

Raoul was now digging through the globe which contained alcohol. Gustave was kneeling beside me on the piano seat with his new toy in between us. Raoul turned to Christine

I’ve got a mind to pack and go.

Never you mind the debts we owe.

Who would believe

We’ve sunk this low?

Gustave again tried to get his father’s attention,

“Father, please,

Come play with me”

Raoul yelled, “Gustave, enough! The answer’s no.” I felt Gustave tense as he was yelled at. I quickly pulled him into my arms, kissed his head, and whispered, “It’s alright” into his ear. He nodded and turned away from me to the piano and started playing. It was beautiful but nothing I had ever heard. I turned and found him playing from a score that was sitting on the piano’s music stand. I saw that Christine was now watching her son with interest. Raoul on the other hand said, “Must you play now?” I let out a heavy sigh as Gustave continued but answered, “I think it’s beautiful.” Raoul sneered, “What is it anyway?” Christine had started walking towards the piano as Gustave replied, “I don’t know. It was just here on the piano.” Raoul raised his voice once more, “Well, it hurts my head.” Gustave got done from the bench but before he could go any farther I stopped him by lightly holding his shoulders, “I think it was beautiful as well Gustave you did very well.” Christine was now at Raoul’s side and she said, “Please let’s not fight, dear. I’m sure Mr. Hammerstein never intended a slight, dear.” Raoul didn’t bother to listen again as he picked up his ranting/singing as if he hadn’t dropped it