Chapter seven | Through the mirror
Cadenza
Raoul stood up from where he had been sitting and moved the chair he had been sitting in back to the spot at the table.
After I had told him the story of the Angel of Music, he had gotten an idea.
"No doubt about it." He started as he came towards me. "And now, we'll go to supper!" He said before my face dropped in fear for him.
"No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict!" I argued back to him, but he kept persisting. "I shan't keep you up late." He said as he collected his coat.
I started to shout "No, Raoul..." before he interrupted me by saying, "You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes, Little Caddy" and with that, he left the room. I ran after him, but quickly realised that the door had been Locke from the outside.
I called out to him, but it was useless. I hurried back to my dressing table and put the things I had used for my hair away and said to myself, "Things have changed, Raoul!"
I then heard a voice shouting throughout my room and realised that it must have been the Angel of Music.
"Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor,
Sharing in my triumph!"
I replied to the voice by singing,
"Angel!
I hear you speak, I listen.
Stay by my side, Guide me.
Angel!
My soul was weak, Forgive me.
Enter at last, Master!"
I then heard the voice start singing along with me. It said to me,
"Flattering child,
You shall know me,
See why in shadow I hide!
Look at your face in the mirror,
I am there inside!"
I looked at my mirror to see, that in the middle stood a man in a formal attire with half of a mask on his face. I then, out of nowhere, began to sing to the mirror.
"Angel of Music!
Guide and Guardian!
Grant to my your glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange angel!"
Once I had stopped singing, I could hear the figure calling out to me.
"I am your Angel of Music.
Come to me, Angel of Music."
By that time, the glass of the mirror had moved to the side and revealed a secret door. Could hear the door handle jiggle and Raoul's voice. "Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?"
He touted into he room through the gap between the two doors. He tried to open the door again to see that it had been locked from the inside.
The voice called out again, with his hand stretched out in front of him for me to take. Which I, willingly, stepped forward to take the figures hand.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Le fantôme de l'opera
FanficA young ballerina travels back in time to where the phantom of the opera owns the Opera Garnier or as she knows it, the Palais Garnier. She quickly discovers that the stories and secrets she had been willing to explore were all true. But will she f...
