Grinning, I grabbed his hand and shook it, embellishing the way his skin felt against mine. “It’s a deal then.”
“It’s a deal. Now, you still haven’t told me your name.”
I took my hand away from his and laughed. “Oops, I guess I was too caught up to introduce myself. My name is Alice DeLaney. Don’t bother introducing yourself to me, I know everything about you already. Again, don’t ask.”
“Well, Ms. DeLaney, tell me more about yourself.” Erik led me towards a very soft looking sofa and we both sat down.
I cleared my throat. “I’m an aspiring actress and singer. I can play many musical instruments. I just turned 19 a month and three days ago. I get my red hair from my mother. Nothing really that special.” I hated telling people about myself. It made me feel self-conscious.
“A singer, hm? Tell me, what have you done?”
I looked down embarrassed. “Nothing huge. You wouldn’t know.” (Partly because the places haven’t been made yet.)
Suddenly he stood up. “Stand.” I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off. “NOW.” I didn’t bother arguing. I stood up and my heartbeat quickened again. Anything this man does literally sends me into an inferno. “Sing for me.”
My eyes bulged. “Oh no, I can’t-“
“Sing for me, now. And do not make me tell you again.”
I thought for a few seconds on what to sing. I settled on a song from the opera about the man in front of me.
I started off slow and gentle:
“You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Building up courage I sung this part just a little louder.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
I turned and looked to Erik, walking a little closer.
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental seem, for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
I sung this next part with my voice soul. I let myself be Christine, urging my voice to be perfect for Erik.
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Fanfiction“Why doesn’t she just love me back? I’ve given her everything!” Erik was almost in tears in front of me. I bent down next to him and wiped away a stray tear. He looked up into my eyes. “Nobody can choose who they love. Love is a gift, but it is also...
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