The Last Opera

You are music (old draft)

In one Opera house in Paris, two companions sang to each other in a sweet melody made of apologies, forgiveness, and acceptance. Both only hearing their voices ring out in the large golden opera house where beauty was created by uglyness in the catacombs of down below.

The voices of the man playing Faust was drowned out by Erik's and Christine's voice flowing out to each other, one from the stage and the other from booth five at the side.
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Once Erik heard her voice, her sweet voix dégoulinante de miel (1) he felt his now cooling sick pale body, become warm at the sound of Christine's voice which he never thought he'd hear ever again.

His eyes widened when the sound of Christine's voice as it seeped through the catacombs and made their way all around to Erik's dying body.

It took almost every muscle in his body to prop him self and stand up, all while savoring that sweet sweet voice he helped shape into perfection.

That reminded him of his happiest days of his cold lonely life, and Christine was all he ever needed.

He stood up and tumbled around, yet he couldn't be stopped.

Erik dressed him self in his black clothes with the ruffled white shirt, along with his black cane which consealed a sword he would later use.

He hazely made his way up the stairs and into the dark dank corridors of his home, he grunted, fumbled, and coughed out loudly, yet all he did was keep going until the very end.

Erik could hear the opera come to an end began to hurry as to see her sing to a full house of people
Just like he promised she would that day.

"Oh, how lucky they are up there, to hear the very sounds god can make.
The most beautiful thing in the world is that of her voice. Tis' like entering Eden it's self." Erik thought to himself.

"Presque là .... ma Christine" (2)

Erik opens the door to booth five, ready to see what he could of the opera.
He hid in the shadows of the booth so the actors and audience may not find him or notice.

One did. Looking up from the stage singing towards the booth as if she was looking for something, or someone.

"Oui, c'est toi... je t'aime..."
(Yes, it's you, I love you)
"Oui, c'est toi! je t'aime!"

Erik slowly walked out of the shadows when Christine sang to him those words of acceptance and love toward him, and him only.

He seemed completely in shock and mesmerized at his Christine that he didn't care if he walked all the way out the shadows to be seen by the police who have hunted him.

"Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime..."
(Yes, it's me, I love you)
"Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime!"

Erik sang out for everyone in the audience to hear and turn, of course his only focus was Christine and their song.

All through out the Opera.
A jealous lover.
A melancholy father.
An angry Faust.
A suprised audience, composer, and orchestra.
A gun pointed right at him.

"Alerte! alerte! ou vous êtes perdus!
Si vous tardez encor je ne m'en mêle plus!" Yelled Mephisto.

The voices of the man playing Faust was drowned out by Erik's and Christine's voice flowing out to each other. A beautiful combination of dark and light.

Erik Carrière and Christine Daaé had their melodies intertwined
A voice Erik raised up to become what it was always meant to be.

Erik payed no mind to any of the things that were happening around him, his only focus was at Christine.