"Hey, MOM!! I'm going behind the stage for a look!" I yelled across the decrepit stage.
"Ok Christine! Just BE careful!" she hollered back.
As you already know, my name is Christine, Christine Le Cour. My mother named me after my great-great-great-grandmother, Christine Daae. My mother thought I would do great things, like follow my passion for singing, if I was named after her. Well, that did not happen. Instead of singing in front of thousands, I'm stuck cleaning up the ruins of ancient places in front of no one.
You see, my mom is an archeologist, and a history museum in Paris called her up and asked her to excavate and clean up the once world renown, Opera-Populaire, so they can have up and working again. Don't get me wrong, I love to help my mom, but I'm kind of tired of cleaning and excavating. Once you've done one, you've done them all.
But on the other hand, I'm really excited about this site. This was the place where my great-great-great-grandmother was made famous and where the legend of the "Opera Ghost" was born.
When I was young, my grandmother would tell me stories about this place, and the mysterious phantom. She told me that he was not actually a ghost, but an angel. That he was the Angel of Music, and she also told me that if I was really good, he would visit me.
She told me that when I was six, so that was 11 years ago. And the "Angel of Music", yeah, he hasn't visited me yet. So that's how I ended up here, working with my mom.
I pulled my long, black hair back, and was on my way to the stage. As I was walking, I couldn't help but get the feeling that I was being…. Watched. I felt this chill crawl up my spine the entire time I was walking to the stage.
Once I finally reached the stage, that feeling just completely disappeared. That always happened to me when I got out on the stage, all my feelings of sadness, anxiety or anything like that, just went away. I always felt so at peace, so calmed.
I climbed onto the stage and I looked around; Even though the place was in shambles, I could see how amazingly beautiful it was. The place was intricately decorated with sculptures and painting. Pillars that held what remained of the place, were painted gold and red. The sight was spectacular.
After I was done admiring, I finally made it up onto the stage. I looked around the ancient stage, looking for artifacts and junk alike and got to work.
After a while, I got sick and tired of the silence, I've always hated the silence. I looked around, just to make sure no one was a around. I took a deep breath and started to sing one of my favorite songs. I would always sing if I want to get rid of the silence.
This song was special to me, my mom and my grandmother used to sing it to me when I was little to put me to sleep.
Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to me, your glory!
Angel of Music, hide no longer!
Secret and strange, Angel!
After singing a few verses of it and picking up some debris off the stage, I heard clapping. I dropped the things out of my hands, scared stiff and the hairs on the back were standing on end.
"Wh-Who's there?" I called out. I looked all around, but no one was there.
"Bravi, Bravi, Bravissmi!" A voice echoed.
My green eyes scanned the entire theater, trying to locate the sound of this voice.
"Don't stop, please don't stop! I am just here to find the source of the this heavenly sound.." It said again.
I blushed. No one has ever said that to me.
"Who are you and what are you doing here??" I asked amazed and petrified, trying to sound strong and defiant at the same time.
"It does not matter now.. You will know in due time.." the voice said. It almost sounded as if it was singing.
"Who and where ARE you?" I called up again, to the balconies. I got no response from this "thing". I waited for what seemed like forever. I began to walk slowly backwards. Then it called out again.
"Christine, do not fear me! I am here for YOU! For you have called me.. I am your Angel of Music!"
I stopped in mid step.
"How do you know my name?" I stiffly asked.
I got no response. 'What was that all about?' I asked myself as I moved off the stage slowly. As I walked away, I kept thinking what just happened was all in my head, it had to be, I heard something fall softly behind me. I spun around.
Behind me feet was a perfectly fresh rose, and at the base of the rose was a black silk ribbon, fancied into a bow. I picked up, realizing it felt heavier than a normal rose. I took a closer look and what I found astounded me.
It was probably the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen and it was pretty big too. It was a big, circle diamond in the middle and then surrounded by other little diamonds. It kind of reminded me of something that mom and grandmother talked about. Then it clicked. I ran out of the main stage to find try and find my mother.
"Mom.. Mom..MOM!! Where are you?!" I called out to her, frantically looking for her. "I think I found something you might want to see!!"
"Honey settle down!! You look like you just seen a ghost!" she said as she walked over to me. "Now, where's the fire?" she joked.
As I was trying to catch my breath, I took the ring off the rose and thrusted the ring to her. I hid the rose before she realized that there was one.
What I failed to mention was that this ring had belong to my great-great-great-grandmother. My grandmother had told me that she had lost after the "great disaster", but nothing more than that, just that the Opera Popiulaire burned down.
Well, back to my mother.
"Well, what is this?" she said, looking puzzled by the rose. "I'm not sure if I follow.."
"Well, take a closer look!!" I said exasperatedly.
She inspected the ring more carefully and gasped.
"No WAY!! Where did you find this??" she exclaimed. "I can't believe this!! This is amazing!! Oh my GOD!" I have never seen her so excited before in my life, so, it was cool to see her like this. Her eyes glowed, like a little kid in a candy shop.
"You still haven't told me.. How DID you come across this?"
"Ummm.. Well.." I started. I couldn't just tell her that I found this antique heirloom, belonging to my great-great-great grandmother. Well.. Technically, I didn't find it. It was given to me by some unknown voice, who called himself my angel of music. But I don't think she believe me. She might ask if I hit my head or something. Or if I lost a few nuts and bolts.
"I found it on the stage.. While I was cleaning up. I was so shocked, that I just had to show it to you!!" I lied. It's hard, really hard for me to lie, especially to my mom, but I think she bought it.
"I still can't believe it! Oh, Christine, you do know this belong to your-"
"Yes, mom, I do know who it belongs to." I said, cutting her off.
"You know, I thought about putting this on display back in the museum in Paris, but I think it you should keep it." She with a smile.
I gasped. "Mom! Really?? But, it's old and valuable, like it should belong in a museum… I'm not saying I don't want it.. It's just, I don't know-"
"Shh." She said, putting her finger to my lips. "Keep it. It's yours."
I didn't know what to say, so I just hugged her.
"Thanks mom! It's so pretty!!" I said in awe, while admiring my new ring.
"She would want you to have it, I can feel it" she said. "Well, it's time to get back to work. You too, Christine. Be careful, okay?"