A/N Just an fyi to anyone who didn't quite get what I was going for. I'm trying to mirror Leroux's writing style hence the extreme dramaticness and liberal use of exclamation points. I'm not just super hyper active. But here I'm going to try a more modern sounding normal tone see if people prefer that.
Also I intended to maintain the same voice for each character when using the modern songs by restricting each person to one artist (such as that Erik will stay Corey Taylor not because Corey can sing too well or anything but because his songs often have many parallels with Erik's portrayal in the original POTO). That said I will deviate from the artist I choose for each character if there's another song with lyrics that are better incorporated into the POTO storyline. Like in this chapter I really did not want Christine to sing Beyonce songs but hey if the glove fits.
Anyways enough of my blabbering here's a second chapter
I don't know what I had expected. That I, some small towner with no money, would be able to somehow have an incredibly successful singing career in a matter of months? That saving all of my money to go to Paris would change my life? Make me someone remembered by all? Someone worth writing about, listening to, discussing?
It sounds so naïve and ridiculous once you think about it.
Despite all my work and dreams, in Paris I was seen exactly as I was seen in Sweden. Ordinary. Actually I was seen as less than I was back at home because at least there I was noticed and regarded as talented.
Here I'm just another faceless background chorus girl.
What's worse is that my current situation seems to have not a prospect of changing. Now that I've seen what the true professionals sound like I understand. Now that I'm aware of the types of people who attain such success I know someone like me would never have a chance. These people aren't born, they are made.
People like Sorelli, who've been molded from childhood to become one of 'them'. Even people like Meg who have a family that is in 'those' circles. I on the other hand, have never even had formal training.
I might as well leave now.
The only thing holding me back from leaving is the fact that there's not much left back in Sweden either.
Though to be fair things had been greatly improving for me lately, ever since about a month ago when one night-
"Christine you ought to run through your part tonight, your dynamics need work" I glanced behind me to find Mme. Fontaine the conductor distracting me from my reverie.
"Yes I'll pay more attention to that" I replied distractedly.
"You seem quite tired lately is everything fine?"
No most definitely not, I thought. I haven't slept completely through the night since that night I had the first dream.
Or perhaps not a dream, more of a visitation was what it seemed like. I had an entirely normal day going through the same routine as always when he visited me for the first time. It was nearly midnight and I was unable to sleep, my mind filled with thoughts about how pointless moving here had become. Just extremely stressed to the point of a breakdown when I heard what seemed like my mirror speak to me.
I can't recall the first thing he said I was too amazed by the way he said it, with a voice so smooth and calming, almost seductive that I for a moment completely forgot my worries. I wasn't even disturbed by the fact that there was a strange man's voice coming from inside my room despite all the eerie events that had occurred lately. Perhaps that was because I was half asleep though.
"Oh! Sorry I was distracted Mme. Fontaine yes I'm fine thank you,"
She gave me a perplexed look then walked off.
Anyways since that time the voice has visited me almost every night. Well sometimes in the evening others in the middle of the night.
At one point I feared I was losing my grip on reality.
I remember I was training with him, as he made it clear he wanted to help me, advance in my career though at the time I was unsure as to why when I had asked who he was and he actually answered.
"I am… the angel of music"
Then what are you doing sneaking around in my bedroom? I wondered. But as the days passed I came to accept it. Some things are better left unquestioned. Now I even look forward to his visits. They've in fact become the one bright part of my life here at the opera house.
It was early but having nothing better to do I retired to my bed to sleep and await the angel.
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?
I suppose I ought not to be so eager. Not with everything that had been going on lately. Fool, you ought to have at least a trace of fear I chided myself.
Dead bodies had been found around the opera house. First the body of some man named Joe, then another. Everyone else was panicking and the entire house had been shrouded with a curtain of dread and apprehension.
I seemed to be the only person not worried about the deaths. In fact with exception to being tired more frequently my temperament had improved since the angel's visits.
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
I wasn't suspicious of him though at times he seemed anything but divine. He was emotional in a humanlike way. He had troubles and cares that an angel wouldn't have.
But I trusted him.
My guilt pleasure As long as he's here I'll be floating on air
After all he's my only true companion in this place. The only one who actually cares about what I have to say. Which is somewhat pitiful because I cannot even mention him to anyone. They'd think me insane.
I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side
Until then I will remain here steadily improving and he will remain my secret angel of the night.
A/N Don't worry there will be plenty of actual person to person interaction in the next chapters and the song is Sweet Dreams by Beyonce