Scene Five — Reintroduction/Voice Of An Angel

Granny Smith led Christine through the double doors and into a small room, the floors and walls littered with bouquets and gifts of all sorts. "No." she said to the crowd of ponies outside, wanting to speak with Christine. Once she and the songstress were both inside the room, she shouted "No..!" once more before quickly closing the door and locking it afterwards.

She sighed and then turned to Christine with a smile. "You did very well." She turned and plucked something from a nearby table, proceeding to canter over to the white coated mare and hand her a single rose, a black velvet ribbon tied in a bow around its midway. "He is pleased with you." was all that she said before slowly making her way from the room, leaving Christine alone.

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"Ah, Vicomte!" Flim said exuberantly, a large smile on his face as his brother called out as well. "Vicomte!" he said, quickly drawing the attention of the smiling grey stallion and stopping him in front of them, and right in front of Christine's rooms door. The two brothers were each holding a bundle of flowers in one of their forelegs and wearing very bright smiles.

The stallions spacey black eyes stared back silently as Flim spoke once again. "I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daaé!" he said gladly, his brother suggestively adding, "Ah, perhaps we could, um, present her, to you?" he said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Grey spoke calmly as he struggled to keep his smile through his serious thoughts. "Gentlecolts, if you wouldn't mind, this is one visit that I'd prefer to make unaccompanied." He smiled forcefully and began to turn away to continue in, but paused and turned back around. He gently took one of the flower bundles from the brothers as he said, "Thank you." and proceeded into the room.

The two brothers beheld equally confused and stunned impressions as they spoke to each other. "It would appear they've met before." Flim stated, his brother quickly responding with a simple "Yes." Their expressions remained the same as they watched the pale grey stallion open the door slightly.

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Christine sat peacefully in front a circular mirror as she tended to getting the crystal flowers from her hair. She had yet to change out of her costume from the show, as her procedure was undisrupted by an opening door behind her. A grey head poked in through the ajar door, and then a full body.

The face spoke softly as it smiled. "Little Lotte, let her mind wander." it said. The voice slowly made Christine pause what she was doing, her expression that of thought as she slowly lifted her head. "Little Lotte thought; am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or of shoes..?" the smiling unicorn continued, closing the door behind him with his magic.

Christine now knew for sure who it was that had entered her room, a smile gracing her white face as she watched him stride closer still. "Grey.." she said gently, Grey giving off a light chuckle as he continued his reminiscent speech. "Or of riddles or frocks..?"

Christine let off her own silent giggle as her mind drifted to that of childhood memories. "Those pick-nicks in the attic.." she said, watching as the unicorn set down the flowers on a table. "Or of chocolates..?" he continued still, finishing his thought as he slowly sat down beside the white mare.

"Father playing the violin." she said, smiling brightly at the presence of her old friend, so close to her again. "As we read to each other dark stories of the north." Grey finished her thought, his own smile only growing larger as Christine spoke. "No- what I love best, Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed.."

She gently sang the next words to her former love. "And the angel of music sings songs in my head." Christine and Grey gladly repeated the line together, their two voices harmonizing in a dramatically dark and beautiful way. Afterwards, Grey leaned forward and gently wrapped his forelegs around his long lost friend.

"You sang like an angel tonight." he said sweetly to her, his embrace being returned for a short moment before ending entirely as he sat back. Christine looked at him and smiled tenderly, speaking in a calm and happy tone. "Father said; When I am in heaven, child, I shall send the angel of music to you." She paused for a moment to let Grey absorb this minor detail before continuing. "Well, my father is edad, Grey, and I have been visited by the angel of music."

Grey's eyes widened as he sat back slightly, nodding his head once and saying matter-of-factly, "Oh, no doubt!" He paused and then stood as he spoke his next words. "And now, we go to supper." He began walking back towards the door, but stopped when he heard Christine say "No, Grey." At this, he turned to face her, a confused look on his face.

"The angel of music is very strict..!" she said with a slightly sad tone, smiling faintly up at Grey as he began to smile back. "Well, I shan't keep your plate." he said sarcastically as he turned towards the door once more, Christine insistently denying herself the ability to go.

"Grey, no." she said, watching him as he turned again, his horn glowing as the door slowly began to open. "You must change! I'll order my carriage, two minutes Little Lotte!~" he said brightly, trotting out the door and ignoring the final plea of the white mare. "No, Grey, wait!" she said, standing quickly and stretching a hoof towards the door, clearly to no avail.

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As the door shut, it became apparent that the crowd of ponies that had crowded the area earlier had left. A dark figure lurked in the shadows of the darkened House, watching silently as that certain blue and red maned unicorn trotted away from Christine's room.

Unbeknownst to Grey, there had been a key hanging from the lock in the door, and he had left it there when he had left. Once he was clearly out of earshot of any movements the figure may make, he slowly walked forward, reaching out and turning the key slowly and quietly, locking the door fully before removing the key without a whisper and departing the scene.

The only pony left to see this act at the time was a certain older green mare, standing idly by against a wall as the figure did its business. She turned away after a moment and slowly walked away in a different direction, knowing fully what was happening at the time.

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Christine stepped out from behind a changing station [[If anyone knows what those stand-up things are called that people change behind in dressing rooms or whatever, please tell me!!]] as she buttoned her blouse, the candles in the room suddenly going out with an unnatural gust of wind. Little to Christine's knowledge, this was happening all around the House; the lights all suddenly dying out like this.

She was utterly frightened by this, and quickly tried to make her leave, but she was stopped by a loud booming voice from nowhere. "Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" it said, the voice a familiar deep song welded into Christine's mind. She was stuck dead in her tracks as she turned to try and see the carrier of the voice.

"Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" it sang in a disappointed and displeased tone. Christine's face remained blank and calm as she sang in a soft voice back to her angel, "Angel, I hear you! Speak. I listen. Stay by my side, guide me!" she pleaded, her voices loudness never reaching that above a conversation level.

"Angel, my soul was weak. Forgive me.." she sang. Her face contorted slinky into an expression of guilty sadness as she apologized to her unseen tutor. "Enter at last, master!" These words were close to being interrupted as the angel began to sing once more, his own voice now calm as it echoed through the room.

"Flattering child, you shall know me," said he, "see why in shadow I hide!" Christine began slowly walking towards the mirror as if an unseen force was beckoning her to do so. "Look at your face in the mirror. I am there, inside!" the angel boomed, his figure slowly coming into view behind the shining glass pane of the mirror.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!" Christine begged, ever so slowly approaching the mirror, the 'angel's figure coming into clear view. "Angel of music, hide no longer! Come to me strange angel!" As she neared the mirror now, the 'angel' began to repeatedly sing a single line to her. "I am your angel of music.. Come to the angel of music.."

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Grey desperately tried to jiggle the door handle open, but his success was unobtainable. "Christine!" he shouted, trying to gain her attention. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside. A loud, echoing voice. "Who was that voice.." he asked himself as his motives suddenly grew twice as urgent. "Christine!!"

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"I am your angel of music.. Come to the angel of music.." the figure repeated still, one of his hooves gently outstretched in wait. Christine continued to approach the figure, as if in a trance of some sort. "Christine?! Who is that in there?!" a voice called from outside the door, barely being heard thought the nearly soundproof walls.

Eventually, it was to late, and as Christine placed her hoof into the phantoms, [[IMAGINATION TIME!!~]] an organ blared a solidly dramatic chord. She stepped through the now nonexistent mirror with the 'angel's hoof still in hers. He was leading her somewhere. Somewhere that the light of day [[Sponsoring my own story on accident, woo!]] did not dare reach; the domain of the Phantom Of The Opera.