No one would listen…
Erik sat next to the lake, staring at his reflection in the water. “No one would listen to me…” He whispered to himself. He took off his mask and stared at his face in the water. He could hardly look at himself. He quickly put it back on and glanced around the room at all of his drawings of the woman he loved. Christine was back in the world above. He shook his head and sighed, sadly. Why did she have to see his face? She only got a small and quick glance… but still…
He got to his feet and played a couple notes on the piano. His world just wasn’t right without… without her there with him. All of these years he had been alone. He had been shamed into solitude.
Everyone despised him. They threw him aside, and shunned him. Then suddenly, a voice filled his mind. The voice cried out that he was not alone. The voice told him that it heard his torments and tears. That voice was Christine’s. Erik held a pencil sketch of her in his hands and stared at her beautiful face.
“No one would listen… No one… but her…”Erik picked up the rose off the desk, and stared at it, thinking about his love for Christine.
“No one but her…” he whispered as he gave into tears.
Carly Lotta sat in her dressing room, warming up her voice, She sang high notes, low notes, and long continuous notes. Erik spotted her water bottle that she was drinking from behind the wall, he moved the brick out of the way very silently, and snatched the water bottle. He began to pour clear liquid glue into the water. He winced and groaned as Carly hit another high note. It sounded just so awful to him.
He finished with the water, moved the brick, placed the water back on the counter, and moved it back into place again.
He grinned deviously and climbed up into the dark rafters in the ceiling.
“Miss Lotta, it is almost show time!” Carly was dressed in a full out pink dress with loads and loads of makeup on. It was show time.
Meanwhile, in the other dressing room, Christine sat in front of the mirror, tears streaming down her face. She loved to sing, and it was obvious that her dream of becoming the star of the theatre was never going to be realized, now that Carly Lotta was back…
Christine wiped her tears away and resumed putting her light makeup on. She was playing a silent role… but more important… she was frightened. She was terrified of the Phantom. She could not sleep or do anything without the lights on. Every sound or creak that she heard, she jumped or went to get Mrs. Giry or Meg. They explained to her that no one was there, but she didn’t believe it. To her, he was always there. He was always watching her, and she knew that one day, he would take her, and he would never let her go. Christine sobbed at the thought of it. She would never escape him, all because she saw his face.
And his FACE.
It was the most horrifying, ugly thing she had ever laid eyes on! She didn’t even get to see all of it before he threw her to the ground and began cursing and screaming at her!
Christine glanced at her phone to see sixteen new messages from Raoul. Each of them were demanding her to answer him, but she didn’t want to. She did not want to talk to him or anyone right now. She was just so afraid that HE would do something terrible to them.
All of this just so that he could have her all to himself.
A knock on the door caused her to jump and her eyes to widen in fear. “Who is it?! What do you want?!”
Meg opened the door very slowly, and stared at her friend with concern. She wore a white ballerina skirt with a white frilly tank top. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a curly ponytail, with white ribbons in her hair. “Are you alright, Christine? You’ve been acting weird since you got back… and where did you go anyway?”
Christine hesitated, but then spoke with trembling words, “I… I was at Starbucks. I decided to stop for a cup of coffee on the way back to my apartment, but I fell asleep sitting in the booth.”
Meg rose an eyebrow, but then shrugged. “Well okay… but the stage managers told me to tell you to get backstage, because the audience is already taking their seat.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Christine? Listen, I’m sorry things turned out this way… if it makes you feel any better, Carly doesn’t deserve to be on that stage… you do. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”
Christine attempted to smile at her friend, but she just couldn’t. “Thank you, Meg. I’ll be there in a minute.” Without a word, Meg exited the room, heading for the backstage.