(Back-up a sec for Raoul's part...)
EmmaTheGreat said:
Christine was about to leave with Raoul, but just remembered that she had forgotten something...
"Darling, go ahead... I'll - ...uh...meet up with you in a minute..." she said
She waited for Raoul to agree before she started to make her way to her dressing room...
She walked in and closed the door behind her... she opened the closet where she had put the white dress...
She pulled it out, examined it for a while... then hung it in a more unseen part of her closet...
She then heard a voice...
She looked around, but no one was in sight...
"Who are you? Who's there?" she replied in a soft trembling voice...
Raoul told Christine that she looked beautiful and that he was sure that the audience would be enthralled tonight. He told her she looked like an angel and sounded like one too.
He returned her embrace with his arms around her waist. He kissed her head as she put it on his shoulder. He loved the moments the two of them had together, alone as they can be now. He truly loved her for all that she (I don't know what tense to use... was or is. He loved her for all times before and after this moment).
She said she had to go and would meet up with him in a minute. He agreed and told her that he'd be up in his box surveying the construction of the final set details. He left her with a quick kiss and went away slowly whistling to himself a tune from an opera.
He wasn't too far down the hall when he heard Christine singing and a male's voice replying. The voice was amazing and enthralling, mysterious and deep. Yet, it seemed to be drawing Christine to him.
Angel of Music. Christine told him about her Angel of Music. The Phantom of the Opera. The man who tried to take Christine from him. Eric.
Raoul ran to the props closet nearby and rustled through a props until he found the swords. Newly sharpened and ready for the opera tonight. Raoul unsheathed one to check it and then ran with it down the hall to Christine's room. He checked the door, it was locked. He knocked.
"Christine! Who is that in there with you? Christine?" he yelled in. No reply. He sheathed the sword and started trying to knock the door open. Though the door was newly finished and just put in, he did not care.
"Christine. Don't worry. I'm coming!" he shouted again. He hit the door again and it fell down, he with it. He got up and when he looked around, all he saw was the letter she dropped and the rose. He picked up the rose and gripped it's bulb tightly in his hand. So tightly that the thorns dug into his hand and he bled.
He started to sing in a deep, angry, threatening voice, and yet a loud one so that the angel would hear him, "Angel of Music, I will find you. Do not hurt her, angel. If you love her, you will help her, help her to sing," his voice turned soft and gentle, "like an angel."
With that he left the room. He went to his balcony box and waited for her to come. He kept the sword with him. He was worried and prayed for her safety. He wished he could protect her from his angry love and show Christine that he loved her more than he did and in a pure way. While she was gone, he prayed...
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