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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:28 pm
Ok, so, if your a fan of the movie, this is a continuation of the wonderful epic story of everyone's favorite angel of music. This tells the story of what happens after Christine has left, and the future that awaits.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:50 pm
Prologue:
It had been 2 in the morning before Erik could see her. She came cloaked in black, the shadows welcoming her. Welcoming her back to her phantom. He could see her brunette curls and green eyes. He wanted to see his Christine.
Sadly this fantasy was not real as Natassia Spanyar pulled off her hood. It had been 3 years since his angel of music had been married. He could not forget her. He had tried, he truly had. He met Natassia who became his only compaion, and soon his lover. Despite their relationship, she could never replace the missing piece of his heart. So he sent Natassia away, he could not give her the love she longed for.
"Why are you here?", he asked in a very neutral voice. Natassia reached her tiny hand and touched his face. She brought it back as if she'd been burned. It then ran through her red curls. "Erik fate has brought us here for a reason." "I told you Natassia," he sighed,"I cannot give you love." "It isn't that Erik," she sighed, "I've met someone and I love him, I love him a lot. But, there is one problem..." "Which is?, he asked becoming irritated. Natassia hesitated before turning around and walking to the carriage in the shadows.
When Natassia returned, she held a boundle in her hands. "Is that-" "A child. Yes, and she's our child," Natassia said. Erik took the baby in his arms. "Have you named her?" "No," Natassia replied, "I cannot keep her. My fiancee refuses to take her in, and I refuse to leave her on the streets. I knew I could come to you...Please take care of her."
He watched her leave and looked back to the sleeping baby. He took her down to his laire, and sat her in the bed. She then awoke, her blue eyes giving away who's child she was. She cooed as she saw him and he laughed, "Your name will be...Elysia."
Author's Note:
Alright, so everyone knows, I've changed a couple of things. Phantom of the Opera originally takes place in 1870, but the way I've arranged my story, Phantom of the Opera 1 takes place in 1908, which is when Christine has left the Opera House.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:51 pm
Chapter 1:
Christian de Chagney entered the Opera House. He looked around at all the extravigant features, before directing himself to the auditorium, He smiled upon seeing his lovely sister Rachelle, who was singing her number in the show.
"Pray God you can come
I stand outside this woman's work
This woman's world"
He smiled and sat in the front seat where he could see clearly.
"Oh it's hard on the man
Now his part is over
Now, stand against the crowd
for the father
I know you had a little life in the end
I know yuou had a lot of strenght left
I know you had a lot of strenght left
I should be crying but I just can't let it show
"Stop!" Rachelle sighed brushing away her bangs, "Yes sir?" "Oh no Ms. de Chagney it is not you. The dancers need to get their legs higher! Take a break everyone and be ready to continue in ten minutes." Rachelle smiled upon seeing her brother and she leaped from the stage to embrace him.
Though they were brother and sister they looked nothing alike, Rachelle had the blonde de chagney hair from her grandmother and aqua tealish eyes. She was very thin, very petite, Christian had brown curly hair and big brown eyes with a muscular build. Rachelle was pale and Christian was well tanned. Even though they looked nothing a like, they loved each other to the point they could read each others minds.
"Alright," the conductor began, " I want both my leads on the stage." The couple entered from the side of the stage. "Alright, now from the beginning Monsier Corren." The melody came through Benjamin Corren's ears and he began to sing to his fiancee and costar Charlotte Sparier,
"Never knew, I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change-"
"Mr. Corren," the conductor shouted, "Why would you audition for a tenor role if you cannot sing the high part?" " I am a tenor sir," Benjamin objected. "Then sing it!" Christian smiled as his fiancee, Fleur Vincore who walked to him and Rachelle. "Good to see you Christian," she smiled. "You too Fleur, he replied kissing her hand lightly. "Fleur do you think she will appear tonight?" Rachelle asked. "I would think so," Fleur answered "She always does." "Who?" asked Christian. "The Phantom of the Opera", Rachelle answered, "The night of the show, she comes and takes the lead females place."
"Stop!", the conductor screamed, "Mr. Corren, you must not hear me clear, sing at the range you are suppose to!" "I'm trying!", Benjamin yelled back, "Why haven't you even listened to Charlotte yet? Don't you need to critique her too?!" "Not to be insensative darling," Charlotte replied, "But perhaps Mr. Hoggart thinks my voice is perfect as it stands." Rachelle noticed a letter fall infront of herslef and Fleur. Automatically she say the emblem and knew it was the infamus Opera Ghost. She handed it to Fleur who nodded and walked to the stage. "Mr. Hoggar?" "Um yes Ms. Vincore?" "The Opera Ghost has sent us another letter." "Oh?" Fleur opened the letter and began to read it.
"She says she will be in the show tonight," Fleur said "And..." "Well? Out with it ms. Vincore," Mr. Hoggart said sternly, Fleur cleared her throat, "And that our lead male could learn improvement from a toad."
"That's it!", Benjamin screamed, "I refuse to perform if she insists I could learn from a toad!" "I'm leaving too!," Charlotte screamed, "I will not be understudy to a myth!" Mr. Hoggart spent a good fifteen minutes pleading with Benjamin to stay. "What is this all about?", asked Christian. "Charlotte and Benjamin," Rachelle laughed, "They are both divas and I truly cannot decide who I like less."
Mr. Hoggart returned, "Well now, not only has she lost me my lead, but my show! How can I replace him opening night?!" "Christian!," Fleur cried, "Christian could sing the part!" Christian's eyes widened, "Fleur I-" "Come here sir," Mr, Hoggart interrupted, I need to have a look at you." Christian stood on the stage with Rachelle and Fleur beside him as Mr. Hoggart examined him. His eyes were sharp and besitant. "I suppose he'll do," Mr. Hoggart sighed, "Dress him and get ready!"
Fleur grabbed Christian's hand and pulled him into the dressing room. Rachelle smiled, "Fleur, since he's my brother and all, I think I should-" "Oh," Fleur said blushing, "Of course, I should be going." She kissed Christian's cheek, "For luck." As she left he smiled fakely, almost to reassure himself. Rachelle looked on the rack of clothes and found the suit she wanted handing it to him. "Change," She said, "And tell me once you've finished." Christian nodded. For a long time, there was an awckward silence. Christian was buttoning his shirt when Rachelle's voice broke the quiet, "Do you love her Christian?"
Christian's hands paused, then he continued. "Well of course," he laughted, "If I didn't, I wouldn't be amrrying her would I?" Rachelle turned him around, "You hesitated." "What?" "You only hesitate when you're lying to me," She replied, "I am your sister, I know you better than Fleur ever will, don't lie to me." Christian sighed as he put on his jacket, "I love her, I do. But not in a way I would think I should. She is like a sister to me, even though mother and Mrs. Vincore had plans for us. But who else should I love Rachelle? Some fairytale girl who is suppose to fall out of the sky? That will never happen."
"Maybe," Rachelle said smiling, "But if you'r not sure if you lover her and want to be with her, then don't try playing on both of your hearts, one will end up breaking." Christian nodded as he finished his tie. Fleur entered and grabbed his wrist. "Come on," She insisted, "The show is starting."
Author Note:
Alright, here's chapter 1, the first song sung by Rachelle is part of "This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush. Here's a timeline of what has happened so far that can be revealed.
February 20, 1908 - Christine Daae leaves the Opera House. (End of Phantom Of The Opera)
August 6, 1908 - Carlos Vincore and Meg Giry are married
May 12, 1909 - Marcus Vincore is born
January 4, 1910 - Erik, the Phantom, meets Natassia Spanyar
April 15, 1910 - Christian de Chagny is born
February 28, 1911 - Elysia is born
January 27, 1912 - Fleur Vincore is born
October 3, 1913 - Rachelle de Chagny is born
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:53 pm
Chapter 2:
Christian brushed away the hair that was dangling in sweat. They were almost finished with the show, and he had not seen this "Phantom of the Opera" Of course, she was only to sing one song with him. He watched his little sister finish her song. He took a deep breath as he heard clapping and the lights went out.
He walked out to the stage and the lights came on, blingind him for a brief moment. The conductor nodded and music filled Christian's ears. He cued him and Christian began singing:
Never knew
I could feel like this
It's like I've never seen
The sky before
Want to vanish
Inside your kiss
Everyday I love you
More and more
Listen to my heart
Can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give
You Everything
Seasons may change
Winter to spring
But I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
Christian smiled and looked out to the audience. Suddenly, something caught his eye. A shadow. He turned to face it. Then he saw her.
Suddenly the world seems such
A perfect place
Suddenly my life has such a
Perfect Grace
All at once he was amazed. Her voice was the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. He began to sing with her.
Suddenly my life
Doesn't seem such a waste
Then he found he couldn't. He was speachless and she smiled to reassure him.
It all revolves
Around you
He smiled at her back. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the front of the stage. He began to sing with her once more.
And there's no mountain
Too high
No river
Too wide
Just sing this song
And I'll be there
By you're sidfe
Stormclouds may gather
Stars may collide
But I love you
I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
Oh, come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
Oh come what may
Come what may
I will love you
She smiled and again he was once moe speachless. He lost himself in her pearly smile.
I will love you
Suddnely the world seems
Such a perfect place
He watched her turn away from him. And he began singing again.
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Yes I will love you
Until my dying
Day
She was gone in the blackout. He left on the opposite side of the stage. "That was wonderful," Rachelle said. "Bravo!", Fleur screamed. He smiled hugging Fleur and Rachelle. But, his mind kept going back to the angel in the white mask.
Author's Note:
The song is "Come What May" by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman from Moulin Rouge.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:54 pm
Chapter 3:
Christian greeted all who went to him, congradualating his singing. He replied with "thank you", and laughed at their jokes. Finally, Rachelle appeared, taking him by his hand, excussing them both.
"Where are we going?" he asked softly. He was silenced by her finger, but she turned and smiled. "It's a secret," she said. Christian smiled and continued following her. Finally, she stopped at a door. Rachelle pulled out a key and opened the door. Christian looked in, amazed at the damag. It was almost burnt away, all byt the gold mirror. "It's mom's old room, "Rachelle said smiling.
"They didn't bother to fix it, they claim this was one of the rooms they didn't have to rebuild in the fire." Christian studied the room. It was more or less dirty, but Rachelle was right, it was intact still. He could see her vanity mirror his father said that this was the room they met in after soo many years had passed. They had recalled their childhood in that room.
His father had loved their mother very much. But almost three years after Rachelle had been born, his mother had grown ill. She remained sick for many years, eight to be presise. His mother had died at 33. He was 14 when she died and he soon became the man of the house. His father was soo griefstricken. His depression led him to the same fate, an illness with no cure. Fleur's mother had taken their family in, she had been good friends with his mother.
"Christine would not stand for this Raoul!,"Fleur's mother would say, "You whither away as your children watch with no one to hold them." Needless to say, he died only three months after their mother. Rachelle and Christian stayed with the Vincore family. As the years passed the Opera House had been rebuilt and the Vincore family taught Christian and Rachelle the art of music and theatre. Rachelle and Fleur had been gifted with dance and voice. Christian was also gifted in singing and playing the violin.
He rubbed his hand on the mirror, scattering the dust. He looked at his face, no, through his face. He could see his mother. He began to remember her lullaby to them. "Christian?," she had said, "Whatever's wrong?" "Mummy I can't sleep," he had said. He remembered at five she embraced him and she began singing her lullaby to him.
Let your mind start a journey
To a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life
You knew before
Let your soul take you where
You long to be
And you'll live as
You've never lived
Before
His ears perked up when he heard his sister, "Christian! Look at this!" He walked over to her. She held a locket in her hand. It was in the shape of a heart. She opened it and inside were their parents. Rachelle began to hum a tune. She then sang.
In this world
You tried
Leaving it all
Behind
Hoped there was a way
I'd pray to God
Let them stay
The memories ease
The pain inside
Now I know
Why...
All of the memories
keep you near
The silent faces
Imagining you'd be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
In silent voices
Silent tears
He watched Rachelle's hand run across the wall. She picked up a dusty picture blowing the dust away. She held it to her heart.
Made me promise
I'd try
To find a way back
In this life
Hope there is a way
To give you a sign
T'm ok
The memories
Ease the pain
Inside
Now I know why...
He watched her sit the picture down and she picked up a brush. She ran it through her hair, tears spilling out of her eyes.
All of my memories
Keep you near
The silent faces
Imagining you'd be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
In silent voices
Silent tears
Rachelle ran her hand along the gold outline of the larger mirror. She wiped away dust, and leaned against the mirror.
Together with all these
Memories
I see your smile
All your memories
I hold dear
Momma you know I love you
Till the end of time
Rachelle took a small rose from her hair. She placed it beside the makeup area. The sge sat in the chair.
All of my memories
Keep you here
The silent faces
Imagining you'd be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
The silent voices
Silent tears
All of my memories
Christian stood behind her, putting his hand on her sholder. "I miss them to Racho," he siad. "I know," she said through sobs, "It's just hard." "I know," he said. He then took the locket, fascining it around her neck. "Keep it," he said, "YOu can hve them always by your side."
Rachelle smiled and squeezed his hand. "Thank you," she said "I think I should go to bed." He nodded watching her leave. She closed the door behind her gently. He relaxed his shoulders leaning against the gold mirror. To his surprise, he fell back to the ground. "Ow." He sat up and looked around realizing he had found a secret pathway. He carefully examined the mirror which had shifted to the side as a door. He then turned around to the darkness.
Christian went back to his room and lit a lantern keeping the key to the room in his pocket. He went through the passageways, down the stairs. It was like a maze. He soon realized he had to watch his feet. His foot fell into the lake and luckily he fell back onto the cement. He sat up and used his latern to find any way to get around. There was no path, but a boat.
Christian sat loq in the boat and rowed through the lake. Finally he came to a room, lit by candles and such. He stopped the boat and crawled up to the top of the stairs. What was over them surprised him.
Author's Note:
Well, that's it for chapter 3. The song Christian remembers Christine singing is a remake of Music of the Night, I had to change some of the lyrics. Let me know what you guys think, here's the timeline of how everything occurs, LOVE YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS!!!
February 20, 1908 - Christine Daae leaves the Opera House. (End of Phantom Of The Opera)
August 6, 1908 - Carlos Vincore and Meg Giry are married
May 12, 1909 - Marcus Vincore is born
January 4, 1910 - Erik, the Phantom, meets Natassia Spanyar
April 15, 1910 - Christian de Chagny is born
February 28, 1911 - Elysia is born
January 27, 1912 - Fleur Vincore is born
October 3, 1913 - Rachelle de Chagny is born
November 19,1916 - Christine de Chagny grows sick with unknown illness
May 22, 1924 - Christine de Chagny dies in bed
August 17,1924 - Raoul de Chagny dies of Grief
September 2, 1926 - Erik dies
June 30, 1931 - Christian is engaged to Fleur Vincore
December 5, 1931 - Rachelle de Chagny is engaged to Marcus Vincore
February 18, 1932 - Christian de Chagny meets Elysia
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:56 pm
Chapter 4:
Christian could se her. The girl that had the voice of an angel. But now, she wore no mask. Her hair was a dark red that shimmered bright red. and her skin was pearl white. Her eyes where blue, and lost in thought. She was humming a low tune which grew higher and higher. Suddenly, she was singing.
Stay low
Soft, dark, and dreamless
Far beneath my
Nightmares and loneliness
I hate me
For breathing without you
I don't want to
Feel anymore for you
She moved herself from the chair and to the portraits on the wall. He saw it was a man, wearing a mask, no, the same mask she had worn. She took one off the wall.
Grieving for you
I'm not grieving for you
Nothing real love
Can't undo
And though I may
Have lost my way
All the paths
Lead straight to you
I long to be like you
Lie cold in the ground
Like you
She laid the portrait on a table and went to the table that held wood figurines. She held one in her hand caressing it.
Hay low
Blinding wall between us
Melt away dear
Leave us alone again
Humming
Haunted somewhere out there
I believe our
Love can see
us through
In death
The girl placed the figurine back down. She ran a hand through her hair.
I long to be like you
Lie cold in the ground
Like you
There's room
Inside for two
And I'm not
Grieving for you
I'm calling
For you
She took off the velvet cloak letting it fall to the floor. He could see the dress was dark red, adorned by roses. It was tightly fitted flowing out at the end.
You're not alone
No matter what
They've told you
You're not alone
I'll be right
Beside you
Forever more
I long to be like you
Dad
Lie cold in the ground
like you dad
there's room inside for two
And Im not grieving for you
And as we lay in silent bliss
I know you'll remember me
I long to be like you
Lie cold in the ground
Like you
There's room inside for two
And I'm not grieving for you
I'm calling for you
Christian couldn't believe it. He wanted more than anything to understand her sadness. So mich that he forgot the position he was in. When she turned around he had fallen back into the lake. After his eyes cleared and his head rose, he saw her standing where he had been. He then realized what he'd forgotten. He was in a lair, he knew nothnig about her, and no one knew where he was.
"Who are you?", he asked. "I think that's none or your concern, Christian," She said, "You shouldn't be here." "Why?", he asked. "Because this is my private home. And you are not welcome!" "How do you know my name?" "Rachelle talks about you." "How do you know Rachelle? What is this place?" "This is the place my father built by his genious. Your sister came to the sanctuary within the Opera House and she heard me there. She's never seen me. But she speaks with me, expressing ger worry for you. She trusts me."
Cheistian had so many questions. "Where did you learn to sing so beautifully?" "My father was the one who gave me lessons." "Can you teach me?" There was a pause. "You have to go." "Wait! Why?!" "You must go!," she demanded pushing him into the boat. But he grabbed her wrist. "Miss...I have taken lessons from professors about what they consider is music. But they have no magic in their teachings. I want that magic, so please..." It seemed like forever as they stared each other down. But she blinked and nodded. "Two days time Christian. Meet me here...since you know well how to manage to get here. Before sunset, don't be late."
"Thank you," Christian said laughing, "I'll pay you-" "No," she said pushing him off shore, "There is not enough money in the world to teach you what I will." "Well, thank you soo much," Christian repeated. "Oh, by the way," she called after him, "Elysia." "What?," he said. "That is my name, Elysia." "Till sunset in two days then, Elysia," he said. He watcher her behind him, through the mist, until it was too thick to see her.
Author's Note:
Alrighty, so now we get to the good stuff lol. Alright the song is "Like You" by Evanescence
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:58 pm
Chapter 5:
Christian woke up, remembering his previous night. He yawned with outstreched arms before sitting up. What was it about her? He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to know her. It was suck a strange feeling and CHristian couldn't name it.
A knock on the door broke his train of thought. As if routine he opened the door to see that it was Fleur, who was surprising the color of a ripe tomato. "Um...I apologize. I thought you were dressed." His brow rose questioningly and he looked down. He was without a shirt and wearing silk pajama pants. He smiled. "Oh, sorry Fleur, did you need something?" "Well," Fleur said, "I was wondering if you might join me for lunch. I've prepared a picknick basket so..."
For some odd reason his heart seemed to beat faster. "No!" something inside him screamed. He swallowed it back and nodded, "Yes." "Well," she said smiling, "See you at lunch." With that she was gone and he closed the door. He leaned against it relaxing his body. Maybe Rachelle was right. He didn't really love Fleur, but...it was convient not to worry about things. Like stress...funny feelings...or worse...a broken hear. He really did care for Fleur...but did he love her?
Fleur, had her own confusion to worry with. She opened her own door, closing it behind her, and falling on her bed. She held her pillow in her arms.
Won't someone tell me
What has happened to me?
Why I am so misunderstood
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between
The devil and
The angel that I used to be
She threw the pillow behind her. She ran a hand through her blonde locks. Her nind continued wondering and she sighed.
They say I'll understand
It all in good time
But aga ain't nothing but
A number in my mind
I'm going crazy
With this pull me, push me
Caught between
Wrong and right
She sat up and walked over to her vanity. She powdered her nose and began putting on lipstick. She rubber her lips together.
I wanna give in
To the woman in me
I wanna be someone
They don't want me to be
The moral of the story
Is I've got no choice
I must not chase
The boys
Fleur stood and left her room. She couldn't helf her feelings in her heart. She started to walk downstairs to the kitchen.
I started writing down
My deepest secrets
Seven days a week of
Thruth and fantasy
Got this feeling
The way my life
Has got to be
Prepared for changes
She went into the kitchen, starting to fix sandwishes and a fruit salad. She sat them all in the basket.
Won't someone tell me
What has happened to me?
Why am I so misunderstood
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between
The devil and the angel
That I used to be
Fleur's mind continued to drift back to Christian. She couldn't escape her feelings. She dropped an apple on the floor, and it rolled across. She sighed chasing after it.
I wanna give in
To the woman in me
I wanna be someone
They don't want me to be
The moral of the
Story is I got no choice
I must not chase
i wanna go left
When they tell me
Go right
Don't wanna be
The little girl
They're kissing
Goodnight
The moral of the story is
I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
Fleur picked up the apple and looked up at the apinting on the awwll. It was a couple sitting on a bench watching each other, holding hands.
Make me cry, make me try to tell
A thousand lies
But that won't ever change
The way I feel inside
They got their opinions
But I just don't care
Cause that's not what
I wanna hear
She ran her hand across the paint. It was very smooth, almost how she picture Christian. She then pulled her hand back. She couldn't he thinking this!
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
Fleur picked up the basket and turned to the clock. She needed to go get Christian. She left the room and climed up the stairs.
I wanna give in to the
Woman in me
I wanna be someone they
Don't want me to be
The moral of the story
Is I got no choice
I must not chase
I wanna go left
When they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the
Little girl they kissing goodnight
The moral of the story is
I got no choice...
I must not chase...
The boys
She knocked on his door. Christian opened the door, dressed this time. Fleur smiled, "Ready to go?" "Yes," he answered. Maybe she wouldn't have to be so controlling over her desires after all.
Author's Note:
Alright song is "I Must Not Chase the Boys" by Play
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:51 pm
Chapter 6:
Elysia leaned against the silk pillow. How had it become so complicated? Why did she say yes? She growled, sitting up. Tomrrow, he would come for his 'lesson'.
She had to admit, Christian was very handsome. But she knew she couldn't have feelings for him. He was embraced by light and she'd always dwell in the shadows. She ran her hand over the silk sheets, grabbing it between her index finger and thumb. She rubbed it in circles, examining it. It was deep red which stretched from different hughes as something moved it.
She released it, getting out of the bed. She sighed in a deep breath. She looked to her side table, at the music bos her father had given her. It was gold with a rose on top. SHe wound it up, and it opened. There was three couples dancing, to the melody of the music box. She sang with the tune:
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together
i'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny
Forever
She stood and began dancing with the music box. she smiled and contuinued to sing with it.
Dance me into the
night
underneath the full moon shining
So bright
Turning me into the
light
She smiled at her nightgown, silk, like her sheets, only white. She walked to the silk curtains, and looked at the manquin which looked like her. It was wearing a long black dress made of delicate material, convered in sparkle. She ran her hand over the dressm taking in the smooth feel of the amterial.
Time dancers shirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp
Is heaven
Sacred Geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me
Forever
Elysia smiled and walked through the candle area. The candles were lit, strongly shining in the night.
Dance me into the night
Underneath the full moon shining
so bright
Turning me into the light
Suddenly, she was infront of the mirror. She closed her eyes, imagining herself in a ballroom, with several ballroom dancers. In the crown she was Christian, who's hand streched out to take her own. She saw herself in that black dress, her hair up with a few curls coming down, with white gloves. She grabbed his hand nad they began to dance.
Dance me into the night
underneath the full moon shining
So bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel
Let me spin
let it take me again
Turnign me into
the light...
Her fantasy faded away as she opened her eyes. "No," she sighed, "I can't feel this way." She turned away from the mirror. Why was she feeling this way? She didn't even know him! She knew his voice, which wouldn't leave her mind, taunting her thoughts.
Elysia sighed, "What do I do?" She loaked up to the portrait of her father., "You would'ne known, wouldn't you?: She had no reply. She sat in the chair, lost in thought. Hecould come and have his lessons, but she would not be forced to love him. She could teach him without having such feelings.
Her mind drifted back to her lessons with her father. She had been singing, with his constant interruption. "Stop your hesitating! Until you let the power of music flow through you, you will not be satisfactory to anyone!" She sighed. Now, she would have to do the same lecturing for Christian.
Perhaps he wouldn't be such a challenge. Maybe he would get it immediately and not need her. She sighed. Wishful thinking couldn't help her, she knew he wou;dn't understand. Not at first.
So on continued the thoughts of the Phantom of the Opera, lost in her mind.
Author's Note:
Song is "Dark Waltz" by Hayley Westenra.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:58 pm
Chapter 7:
Christian looked one last time at himself in the mirror. Elysia was expecting him any minute. He, however, had been so concerned with his appearance, he'd lost track of time. He straightened his coat, and grabbed the key to his mother's old room.
He led himself through the passage through the mirror, then through endless staircases, until he reached the boat on the lake. He rowed through the lake until he saw candles and then he made his way to the misty shore.
"Welcome," a voice spoke, bouncing off silence. Then he saw Elysia. She was standing behind a row of candles, wearing a long black gown. It shimmered in the candlelight, with long black gloves adorning her arms. Her hair was in a loose bun, clipped by pearls and a butterfly pin. Christian was awestruck.
"Are you ready?" Elysia asked. He nodded swallowing back his nerves, "Um...yes." Eylsia smiled, leading him to the organ, with lists and lists of song lyrics sitting on it. "Chose what you wish to sing," she commanded, "Look through these songs, and pick while I continue to warm myself up." He picked up the list of songs while Elysia sat and began playing a tune on the organ. He had gotten lost watching her hands. They were barely touching the keys, almost as if she was floating over them.
"Well," she said, "have you picked yet. We will never get our lesson done if you can't pick something." "Oh," he said jerking a bit and he randomly pulled out a song, "This one." she sighed, and snatched it from him, looking over it, and handing it back. Her hands began their floating routine and Christian began to sing,
Did I disappoint you?
Or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty?
Or let the judges frown.
Cause I-
Elysia's hands slammed so suddenly on the keys and she looked up. "No!," she screamed. "What, what did I do?!," Christian asked. "Did you read what you picked?" "well...no..." "Well," she said, "Goodbye Mr. de Chagny," she stood and walked away, but not before he caught her harm. "What's wrong with you?! You make such "great efforts," I've only been here five minutes and you're screaming at me and forcing me to leave! you're cold, and disgusting."
Christian watched Elysia in silent moments. "Cold and disgusting...and here I thought you understood a little of music..." she picked up the lyrics he'd sat on top of the table by which he had stood near. She handed him a song. "Sit and play it." He sighed, but did as he was told. He began playing, as she sang.
We heard the tale since we
were young,
Heard the songs that have been sung
About an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad though
every verse
Till a kiss and all is well
Christian could play no more. He watched Elysia, for it could only be magic pouring from her mouth. Her hands were moving throughout the song, telling its story.
The message that no one can teach
Is clearer to someone like me
There is no cure or evil spell
That's worse than we give ourselves
There is no sorcerer as cruel
As a proud and angry fool
He saw what could only be tears fall from her face. He felt shivers rise within him.
And yet we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
A power that will break the spell
We should know very well
Is locked within ourselves
Christian could not believe it. He felt his own heart begin to break from the song.
Yet we'd rather blame
And curse our faith and change
We run from everyone
To hide from the pain...
And all the shame
The story long we knew
It well
About a wretched evil spell
A power that will break
This curse
Oh I know, all to well
Is locked within
myself
He felt dry tears pouring out. "I...I am so sorry. How, how did you do that?" Elysia shook her head, "Oh Christian, anyone can sing. But not everyone sings with their heart. Every once in a while, there will be one singer who sings with their heart, there are some who do it but not with their whole heart, but for the most part, singers have forgotten their heart. Their heart is not as important as the payment they shall receive."
"You will not ever know the magic, until you feel what you are singing. Until you become slave and master of it, you cannot control or embrace it. You cannot break it and be broken by it. You must be one. A union, a marriage, father and son. Now, will you cooperate with my methods?" Christian nodded, scooting on the left side of the bench. Elysia sat and began playing. "Now sing," she commanded. He nodded.
Did I disappoint you
Or let you down
Should I be feeling Guilty
Or let the judges
frown
Cause I saw the end
Before it begun
Yes I saw you were blinded
And I knew I had won
So I took what's mine
By eternal right
Took your soul out
Into the night
He felt emotion rising deeper in his voice. Christian closed his eyes. It hurt. He was resisting.
I've kissed your lips
And held your hand
Shared your dreams
And shared your bed
I know you well
I know your spell
I've been addicted to you
Christian stood pacing in a daze as he sang. He turned back to look at Elysia his voice got soft.
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
I am a dreamer
But when I wake
You can't break
My spirit
It's my dreams
you take
And as you move on
Remember me
Remember us and all
We used to be
I've seen you cry
I've seen you smile
I've watched you
sleeping for awhile
I'd be the father
Of your child
I cannot live without you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
Christian's eyes had closed. He could feel saliva building in his throat, and he swallowed it back,
And I still hold
Your hand
In mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will
Bear m soul
In time
When I'm kneeling at your feet
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one
For me
I'm so hollow baby
I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
I'm so hollow baby
I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
Elysia smiled an finished playing on the piano. She looked up. Christian sighed and watched her caress her hands/ "Well," Elysia said, "We still have a lot of work. But..." She looked at the clock, which now read ten. "It is late...come next week, we will work more." "Till sunset," he smiled. "Till sunset," Elysia repeated.
Author's Note:
Alright, the songs were "Goodbye My Lover" by James Blunt, and "The Curse" from Rigeletto.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:59 pm
Chapter 8:
Elysia sighed, opening the gate. The week had gone by so fast. Christian would be here soon for their second lesson. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would be as eventful as the last time. Her thoughts were broken as he entered in the boat. Once he was standing beside her she spoke.
“I’ve picked a song for you,” she sighed, “In the next production I wish you to sing it.” Christian took the lyrics from her hands and began reading them. “This…is beautiful…” “It’s your,” she said, “But, we will not practice it yet. I will give you simpler things until you can get to that. Now, let’s begin.”
Elysia handed him a song, and he read it over, “Alright.” Christian began clearing his throat, before he heard Elysia slam her hands on the keys. “What are you doing?” “I was clearing my throat.” “That is not how you clear your throat,” she sighed, “You use a glass of water.” He nodded, and waited as she played the intro. He began:
Wise men say
Only fools run a ship
For I can’t help
Falling in love with you
Should I stay
Would it be sin
If I can’t help Falling in love with you
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
And so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sing?
If I can’t help
Falling in love with you
As a river flows
Surely to the sea
And so it goes
Some things are
Meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole
Life too
For I can’t help
Falling in love with you
As a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are
Meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole
Life too
For I can’t help
Falling in love
With you
Wise men say
Only fools run
A ship
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you
Elysia smiled, “Alright, now, tell me the emotion behind this song?” “Someone in love?” “Don’t ask questions of me Christian, you have to know when I say it. AS if you are that emotion. Look deeper…” “Hmm…,” he sighed, “ It’s someone experiencing their first love and they are trying to decide whether or not to express love.”
Elysia nodded, “Good enough. Now, when we meet again next week, you will have written your song ten times each night and give it to me next week.” “Ten Times!!! What for?!” “Because I say!,” Elysia spoke, “Now, do that song once more, and try changing the emotions within your voice to emphasize the song’s emotions.”
That night, Christian worked hard to please her. She would make him sing scales, make him do many sorts of things. She had him sing copula on the song she wanted him to perform. And afterwards,. She sent him on his way, with his assignment. After studying the song several times each day, began to as she said copying the lyrics onto paper, and through his hand grew tired, he began to pride in his work. It became a second love to him.
The next week he came, and suddenly Elysia was having him two times every week, then it became four, then he was there everyday. Elysia had grown warmer, and suddenly he could connect so well with her. They could tell each others thoughts. But, neither of them could bring themselves to admit the truth: They were falling in love.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:02 pm
Chapter 9:
Rachelle knew something was going on with Christian. He was avoiding her, and she knew it could only mean he was lying to her. Or rather, he would. That was what he’d done when they were children. She could tell then, just as she could tell now. Rachelle ran a hand through her hair, grabbing one lock and twisting it.
She knew Fleur could feel the distance too. He hadn’t spoken to either of them for weeks, and just the other day he had announced he wished to sing in the new show and gave Mr. Hoggart a sheet of music. Since then all she had heard from Mr. Hoggart was how beautiful the song would be. Christian kept himself locked in his room.
Fleur, meanwhile, was trying to work on getting Christian outside. It was May and the flowers were beautiful now, she dearly wanted him to be with her. She worked up the courage to go to him. But before she knocked she listened. He was singing. And, to her surprise, beautifully. She knocked weakly on the door.
Christian, who had been working profusely, opened the door. And suddenly, he realized he’d forgotten her. He’d left her alone, confused and hurt. He began pitying Fleur, it was not his intentions. But, there was a part of him who knew he was playing games. It wasn’t suppose to be that way, but he knew it had happened. It had been two whole months since he met Elysia, and he couldn’t pretend he loved Fleur. Christian knew what he needed to do.
“Fleur,” Christian sighed, “Come in, I’ve needed to say some things for a long time And I should say them now.” Fleur smiled and entered, sitting in the chair by his bed. She noticed there were several papers scattered on the bed, and watched Christian gather them, sit down, and sit them on the nightstand. Fleur knew something must he wrong, but decided to act as though she knew nothing. “What did you want to speak to me about Christian?” “Fleur…,” he said, his eyes falling down to his feet. What was he to say? “Is something wrong?,” she asked.
Christian felt saliva and fear build up within his throat, but he swallowed it back and shakily began speaking. “Fleur, I know we are engaged. But, I…I don’t think I have been right about us. Our mothers always wanted us to marry, and I wanted to respect their wishes. But, Fleur…you’ve always been like a sister to me, a dear friend. I just don’t love you as a wife, and I’ve come to realize I never can. I tried Fleur, and I even thought it would be so simple not to get hurt. But, my heart aches and longs for…someone else…So I am breaking off the engagement.”
Christian grabbed Fleur’s hand an began massaging it tenderly. “Please understand,” he said pleadingly. Fleur was stiff. He couldn’t even tell what her emotion was. She smiled and spoke. “Thank you for telling me Christian…” she stood, walking out. Christian could almost feel her pain, though she dare not show him. He truly was sorry, but he couldn’t do this anymore.
Fleur made it to her door before tears began to fall. She threw herself on her bed and began crying loud into her pillow. Several hours later, she awoke on the damp pillow. She looked up to the wall:
Who would have thought that you could
Hurt me?
The way you’re done it
So deliberate, so determined
Since you’ve been gone
I bite my nails for days
And question my own questions on and on
Tell me now, tell me now
Why you’re so far away
When I’m still so close
You don’t even know the meaning of the words I’m sorry
You said you would love me until you die
As far as I know you’re still alive
Baby
You don’t even know the meaning of the words I’m sorry
I’m starting to believe, it should be illegal to deceive a woman’s heart
I tried so hard to be attentive
To all you wanted, always supportive always patient
What did I do wrong
I’m wondering for days and hours
Anyhow, anyhow
I wish you both the best
I hope you get along
You don’t even know the meaning of the words I’m sorry
You said you would love me until you die
As far as I know you’re still a live
Baby
You don’t even know the meaning of the words I’m sorry
I’m starting to believe, it should be illegal to deceive a woman’s heart
Open heart, open heart, It should be illegal to deceive a woman’s heart
Open heart, open heart, it should be illegal to deceive a woman’s heart
Fleur pushed her pillow away. Her heart was utterly breaking. She wiped her tears, and sighed. She then cried out, releasing emotions within her.
Rachelle jerked as she heard the cry. She looked at Fleur’s door as she passed by it. She immediately went to Christian’s room. Rachelle banged on the door, and Christian answered quickly. She walked into his room and looked at him as he closed the door. “Don’t lie to me Christian,” Rachelle spoke, “What have you done?” Christian looked into Rachelle’s aqua eyes, which were growing deeper. “I broke off our engagement,” he answered.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:06 pm
Chapter 10:
Elysia sighed. She gathered up the music sheets putting them all on top of the organ. She heard footsteps and turned around. Christian held stacks of papers and handed them to her. “There you are,” he said, “All 600 pages.” “Hmm…,” she smiled, “Thank you, it shows me how hard you’ve worked.”
Elysia then led him to candles. “What are you doing?,” he asked. Elysia began dropping the papers into candles, and they began burning. Christian cried out trying to grab them up, but Elysia took his hand pulling him away. When it was over, she removed the candles and replaced them. “Why? Why did you do that?! I worked so hard!” “Yes,” Elysia said, “And now we’ve reached our climax Christian, do you feel the pain in having it taken from you? Until you do, you will not be one with the music. Do you understand what you are to become? You will be a great singer. But only when you release your pain!”
Christian felt tears stream down. “Now, we must continue our work. Christian I want you to be so great, so understand my methods, please…” Christian nodded, “I do. I will,” he said. After he finished the song, he looked to Elysia. “Well?” he asked. Eylsia smiled, “You are ready…”
Two weeks later was the day of the show. Christian sighed as he looked out to the audience behind the curtain. “Christian,” A voice said behind him, “You are ready, do not be nervous. Do not let it intervene with our own goals. I’ll be in box five, watching you.” “Thank you Elysia,” Christian said. With that, she was once again in box five, waiting for his song.
Christian smiled as the audience clapped for the last song. He entered from stage right, looking out to the audience. He heard the piano begin to play, he closed his eyes, embracing the music. He began to sing:
Music boxes have within
Melodies they carry with them
Once they open music fills the air
Every person you have known
Has a song of their own
Once they open up you’ll hear what’s there
It’s not easy you must listen
Within your heart for what lies hidden
Christian rose his hand to his heart. Then it moved in front of him reaching to Elysia.
There was a melody
Locked deep inside of me
But now it’s free
It found a place
Embraced by harmony
Sweet harmony
Love more than anything
Teaches our hearts to sing
Only love
Could break the spell
Now I know very well
The love within myself
Elysia felt shivers fall behind her. It was too beautiful, he was everything she had worked so hard for. The hope she had, it was now reality.
There was a melody
Locked deep inside of me
But now It’s free
It found a place
Embraced by harmony
Sweet harmony
Love more than anything
Teaches our hearts
To sing
Only love
Could break my shell
Now I know very well
The love
Within
Now I know
All too well
The love within
Myself
The crowd stood and cheered. Elysia’s heart cried to her. She now knew why her father held her away from the mortal world. He knew she would feel such love in her heart. She left box five, going to her secret passage way where the chandelier met the ceiling. She looked down to Christian, and began singing in a hushed whisper.
Dear my love
Haven’t you wanted
To be with me
And dear my love
Haven’t you longed
To be free
I can’t keep pretending that
don’t
Even know you and
That sweet night
You are my own
Take my hand
Elysia turned away. She longed so much to be with Christian. But her own thoughts haunted her. He is one of the ones who stays in the light, and she…was the one behind the curtain, always watching. Tears fell and she went back down stairs past everyone and to her lair.
We’re leaving here
Tonight
There’s no need to tell
Anyone
They’d only pull us down
So by the mornings light
We’ll be halfway to anywhere
Where love is more than just
Your name
Elysia threw off the black cloak. She was currently wearing a flowing white gown, which had no sleeves or straps, but a pink rose between her breasts, with strings of pearls cascading down. She collapsed against her bed.
I have dreamt
Of a place for
You and I
No one knows who
We are there
All I want is to give
My life only to you
I cannot dream anymore
Lets run away
I’ll take you there
Elysia reached up and grabbed one white rose from the vase by her bed. She held it to her heart, and she began smelling it’s velvet scent.
We’re leaving here tonight
There’s no need to tell anyone
So by the morning’s light
We’ll be halfway to
Anywhere
Where no one needs a reason
Elysia stood and began walking to the organ. She could hear her heart rate speed up, and she sat down. Tears continued pouring down.
Forget this life
Come with me
Don’t look back
You’re safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one’s left
To stop you
Forget this life, come with me
Don’t look back you’re safe now.
Unlock your heart drop your guard
No one’s left to stop you now
Elysia began to play the piano, attempting to get her mind off of her heart. But it was no avail, for she loved Christian, and would not be able to hide it anymore.
We’re leaving here tonight
There’s no need to tell anyone
They’d only pull us down
So by the morning’s light
We’ll be halfway to anywhere
Where love is more than just
Your name.
Elysia wiped her tears away. She relaxed, continuing to play on the organ. The keys flowed magically almost. She was now calmer, she only hoped she could remain like that. But she stopped as she heard footsteps behind her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:11 pm
Chapter 11:
“Elysia,” Christian said, “I wanted to thank you, I couldn’t have done this without you.” Elysia spoke, “You must go.” “What?,” he said,” But…why?” “I’ve held up my end of the bargain, and I can no longer teach you,” Elysia said standing, “So you must go.” Christian felt his heart drop, “That’s nothing Elysia. I want to keep seeing you.” He grabbed her hand, and tears began falling from her face.
“What’s wrong,” he asked. “I can’t,” she said, “We can’t, we just can’t see each other.” “Why?” Elysia had finally broke. “Because…I love you.” she sighed:
Say you’ll share with me
One love one lifetime
Lead me, save me from
My solitude
Say you want me with
You here beside you
Christian put a hand on her lip, interrupting her. He smiled:
Anywhere you go let
Me go too
Thats all I ask of you
Christian leaned forward, pulling Elysia into a kiss. He wiped away her tears, running a hand through her hair. They pulled away and Elysia touched his cheek. “For so long I’ve been alone…,” she said. “But you are not anymore,” Christian said, “I’m here with you.” Elysia smiled, “I know…but how will we do this?” “My sister will help us. Then, we can teach you to be like us.”
Elysia smiled. “I broke off my engagement,” he said, “Because I knew I’d only hurt her, because I love you.” Christian took her hand leading her to the piano, and sat. Elysia had often used the organ, but the piano was just what Christian wanted.
“I wrote you something,” he said. “Oh,” Elysia said smiling, “So the student surpasses the teacher?” “No,” he said, “He never could.” Christian played the keys, and began singing:
My gift is my song
And this one’s for you…
And you can tell everybody
That this your song
It may be quiet simple but
Now that its done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I’ve put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you’re in the world
Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss
Well some of these
Voices well they
They’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been kind
While I wrote this song
It’s for people like you
That keep it turned
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten
If they’re green or they’re blue
And well the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I’ve ever seen
He smiled to Elysia as she sat beside him while he played. He continued:
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple
But…
Now that it’s done
Christian stopped, turning to Elysia, gently caressing her cheek.
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I’ve put down in words
He stood, grabbing Elysia’s hand, pulling her up gently to her feet.
How wonderful life is
Now you’re in the world
Christian picked her up spinning her around. Then, his grip loosened so she touched the floor, her skirt sliding up slightly.
Hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind
That I’ve put down in
Words
He took her hands in front of his face. Elysia smiled, kissing his hands.
How wonderful life is
Now you’re in the world
He waltzed with her before spinning her around. Then he kissed her gently. “I love you,” he said holding her close. "I love you,” She replied.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:15 pm
Chapter 12:
It was early Sunday when Christian came to get Elysia for church. Elysia awoke still in her night gown and Christian grabbed her hand. “Come, lets go see Rachelle,” Christian said, “She’ll find you something to wear, she’s right at your size.”
Elysia followed Christian to Rachelle’s room. He knocked twice before she answered. “Hello,” she said, “Come in.” Elysia entered followed by Christian. Rachelle turned and looked at him with teal eyes. “Not you,” she said. “Oh,” Christian said embarrassed he left quickly, and Elysia smiled. “How long have you seen him?,” Rachelle asked. “Three months almost,” She answered. “You taught him?,” she asked, “As you taught me?” “Not exactly,” Elysia said, “He found my lair.”
Rachelle smiled, “Well, lets find you something to wear. You know, Marcus says my pink dress is the pretty one.” “Marcus?,” asked Elysia as Rachelle led her to the closet. “Yes, Marcus Vincore, my fiancée and Fleur’s brother,” Rachelle answered. “Oh,” Elysia said, “are you and her close?” Rachelle turned smiling, “No, truly, I never liked her.” Elysia smiled, as Rachelle pulled out the dress. It was soft pink silk, with short sleeves and a skirt that reached the knees, with a tint darker pink rose. She smiled and laid it on the bed. “Lets get some shoes and nail polish.”
After a half hour and all nails painted, Elysia ran a brush through her hair. “You have lovely hair,” Rachelle said, “May I?” “Sure,” Elysia answered Handing her the brush. Rachelle began brushing Elysia’s hair. “You know, Marcus always asks me such silly questions.” “Oh,” Elysia said.
“Yes they’re absolutely ridiculous,” she said. “Like what?,” Elyisa asked. “Well…,” she said.
He asks me why I always brush my hair
Yeah
He asks me why I need 32 pairs of shoes
To wear
He seems to ask me why I do a lot of things
It’s just a chick thing, he outta let it go
To me its nothing but its not getting through
Rachelle pulled Elysia to her feet. She handed her the dress.
That’s what girls do.
They keep you guessing the whole day through
Play you’re emotions
Push all your buttons
It’s true
That’s what girls do
Rachelle smiled and pushed Elysia into the bathroom so she could change. She picked up the brush singing in it.
You ask why I gotta play
So hard to get yeah
You ask me do I play it cool
Just to make you sweat
Yeah
You want some kinda
Explanation I can give
It’s just a chick thing
That you’re messing with
To me it’s nothing
But it’s not getting
through to you
Elysia re-entered and smiled. She already knew she liked Rachelle.
That’s what girls do
They keep you guessing the while day through
Play you’re emotions
Push all your buttons it’s true
That’s what girls do
Elysia smiled as she and Rachelle jumped on the bed.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Why should I change
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Elysia laughed as they posed. Rachelle put the brush between them, pretending to share the ‘microphone.’
I’m having too much fun
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
To you it’s amusing
To me it’s nothing new
Elysia smiled taking the brush singing into it, smiling:
That’s what girls do
They keep you guessing
The whole day though
Play your emotions
Push all your buttons
Its true
That’s what girls….
Rachelle smiled leaning over to the brush and sang:
You try to understand
But you don’t have a clue
Elysia laughed as they shared the brush playing around head banging and such.
That’s what girls do
They keep you guessing the
Whole day through
Play you’re emotions
Push all your buttons
It’s true
That’s what girls do
Rachelle smiled jumping off the bed, letting Elysia finish.
That’s what girls do
You ask me why I change
The color of my hair
yeah
Rachelle laughed and sat in the chair. Elysia fell flat on the bed smiling. A knock came to the door and Elysia stood and went to open it. Christian stood there, wearing a lovely tux. “Elysia,” he said, “You look beautiful…” “You look charming,” Elysia said. “Well,” he said, “Are you ready?” Elysia nodded, “I think so.” “I hope you two can get along,” he said, “Not like you and Fleur were Rachelle.”
Rachelle smiled at Elysia, “I think we get along just fine.” Elysia laughed, “I think so too.” Elysia smiled as they entered the church. She’d never been into a church, her father had denied her access to religion. She’d always wanted to go to church. “We’re Jewish you know,” Christian said, “But mom and dad believed Christ was son of god, and we went to church.” “I never went to Chruch, except the one in the Opera House. I, used to pray for my father…” “Why,” Christian asked. “He was over come by a skin disease. It was…something he liced with for many years. It caused one side of his face to be distorted, but he managed on medicine. But one day his body became resistant to it, and nothing else could help him. He died in bed when I was a little over 14.” “I’m sorry,” Christian replied. “No,” Elysia said, “Don’t be, he was asleep and ready. He was always sad, like he had lost something valuable to him.”
Rachelle smiled, “At least he knew no pain when he died. Come, let’s find a seat.” Elysia smiled, glad they could get off the subject. Christian followed her to the second pew. They sat down, discussing things until the sermon began. When everyone stood, Elysia hesitantly copied them. “Good morning brothers and sisters, open your hymnals to page 327.” Elysia picked up a hymnal, sharing it with Christian.
What can wash away my sin
Nothing by the blood of Jesus
Elysia looked at Rachelle who held her hand. “It’s ok,” Rachelle said, “You’ll get the hang of it.” Christian smiled as Rachelle sang,
He was pierced for our transgressions
And crushed for our sins
The punishment that brought us peace
Was upon him
By his wounds, by his wounds
We are healed
Christian nodded. He touched Elysia’s shoulder, and they sat as the sermon began. He picked up the bible, showing to her. He smiled,
He was pierced for our transgressions
And crushed for our sins
The punishment that brought us
Peace
Was upon him
By his wounds
By his wounds
We are healed
Elysia looked up and people stood, walking to the alter. She could feel her spirit call her up there.
We are healed by your sacrifice
By the life that you gave
Elysia heard Christian’s voice speaking to her, and Rachelle smiled to her.
We are healed for you paid the price
By your grace we are saved
We are saved
He was pierced for our transgressions
Crushed for our sins
The punishment that brought us peace
Was upon him
By his wounds, by his wounds
We are healed
Christian smiled as Elysia stood, he and Rachelle stood too. Christian took her hand,
We are healed by your sacrifice
By the life that you gave
We are healed for you paid the price
By your grace we are saved
We are saved
Eylsia walked to the alter. She calmly took hands of both Christian and Rachelle, as she followed them. She sighed,
We are healed by your
Sacrifice
By the life that you gave
We are healed for you paid
The price
By your grace we are saved
We are saved
They kneeled and Elysia grabbed her hands together as Christian and Rachelle grabbed her shoulders,
What can wash
Away my sin…
Nothing but the
Blood of Jesus
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 5:18 pm
Chapter 13:
I’m happy for you,” Rachelle said squeezing Elysia’s shoulder. “I still have a lot to learn,” Elysia said. “We’ll teach you,” Christian said, “That’s what we’re here for.” They left the church going out to the parking lot. There stood a man Elysia had never seen. His hair was a light blonde, and his eyes were brown. “Hello Marcus,” Rachelle said hugging him. “It’s good to see you!”
“Are you read?” he asked. She nodded and turned to Christian, “Would you both like to go with us?” “Where?” Elysia asked. “The gardens for a picnic,” Rachelle answered, “It’s such a lovely place to be right now you know, the river is enchanting!” Elysia looked to Christian, who nodded, “ I think it’s a splendid idea!”
When they reached the gardens, Elysia was ultimately impressed. Rachelle had been right, it was lovely. Luckily, they had gone home and got dressed in more appropriate clothing. Elysia and Rachelle were wearing sundresses, Elysia had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, while Rachelle was wearing a hat. Once they had gotten there Rachelle and Marcus Walked ahead, Rachelle attached to his arm. Elysia held Christian’s hand. “It’s so small,” he said. “What?,” Elysia asked. “Your hand,” he replied, And very soft.” “Should they be large like yours,” she asked.
“No,” he replied, “I like them, they fit perfectly in my hands.” “Yes,” she said smiling, “I guess they do.” They were currently ion a path to find a spot that Rachelle had picked for their picnic. Elysia looked around her. The flowers were lovely at the current time, Elysia wanted dearly to have one. Christian smiled and plucked a Casablanca lily, putting behind her ear. Elysia smiled, “thank you, it’s pretty.” “Not as pretty as you,” he said smiling.
“I found it!” Rachelle exclaimed. Elysia helped Rachelle set up the blankets and the food. Rachelle was right, it was a beautiful spot. The grass was green, it was beside the river and Elysia could see the shore on the opposite side. There was a long that two people could sit on, which was covered by a blanket that Rachelle provide. Christian and Elysia sat on the blanket on the ground, getting out the sandwiches. “Peanut butter and jelly,” Rachelle said smiling, “Yum!” they ate.
Elysia looked up, seeing Christian had a dab of peanut butter on his top lip. She giggled catching his attention. “What?” he asked curious. “Nothing,” she replied muffling her giggle. “Is something on my face,” he asked. “Yes,” she confessed, “It’s on your lip.” He smiled, “I see how highly you think of me. Are you gonna make it up to me…” “Hmm…”
They stared at each other, before Christian leaned over, closer. Never adverting her eyes, Elysia picked up her cup sipping up the last of her drink while Christian was sitting confused waiting on his kiss. He opened his eyes, realizing she was drinking her water. “Umm..” she said licking her lips, “Delicious.” Christian frowned and turned away. Elysia giggled, tapping him lightly.
“You want something special,” she whispered in his ear. “Yes,” he said childishly, “You owe me.” “Close your eyes,” she whispered leaning closer. He did so pulling her over him. She kissed him chastely, before rolling him into the river. Elysia grinned brightly as she heard Rachelle laugh behind her. Christian hadn’t come up though, and it had been a couple of seconds. “Christian?…” Elysia shrieked out going over to the bank, squatting looking for him.
Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed her pulling her under. She came up immediately seeing two mischievous brown eyes. She sank low in before spitting water in his face. He laughed before pushing her under.
After finishing dessert and cleaning up, Rachelle left them the blankets while she and Marcus went to the bridge. Elysia and Christian sat on the log, looking at the stars. It was such peace and quiet. Christian looked at Elysia in the moonlight, fascinated by her beauty. “What is it?” he said. “Nothing,” she said, “I just envy the moon, it’s so beautiful.” “Don’t be envious of the moon, it’s not as pretty as you,” Christian said.
Elysia smiled, “You’re a good person Christian.” “Only because you make me so,” he responded. She laid her head on his shoulder, “I don’t know how you can think that, you make me better, you’re the best part of my. I don’t know how to live without you.” “You don’t have to,” he said running a hand through her hair, “You always have me,” She smiled looking back up at the stars, taking his hand in hers.
It soon was time to go. Elysia smiled as Christian ld her into her lair. “Well,” he said, “Goodnight.” There was a pause as Christian’s eyes connected with Elysia. “No,” he said, “I can’t do this, it wouldn’t be appropriate.” “I didn’t mean make love to me Christian,” she said, “Just stay with me, it’s terribly lonely with me here by myself.”
She had finally talked him into staying. He removed his shirt, sliding under the sheets of her bed. Elysia returned in her nightgown, sliding into the bed as well. Christian wrapped an arm around her as she placed her hands in front of her heart. “Goodnight,” he said closing his eyes. Goodnight,” Elysia sighed. With that they fell asleep.
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