The AngelI drift off into the darknessAnd then I see her;The Angel stands before me. I reach out to her,And she greets me with a strong embraceWhich leaves me pondering when to let go. We converse and she smiles and laughsAs I tell her about myselfAnd how I've longed to meet her. She plays her harp for me,And it is the loveliest sound I've heard. Then, just as quickly as she came The Angel floats away. Gone is my Angel. My Angel of Dreams.
Beauty is Blind, Ch. 6Chérie was forced to stay in her room. For the days she was stuck in there, she tried imagining what Erik looked like. She felt his disfigurement, yes, but she saw past that. In her mind, he was Prince Charming. Erik did not share the affectionate feelings that his new student had for him. In fact, he couldn't stand them at all. He actually was driven throwing one of his vast scores at her just to get her to stop swooning when she was around him. This led to her being locked up. "At last!" he shouted one day, rushing to the door and releasing Chérie from her room. "At last, my first grand aria is complete! My dear, you must sing it."He lead her to the organ, holding her hand and letting her sit next to him so she would not fall over. "Shall we?" he asked, beginning to play a solemn melody. She began to smile. "Child, this aria expresses sorrow. You have no right to smile!""Erik," she murmured, much to his chagrin. "I can see! It's fuzzy, but I can see!""No
Beauty is Blind, Ch. 5Chérie was given her own room. Unbeknownst to her, it once belonged to her idol, Christine. She was without Margot now, who had always been like a set of eyes to her, so alone in the darkness sat a pathetic blind orphan. She could hear music constantly booming from Erik's organ. He was writing a new composition. From the parts he would sing himself, she gathered it was about a nightingale.One day, he approached her, music score in hand, and was about to say, "Practice this!" when he realized she couldn't see it. And if she couldn't see it, she couldn't see him
which meant he was in no need of his mask.About an hour later, he inexplicably cried out "Ohh, Chérie! Come quickly!"The girl stumbled her way through his lair to the organ where he sat. "What's the matter?" she asked."I need you to touch me," he responded."Touch you?" she repeated. "Why? You cannot stand being touched!""My face, Chérie, my face."She ran her hand over the right side of his face.
Beauty is Blind, Ch. 4The waif's newfound "angel" was not an angel at all; he was a highly deformed musical genius named Erik who murdered at his own free will. In other words, he was the Phantom of the Opera himself.Erik had always had a fascination with magic and mirrors. He used his tricks to link Margot's mirror to the same passageway he had used to lure Christine down to his lair years earlier. It was inexplicable; all he used was magic."This way, my dear," he said, leading her down to the lair. "I've been ever so lonely. Now, though, I have a new soprano!"The waif reached out and touched him. "You're not an angel!" she cried.He ignored her comment. "I have everything ready for you. And this, mon chérie, is my lake. On to the boat now, child!"She had never been on a boat before, and the sensation of floating across the lake made the girl rather uncomfortable. There was a feeling of warmth on her face as they drifted along, for there were candles surrounding them. The Phantom carried th