Name: Christine |
Gender: Female |
Age: 29 |
Posts: 32 |
||11-19-2015 at 05:50 PM
(Performer Is Offline)
Sometimes I wonder how Christine was good enough to get into the opera house as said in the book, and more to the point, as said by Meg, "six months ago, she sang like a crock"! Another way her voice was described was a rusty hinge. So, my question is, how did she get in if she had a voice like that?
I know that when her father died it was said that she lost her love for music, and singing.
Christine was catholic, right?
Beneath the opera house, I know he's there.
He's with me on the stage, he's everywhere.
And when my song begins, I always find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind.
"Christine Daaé! Where is your red scarf?"
You couldn't have lost it. After all the trouble I caused! I was just 14 and soked to the skin!"
"Because you had run into the sea to fech my scarf! Oh Raoul, so it is you!"
Roses, the color of blood filled her lap. In her hands she held a mask. She knew that her home was the house on the lake. Her angel of music would always be there singing songs in her head.
Are you so sure that a small jar would contain me, madame?
Three long years I've nelt in silence
Held your memory near me.
Three long years of murmured sorrow
Willing you to hear me...
“Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental...”