The chorus was about to begin singing when I walked in. "Oh good! Miss Daaé is here! Let's begin, shall we?" Monsieur Reyer suggests. He plays the chorus's beginning note and began.

"Hide our sword now wounded knight!

Your vainglorious gasconnade

brought you to your final fight

for your pride, high price you've paid!" He then played my beginning note, which definitely helped.

"Silken couch and hay filled barn! Both have been his battlefield." I sang. I heard Monsieur Reyer say beautiful before motioning for Piangi to start. "Those who tangle with Don Juan--" he got cut off by Reyer. "No, no, NO! Chorus rest, please!" He instructed. Piangi looked down and studied the music.

"Don Juan!" Reyer said to get his attention, but to no avail. He groaned, "Signor Piangi, this is the phrase." He played it on the piano then looked back at Piangi.

"Those who taangle with Don Juaaan.." He sang, still wrong. I sighed and say down. If he's going to keep messing up then id rather be sitting. There were a few chuckles around the room, which made Piangi's face fall. "No, no. /nearly/ but no." He rests his hands on the piano again, "Those who tan, tan, tan..." And Piangi sang it wrong yet again. Reyer was getting frustrated, it was quite clear. And the rest of us were getting impatient.

"His way is better! At least he makes it /sound/ like music!" Carlotta complained. I shook my head, she's very annoying. "Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?" We all turned, we didn't know Madame Giry was here.

"The composer is not here," she chuckled, "and if he /were/ here I would tel--"

"Can you be certain of that? Signora?"

Carlotta became silent. She looked all around her to make sure /he/ wasn't here.

"Once again, after seven!" Monsieur Reyer played Piangi's beginning note and then counted him in. And, once more, Piangi failed.

"What does it matter what notes we sing? No one will know if it is /right/ or /wrong/!" Carlotta screamed, "/No/ one will /CARE/!" I ran up and slapped her. "/no/ one will care?" I asked. "HE will care! Do you not understand how many lives are at stake?!" I shouted. She stared at me, they all did. I looked around and ran out of the auditorium.

I ran to through the halls and back to my room. Grabbing my cloak, I rushed out of the building. I needed to clear my head. I tried to call a carriage for probably a set half hour till one finally stopped. "To the cemetery, please." I requested. The man trudged to the driver seat and we left.

It was a long ride, bumpy too but I sang to pass the time. "In sleep he sang to me.. In dreams he came.." I sang quietly, not to disturb the driver. "That voice which calls to me..." I choked up, I don't even know why. "And speaks my name."

The carriage came to a slowing stop, and then door opened. "Thank you Monsieur." I said, head low. I started walking towards the open gates, toward my father, as he rode away.

"Father, I thought of everything but now it seems to be nothing!" I cried, I started running towards his tomb. "Father you /promised/ me that you would send me an /angel/!" I fell against the cold stone. "Father.." My tears fell, hitting the snow-covered ground. "What happened, father? One minute you were here and then you were gone!" Tears fell like a waterfall. "Why couldn't the past die? Father I miss you terribly!" I traced the old stone with my hand.

"Do you remember Raoul, papa?" I ask, knowing though he won't answer. "He's become drunken and abusive.. Nothing like the young gentlemen we used to know." I explain, sighing. "I'm the star soprano at the Opera house now papa, are you proud?" I ask. "Yes child." The wind blowed. I quickly stood and looked around.

"Wandering child, so lost, So helpless. Yearning for my guidance." I heard a voice, much like my angel's.