Applejack was attempting to move herself through the jumbled cluster of ponies backstage, all partaking in an after-show party of sorts. Congratulations and laughter were abound, but Applejack's mind was set on another topic at this time: to find Christine. She pushed and shoved a few ponies out of the way, but they didn't seem to mind. Eventually, she came to a clearing in the crowded backstage hall and found a small hallway leading to another area of the theater.
She navigated her way through it past a couple who, at the time, were exchanging a bit of a 'lip lock'. At the end of the quiet hall, there was an open arched doorway and staircase leading down. Above it, engraved in stone, was the word 'Chapelle' with a crucifix above it. She quickly proceeded down the stairwell, gently calling, "Christine..? Christine..?"
'Gustav Daàe', the portrait was labeled, its worn bronze exterior complimented by an equally worn red banner bearing the label. This was a portrait of Christine's father. She kept this portrait of him down here in the Chapelle by a candle holder which bore many candles to it's name. She gently picked up a lighting stick from the holder and lit it from another source before using it to light a single candle nearest to the portrait.
As she did, she sat back on her haunches and gently hung her head in sadness. She still had the dress on from the show, and it was so large in comparison to this room that it covered a good portion of the floor when she sat down. Then, a voice seemed to ring throughout the room. It was a masculine voice that spoke in a sort of song it seemed, and to Christine it said, "Brava, brava, bravissimo."
The voice made her pick up her head slightly. As she had heard it many times before. "Christine..? Christine..?" she heard the voice of her friend say from afar. She perked up a bit more at this, but the voice we still there. Just before Applejack entered, it mimicked her words in a mocking sense. "Christine.." it said, fading into nothingness quickly afterwards.
As Applejacks unmistakeable orange coat approached the doorway into the room Christine had been in, she began to speak. "Where in the world have you been hiding?" [[This part is done in mostly song, yes, but I'm fuzzy on how to express the fact that they're singing without sounding incredibly repetitive, much like in the Think Of Me chapter.]] She seated herself next to her friend as Christine put on the best smile she could. Applejack lay a hoof on her shoulder and with an encouraging smile said, "Really you were perfect..!"
Christine smiled a bit more at the kind words of her friend before looking away slightly. "I only wish I knew your secret, who is your great tutor?" she asked sweetly, Christine's smile slowly fading into a slightly more serious expression. "Applejack.." she began to re-tell the story of her childhood now, as Applejack could only sit and listen.
"When your mother brought me here to live, whenever I'd come down here alone to light a candle for my father.." She paused for a moment, unsure of how to explain things to her dear friend. "A voice from above." she said calmly, "And in my dreams.. He's always there.." Her voice grew softer as the memories flowed through her brain once more. "When my father lay dying.. He told me I would be protected by an angel.." Her smile began to come back now. "An angel of music." she finished.
Applejack's expression seemed a bit doubtful and almost sympathetic as she spoke. "Christine.. Do you believe?" she asked, worried for her friend. "Do you think the spirit of your father is tutoring you?" Christine simply nodded and smiled even more. "Who else, Applejack?" Applejack turned her face away from Christine. [[Again, this part's in song. Please don't hate me.]] Christine's voice rose now, and she began to sing once moe.
"Father once spoke of angel.. I used to dream he'd appear.. Now as I sing, I can sense him," she was slowly turning her eyes towards the painting of the virgin Mary upon the wall beside them both, "and I know he's here." She slowly began to stand up, keeping the song going still.
"Here in this room, he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding." She was now fully standing and as she sang, Applejack began to stand as well. "Somehow I know he's always with me, he the unseen genius." Applejack's face was that of worry and concern as she took her friends hoof in hers, chiming into the song gently.
"Christine, you must have been dreaming.." she explained, "Stories like this can't come true.." She began walking back towards the doorway to the room, tugging her friend along as she continued to sing softly. "Christine, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you..!" she finished her turn as they headed back up the stone stairwell.
As they paced through the now mostly empty theater, Christine took the chance to continue the song now.
[[Since there are some overlapping vocal parts here, I'm going to write this like a kind of sheet music. It'll be fairly easy to figure out if you're smart enough~]]"Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant me to your glory!"
[[comes in on 'glory'.]] "Who is this angel, this-
"Angel of music, hide no longer, secret and strange angel..!"
[[This part sounds almost like an argument between the two of them, so keep careful track of who's talking.]]
"He's with me even now." "Your hands are cold!" "All around you." "Your face, Christine, it's white!" "It frightens me." "Don't be frightened.." [[Song's done!!~]] And with this being the final word, they cantered off in another direction, a colt high above having been watching them silently.
He was no threat to them, as he was only a simple earth pony working in the props department. As he took a quick swig of his drink and leaned up against a railing on the rafter he was standing on, the entire past day having taken a toll on his patience and his sanity.
Sorry for this being such a short chapter, but I was a bit rushed to finish! I'll go over it later and possibly add a few things in/fix some stuff. Hope you're enjoying the story thus far!