Angel of Music
Meg Giry led The Mane Six and Spike through the many passages of the Opera Populaire, searching for their friend, Christine Daae. After the performance, they hoped to congratulate her for a magnificent performance, but she had snuck away somewhere. Meg still wore her white ballet dress, with a white bow in her hair. Together, they made their way towards the door leading to another section of the opera house: The Chapel.
Christine, in costume, was down the stairs, kneeling before a candle in front of her father’s daguerreotype along the plague. She lit the candle and looks upon the picture fondly, remembering him. There are plagues all along the wall, each with a little scripture describing the profession of the deceased members of the Opera Populaire. All of a sudden, a ghostly voice could be heard throughout the chapel.
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Christine smiled, moving her skirt comfortably around her legs. It was during this moment the ponies enter the tiny chapel, smiling before their friend. They had gotten a slight ahead of Meg, who was beginning to fall behind a bit.
“There you are, Christine,” Twilight smiled. “I really must say you were amazing up there!”
“Oh yes darling, you were truly mesmerizing,” Rarity agreed. “I really must thank you for not giving up on me, helping me go out there and sing and all.”
Christine gave a small giggle and a dismissive wave of her hand.
“You didn’t my help, Rarity. You always had that within you.”
“Nevertheless, I must thank you again.”
“So, whatcha doin’ down here by your lonesome?” Applejack asked.
“Well, seeing as how this is my first time performing on stage,” Christine explained. “I figured it would be best if afterwards I paid tribute to my father.”
The ponies walk toward their friend, sitting alongside her. They watched with smiles, as Christine lit a few more candles.
“I’m sure your father would be very proud of you, Christine,” Fluttershy said, sweetly.
“You were pretty great out there tonight,” Spike agreed.
“Celestia knows how proud my parents were at my Wonderbolts performance,” Rainbow recalled.
The rest of the group chuckled, recalled how Rainbow Dash’s parents were a little ‘overenthusiastic’ about her performances, cheering louder than any pony. Rainbow originally found it embarrassing, but soon realized it was better to have two parents who were so supportive of her. Eventually, Meg caught with them all, approaching the chapel.
Christine smiled at her friend, as they sat along with the Mane Six, Spike still sat comfortably on Twilight’s back, as Christine explained the story, which she told them earlier, to Meg.
“Meg, when your mother brought me here to live…” Christine whispered. “Whenever I came down here alone to light a candle for our father… A voice from above…”
“And in my dreams… He was always there. You see… When my father lay… He told me I’d be protected by an Angel… An Angel of Music…”
“Christine… Do you believe?” Meg asked, in sadness. “Do you think the spirit of your father is coaching you?”
“Who else, Meg?” Christine asked. “Who?”
“You know, when I was performing my balled earlier,” Rarity recalled. “I turned to Box Five and noticed a shadowy figure observing me.”
This seemed to draw every pony’s attention, but none more than Christine.
“You’ve seen him too?” She asked.
“I’m not quite certain what I witnessed. But it very well could be.”
“I’m not so sure, Rarity,” Twilight shook her head. “Maybe it was just dark up there and whoever was there just wasn’t too visible.”
“Although, to be fair, we’ve had plenty of unusual encounters in Ponyville,” Spike points out.
“But on the other hoof, we’ve been all over Equestria and not once have we ever encountered ghosts,” Rainbow stated.
“What about the Castle of the Two Sister?” Pinkie asked.
“Pinkie, that ghost just turned out tah be ‘ya’ll playin’ the organ!” Applejack rolled her eyes.
“Oh yeah!” Pinkie grinned.
“But I do believe there is an Angel of Music,” Christine told them. “Who else’s voice could I be hearing in my head? Who else could be my guiding light?”
Meg grabs ahold of Christine’s hand, helping her to her feet. She leads Christine up the chapel stairs, as the ponies and Spike follow close behind. Eventually, they made it backstage and began to pass over the stage between the backdrop and the back wall. As they proceed towards the dressing room, Joseph Buquet, busily securing the ropes, watches them, lecherously of their fears of what they call an ‘Angel of Music’. But in reality, he believed they were scared of the opera ghost, and he loved to feed off their fear.
The group help Christine through the crowd of eager new fans, pushing their way into her dressing room. Madame Giry kept telling them ‘no’, shutting the door once Christine and the ponies were inside. She turns to Christine and smiles.
“You did very well, my dear,” She said.
She picks up a red rose, with a black ribbon tied around the stem, and hands it to her.
“He is pleased with you.”
Christine carefully took it, gently fingering the ribbon as if in a trance.
“Wow!” Twilight said, in awe. “Looks like the Angel of Music sent you a calling card.”
“Such a generous gesture to send a lovely red rose,” Rarity smiled.
She felt a light on her shoulder and turns to see Madame Giry handing her a rose as well.
“He also wishes to thank you for a magnificent opening number,” She said.
Rarity used her magic to take the rose from the Madame’s hand, holding it before her eyes to her awe. Spike couldn’t help but huff a bit at the gesture.
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Outside, in the crowded backstage, Firmin and Andre held a vase of flowers for Christine.
“A tour de force!” Andre declared. “No other way to describe it!”
“What a relief!” Firmin sighed. “Not a single refund!”
Along the way, they smile as Raoul passed them.
“Ah, vicomte!” Firmin said, getting his attention.
“Vicomte!” Andre repeated.
“I think we’re made quite the discovery with Miss Daae!” Firmin smirked.
“Perhaps we could present her to you, dear vicomte!” Andrew suggested.
Raoul gave a small laugh and smile, as Madame Giry left the dressing room.
“Gentlemen, if you wouldn’t mind, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied,” Raoul requests, eyeing the vase of flowers. “Thank you.”
“It would appear they’ve met before!” Andre implied.
“Yes,” Firmin agreed.
Raoul turns toward the door and slowly turns the handle. Opening the door, he spots Christine sitting in front of her mirror, surrounded by roses and candles. Yet she stares at the velvety red rose, the image of which would never leave her memory.
Raoul gently knocked against the large wooden doors, slowly opening them. He stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at Christine sitting at the vanity, gently playing with the rose in her hands. The ponies and baby dragon notice his appearance and try to get Christine’s attention.
“Christine, I believe you have a visitor,” Fluttershy told her.
“Seems someone is delighted to see you,” Rarity grinned.
“Little Lottie,” Raoul smiled, stepping inside. “Let her mind wander.”
A smile slowly spread across Christine’s face, as she set the rose down. She turns toward her old friend as he walk towards her with the vase of flowers.
“Little Lottie thought, ‘Am I fonder of dolls? Or of goblins or shoes?’”
His reflection was clearly seen in the large mirror at the end of the room, which was seemingly built into the wall.
“Raoul,” Christine said, smiling.
“’Or of riddles or frocks?’” Raoul continued, setting the flowers down.
Looking at her old friend, Christine remembered all of the memories she held dear.
“Those pictures in the attic?” She asked.
She remembered how they would all grab a few snacks, running to the attic of the house for their small picnics.
“’Or of chocolates?’” Raoul finished, smiling.
“Father playing the violin…”
“As re read to each other dark stories of the North?” Raoul asked, kneeling before Christine.
Christine’s pale complexion glowed in the candlelight.
“’No, what I love best,’ Little Lottie said, ‘Is when I’m asleep in my bed,’”
“You sang like an angel tonight,” Raoul told her, hugging her.
When Raoul pulled back, he acknowledged the presence of the little ponies and baby dragon sitting off to the side, watching their display.
“I do not believe I’ve yet met your friends,” He said.
Christine looked over as well, smiling. She grabs Raoul’s hand and led him toward the group.
“Raoul, these are my new friends,” She introduced. “Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and little Spike.”
The Mane Six and Spike smile and bow their heads, greeting the young Vicomte.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Raoul smiled to them.
“It’s very nice to meet you as well, Raoul,” Twilight reciprocated.
Raoul turns to Rarity, offering his hand to her. She gently reached out her hoof, which he took and gave a light shake.
“I must say you were amazing tonight as well, Miss Rarity.”
Raoul gave a feather kiss to the back of her hoof, Rarity couldn’t help but blush. Meanwhile, Spike couldn’t hold back a small growl and furrowed brow.
“Why, thank you darling,” Rarity smiled. “I appreciate your kind gesture.”
Christine turns back to Raoul’s eyes and him to hers. So many years passed since they gazed upon one another, both entrance in each other’s presence. The ponies and Spike couldn’t help but smile adoringly at the scene.
“My father said, ‘When I’m in heaven, children, I will send the Angel of Music to you,’” Christine whispered, as if telling a secret. “My father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.”
“Oh, no doubt of it!” Raoul replied, standing up. “And now, we go to supper.”
Raoul began to walk towards the pinkish-orange doors, as Christine watches him.
“No, Raoul,” Christine said, as Raoul turns back. “The Angel of Music is very strict!”
“Well, I shant keep you up late,” Raoul smiled, turning to the doors.
“Raoul, no!” Christine said, seriously.
Raoul let out a short laugh, turning back to face her.
“You must change!” Raoul replied, opening the door. “I’ll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lottie.”
“No! Raoul, wait!”
Christine stood up, but it was too late. Raoul had already left and shut the door.
Did he honestly not believe her? Did he think she was joking on this ‘life-or-death’ secret? Christine looked around for a moment and pondered. One night away from the Angel couldn’t be bad… Could it? The feeling of a tender hoof on her back made Christine turn to look at Twilight, who was smiling at her.
“You should go, Christine,” Twilight encouraged. “You deserve a nice night with this wonderful man, after the performance you just gave.”
“I don’t know, Twilight,” She shook her head.
“Well, yah can’t spend all your time cooped up in this here room,” Applejack piped in.
“A.J.’s right,” Rainbow agreed. “You should go out and live life!”
“Yeah, like going to parties, having fun with friends,” Pinkie listed, excitedly. “Doing something wacky and crazy, like me!”
“Uh… Girls,” Spike spoke, urgently. “Not to spoil the moment, but I really need to find the little dragon’s room.”
“Okay, Spike,” Twilight replied. “We’ll go look together.”
“Yeah, I need to stretch my wings anyway,” Rainbow said, fluffing her wings.
One by one, the girls leave the dressing room, except for Rarity.
“Are you coming, Rarity?” Fluttershy asked.
“You all go on ahead,” Rarity called out. “I’d like to stay with Christine a little longer.”
“Alright, we’ll be back shortly,” Twilight assured.
Outside the room, after the door shut and after Raoul and the ponies disappear down the hall, a black glove-clad hand inserts a key to the lock in the door. Slowly, the hand twists the key around a few times, till the lock finally clicks softly. Drawing the key back, the person with the key turns and swiftly, silently, walks off. Madame Giry, watching the entire scene, looks at the floor for a fleeting moment before turning away and walks toward the darkness of the next hallway.
All the lights in the theatre dimmed, the candles snuffed out, and the stage slowly drops into darkness. Andre and Firmin leave, both turning in for the night.
In the dressing room, Christine stepped out from behind the ornately designed dressing screen, tying a white sash around her waist as she went. Her hair was let down, the curls cascading around her shoulders and down her back. The dress she wore was white and lacey, very elegant. Rarity had no choice but to admire the attire.
“Such an elegant and beautiful nightdress, my dear,” She complimented. “I truly admire the lace and frills…”
Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze that went through the room, blowing out all the candles, the smoke rising then dissipating. Christine and Rarity paused, as they were plunged into darkness.
“What is going on here?” Rarity asked, worried.
“It’s him Rarity,” Christine replied, softly. “The Angel of Music.”
Something was wrong… She quickly turned towards the door, reaching for the handle. Maybe she could make it out in time and the Angel wouldn’t notice…
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By the next verse, Rarity looks throughout the dark room but could not place the source to the voice echoing through the room. She was scared, but at the same time strangely blissful toward the soothing refrains from the beautiful tenor voice. Christine and Rarity slowly turn to the large mirror, at first seeing only themselves. Slowly, a face and the length of a man’s shoulders appears in the mirror. Christine was amazed – it was him. It was her Angel. She slowly began to step forward towards the mirror. Christine walked with wonder in her eyes, toward the mirror as mist leaks from underneath. Rarity tried to hide her face away from the ghostly face, but she herself couldn’t stop herself from slowly staring back. She saw the Phantom’s face even clearer as she neared him. Half the right side of his face was covered in a white mask, his black hair slicked back, and the rest of him still covered in shadow.
Outside the room, Raoul reappears and grabs the door handle, raddling it when it didn’t open. He was worried when Christine failed to emerge outside and ran back inside to retrieve her. As he rattled the handle, he heard the Phantom’s voice.
“Whose is that voice?” He asked himself, calls out. “Who is that in there?!”
“Raoul!”
Twilight and the others rush beside the young man.
“What’s going on?”
“Someone is in the room with Christine and your friend, Rarity,” Raoul replied, without haste. “But the door is stuck!”
Inside, the mirror slid open, revealing the Phantom standing inside a passageway, watching Christine intently. He was dressed almost completely in black, with a cape draped over his shoulders, a neck scarf tied neatly under the collar of his shirt, and his burgundy vest made of fine fabric. His hands were clad in black leather gloves, and he was, probably without a doubt, one of the most handsome men Christine had ever seen. Even Rarity couldn’t deny the mysterious man was quite handsome.
Christine stepped through the now mirror-less frame, and stood there for a moment, watching the man before her. He reached out a gloved hand, waiting for her to take it, his light blue, almost grey eyes watching her. Slowly, she placed her hand into his, feeling the smooth leather of his gloves. He carefully pulled her into the well-lit passage, and she willingly went. Rarity, completely vexed by the angelic voice and mysterious aura, also found herself stepping through the passageway as the mirror slowly closed behind them.
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And so, we come to what the fans have been waiting to see after much anticipation. Up till now, there has only been acknowledgment of who or what this 'Opera Ghost' is and we've seen what he's willing to do, as he seems to run the show. But it is only when not just Christine, but also Rarity, find themselves alone and vulnerable do we get a glimpse of what The Phantom looks like (Not counting the fact we see his face on the poster). And to think this is all before two of the most Famous Broadway musicals that this show in general has ever put together.
But before we even get to his arrival, we not only see how the presence of the 'Angel of Music' has inspired Christine to be the artist she is now, believing that a part of her father encouraged her to do this, but we also see a rather touching reunion between two good friends, that being her and the Vicomte himself, Raoul. Steve Barton this guy is not, but there is without question that the man who portrays Raoul does an excellent job in portraying a man who has had some feelings for Christine since they were children but it is only after much time do they recognize each other. Yet we wonder if he ever truly believed in Christine's talk about the 'Angel of Music' or if he believed it was merely a childhood fantasy that he keeps playing along with because he 'cares' about her.
Nevertheless, the major thing is that we get to the moment The Phantom decides to reveal himself. And the story as we know it only picks up from here on out. Only this time, Rarity is somehow involved, a pony, whom for whatever reason, The Phantom has also taken interest in (Hence how she was put on the spot to sing before the public before Christine's performance). What plans The Phantom has that also involves Rarity remains to be determined? Though for those who have grown up seeing the show, we know what's to come... But we can expect a twist or two to occur.
Very good chapter
On to the greatest song in opera history! Then after the song after that comes my second favorite! Notes.../Prima Dona!
Wow. Another great and mysterious chapter.
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hmmm could since some of us know what is under the phantoms mask could equestrian magic actually restore it? just a thought
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Well I wouldn't know if those are the 'greatest' songs but they are fun to listen to. Hopefully progress goes rather smoothly.
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Yep, that's the idea. Sometimes the greatest chapters in any form of media are the ones that are most mysterious, builds on the suspense.
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I'm not really in a good mood to listen to ideas right now nor even share them with the boss.. Let us think about it.
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Damn... That's more than I make at my job at the library.
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I agree. It helps keep the reader interested and anticipating the next chapter.
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Oh. Sorry to hear that I hope that things turn out ok
oh boy, how will they explain this when it is over?
Courage: "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Oh my! It looks like the Phantom of the Opera has taken not only Christine, but Rarity, too! But why the latter?
Keep going!
Such Beautiful music
Great and Romantic Chapter
Celestia: Hmm... something about that Opera Ghost...
Scootaloo: (happily) I know that's true!
Silverstream: I wish I were a Wonderbolt.
Sweetie: Yeah. I noticed it, too.
Apple Bloom: We all did.
Zipporwhill: Yeah, and we all saw it!
Toola Roola: I agree.
Coconut Cream: Me too!
Smolder: (amused) Jealous, Spike?
Garble: Heh! I'll say he is.
Discord: (smirks) You have NO idea.
Sweetie: (happily) Now they're finally meeting!
Apple Bloom: (likewise) That's great!
(Sweetie giggled at what Spike did.)
(The group watching the movie smiled adoringly at the scene as well.)
Cheese: And me!
Starlight: Somehow, I don't think it's a good idea to leave Rarity with Christine.
Trixie: Neither do I.
Starlight: (gasps) I knew it!
Trixie: Who's that?!
Apple Bloom: The shadowy figure!
Crusaders: (nervously, in unison) Uh-oh!
(Flurry whimpered in fear.)
Cadance: (comforting Flurry) It's okay, honey. It's okay.
Ocellus: It's a phantom!
Sandbar: Get away from him, Rarity!
Scootaloo: Oh, man! This guy is really scary! Isn't he, Sweetie Belle? (pause) Sweetie Belle?
(But Sweetie wasn't responding to her, for she, too, was mesmerized by the Phantom's voice.)
Yona: Christine and Rarity went in after Phantom!
Lyra: What's he gonna do to them?!
Bon Bon: Is he gonna do something bad?!
Moondancer: I don't know. We better keep watching.
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Once again my friend you never disappoint with these amazing commentaries
05/22/30 Nobody gets my jokes...
And so the Phantom (NOT ME, PINKIE PIE!) has finally shown himself to our main heroines. He may not be an angel, but at least he did make quite the grand entrance did he not? This reminds me of the last episode of the Masked Singer, starring the champion of Season 3 – the Night Angel a.k.a. Kandi Burruss.
Don't worry, Spike. Someday, reverse psychology will come around again. And maybe like Ken Jeong, there's a Masked Singer out there who's desperately in love with you, than you are/were with Rarity.
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Thanks! Whatcha think of Sweetie mesmerized just like Rarity?
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Don’t blame her for being mesmerized
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Yeah, imagine if you were a woman and there was this tall, mysterious yet very handsome man and among the many things he does to attract your awe is when he sings so smoothly and soothes the ear drums with such perfect vocal control, you cannot help but feel impressed.
Heck, even as a guy and it was a woman who was singing to you... If the voice is that amazing, she hypnotizes you ever so much you are 'drawn' to be closer to her, longing, burning with passion... You just 'want' to be with her.
Very nice chapter. One has to wonder what he wants with Rarity since he can't be in love with her like Christine. Perhaps he wishes to groom her to be a successor to him (a little out there, but maybe.)
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