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Words could not describe how excited I was to show this young boy my world. He seemed so accepting and such a nice child when I had met him the night before. I figured it would be cool to kind of show him around for Christine and see what he thought of my world.
The boy up on my shoulders as we decended down a large flight of stairs into my lair/office, whatever you may wish to call it to start the tour their.
"Stay here for a moment and I will prepare our adventure." I said after setting him down as I watched him open up the piano.
"May I?" He asked politley. Of course being a child of Christine I expected him to have manners but not the ability to play.
"Does the little Vizconde (I don't know how to spell that) play?" I asked and Gustave nodded as he played a simple melody on the piano. One which keys gave a sort of dark tone to it. Much like my own music. "What's this" I asked refering to the melody
Just a song in my head
"Go on" I said letting him continue to play the piano.
I think it's beautiful He sang
Hear how each note seems to float
Hear how they call die and fall
Just like the night
I watched him play and was dombfounded by his age and his ability to play. The music he wrote. "This boy.. This music.." I found myself saying as he continued to sing. "He plays like me.." I realized.
He's just ten years old...
Ten years old!!
Never the less it was time to take him on his tour as I walked over to him
Have you ever yearned to go
Past the world you think you know?
Been enthralled to the call
Of the beauty underneath?
Have you let it draw you in
Past the place where dreams begin?
Felt the full breathless pull
Of the beauty underneath?
When the dark unfolds its wings
Do you sense the strangest things?
Things no one would ever guess
Things mere words cannot express?
Singing to the boy as we made our decent I set him down on my piano stool and showed him around
Yes!
He exclaimed with excitement as if he understood and accepted everything I was saying.
Do you find yourself beguiled
By the dangerous and wild?
Do you feed on the need
For the beauty underneath?
Have you felt your senses surge
And surrendered to the urge?
Have been hooked as you looked at the
At the beauty underneath?
When you stare behind the night
Can you glimpse its primal might?
Might you hunger to possess
Hunger that you can't repress?
Continueing to show him around and everything beautiful night and darkness had to offer, he seemed exhilarated by everything that was around him.
Yes
It seems so beautiful
So strange yet beautiful
Everything's just as you say
He looked through some papers and the different pieces I had created whether it was the art or sheets of music scattered around he seemed so, engrossed and unafraid of the things I had to show him. It almost... seemed farmiliar. But what I was suspecting in that moment couldn't have been true.
YOU ARE READING
-Discontinued- A Guiding Hand (A Phantom Of The Opera Fan Fiction)
RomanceNathalie Rivera was a talented musician and writer. After many years of being on the run she returned to Paris. She found that one of her favorite Opera houses as a child was looking for a couple new violin players after loosing a couple from the st...
