The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 2

Opera Populaire: Showtime

Later that night Helen's big debut, and she really stunned the audience! She looked gorgeous in a long red dress that showed off her curves and diamond barrettes in the shape of flowers clipped in her long blond hair. Not only that, but her voice was a sweet sounding Soprano pitch that could project all around the Opera House. She sang:

Think of me

Think of me fondly, when

We've said goodbye

Remember me

Once in a while,

Please promise me you'll try

When you find,

That once again you long

To take your heart back,

And be free

If you ever find a moment,

Spare a thought for me

We never said

Our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea...

But if you can still remember,

Stop and think of me

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen,

Don't think about the things

Which might have been

Think of me

Think of me waking, silent

And resigned...

Imagine me, trying too hard to

Put you from my mind...

Recall those days,

Look back on all those times,

Think of the things

We'll never do...

There will never be a day when

I won't think of you

We never said

Our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea...

But please promise me,

That sometimes

You will think of me

Watching Helen from high up above in Box 5 was NiGHTS. "Brava!" he shouted to her, joining the rest of the audience in standing ovation. He knew there was something familiar about that girl. He suddenly had a flashback, remembering sitting in an old dark attic with a small blond girl, and they were telling each other scary stories while her mother played the violin for them. He also remembered how much he loved her, even though they were so young. "Can it be Helen?" he gasped. It had to be. It IS! he though. " I hope she remembers me, because I sure remember her!" NiGHTS hoped as he exited the theater.

After Helen's outstanding performance, backstage of the Opera Populaire beamed with excitement in celebration of a wonderful show. There was only one problem: Helen was nowhere to be found. Helen wandered away from the party and went into a small chapel-like room in the back of the Ballet Dormitory of the Opera House. She sat on the cold floor and lit candles next to a picture of her mother and preyed, when suddenly she heard a strange voice sing from nowhere:

Brava…

Brava…

Bellisima…

Helen smiled and looked around the room to find the owner of the voice, but no one was there.

"Helen? Are you here?" she heard a familiar voice call. Will walked into the room with relieved expression on his face, happy to have found her friend. "Where have you been? Well... I guess I know the answer to that question… You did fantastic tonight Helen! I'm so proud of you! What's your secret? How did you learn to sing like that?" he asked, he could sound like Helen.

"Will, ever since your mother brought me here to live in the Ballet Dormitories, I would come in here and light a candle for my mother. Every time I did, I heard a voice from above, in my dreams. She was always there." Helen explained. "Before my mother died, she told me that I would be protected by an angel... an Angel of Music." Helen timidly answered. "I think the angel is my mother coaching me, because when I sing I can sense her; it's like she is right beside me..."

"So you believe that the ghost of your mother is teaching you to sing?" Will asked curiously.

"Who else Will?" Helen questioned.

Will gave Helen a concerned look and told her, "Helen you've never talked like this before. Stories like that can't come true; you must be dreaming. C'mon, let's get you back to your dressing room" Helen agreed and Will took her hand, leading her out of the room.