Shatterglass

Shatterglass

I do not own Phantom of the Opera.

SUMMERY:

When Christine Daae is offered the oppertunity of a lifetime, she and her blind sister, Chloe, are whisked off to Europe to tour with the masked rock and rolls star, Erik Destler...

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!!!

               

True to Erik’s words, Meg didn’t bat an eye at Christine wearing her clothes. If anything, she didn’t reconize her teal green sundress and white sandles that Christine was wearing until she complimented her on the outfit.

“No duh!” she squealed. “I never thought of pairing up that dress with those sandles!”

Chloe was happy to feel that Christine was okay (even though the inside of her legs was KILLING her, but she didn’t tell her that), only that after the date, she and Erik had lost track of the time and she ended up spending the night at his place. Which was, of course, not a total lie.

For the next week, Christine found herself and Erik spending a lot of time together, eating dinner at the fanciest resteraunts in Paris, going to midnight showings of movies and of course, talking about music and shows that Christine had seen.

Finally, the day came when they would go to Spain for the start of the tour.

Erik and Christine sat next to each other for the five hour flight. Christine slept most of the way, he head on Erik’s shoulder and his arms wrapped around her, holding her body close to his. He would comb her red curls with his finger and murmur soft words into her ear as the long flight droned on.

Finally when the flight ended, instead of Erik waking her up, he just scooped her into his arms. Christine moaned and shifted so that way he face was pressed into his neck and her arms were wrapped around his neck.

Anna Giry just pursed her lips at her client and his girlfriend of two weeks. She was still getting used to the idea of Erik Destler- the man who would scoff at the idea of him getting married- having a woman who loved him and would spend time with him, despite his crazy life.

Once Erik, Christine, Chloe, Meg and Anna were in their limo to the hotel, Christine woke up and stretched in Erik’s arms.

“Where are we?” she mumbled sleepily, snuggling into his strong chest as she sighed happily.

“We’re in Spain,” answered Chloe, who may’ve been blind, but not to the fact that her older sister had finally found herself a man.

“Oh.” Christine sat up and moved from Erik’s lap into the empty seat next to him, still tired from the flight.

Chloe was getting uncomfortable with the silence so she decided to try and break it.

“Hey, Christine, do you still remember that show you were in when Mom went into labor with me?”

“Chicago,” answered Christine, not sure with where this was going. “Why?”

“Just asking. Have to told Mrs. Giry about all the shows that you’ve been in?” asked Chloe with a smile. She took out her iPod and switched it on before scolling through a few playlists before she came to the one that she wanted. “Christine played Velma Kelly- she’s one of the leading ladies.”

Chrsitine blushed a deep red at her sister’s bragging.

“May I?” Erik asked, taking the earbuds from Chloe and sticking them into his ears. He frowned as he listened to All That Jazz, Christine’s normally sweet angelic voice filled with passion and anger as Christine glared daggers at Chloe. “This is you?” Erik asked her, shock on his face.

“Guilty as charged,” muttered Christine, still blushing.

“But I thought you sang opera,” remembered Erik, thinking of the morning after they both had sex for the first time.

“I do. But I also sing Broadway show tunes,” answered Christine as the iPod flipped to the next song, Poor Unfortinate Souls from The Little Mermaid blared out of the earbuds.

Christine sighed.

It would be a long car ride.