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 tours 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!!!

“You want for me to do WHAT?” yelped Chloe Daae in shock as her older sister paced her bedroom.

“I’m so sorry, Chloe. I don’t know what came over me. One minutes we were talking about the ‘condition’, the next thing I know is that he’s shaking my hand and telling me that our flight leaves tomorrow at ten in the morning!” fretted Christine. She turned to face her sister and knelt, their hands clasped togther. “I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

“But of course,” answered Chloe more calmly than she felt. “Besides, I always wanted to go to Paris.”

“Thank you,” sighed Christine happily, giving her seven year old sister a hug around her shoulders. “I’ll make this up to you somehow, I promise you.”

“Can I take Sammy with me?” the girl asked timidly. Christine laughed and ruffled her younger sister’s curly hair.

“Of course you can.” The upcoming opera singer stood up and walked to the door. “I have to go and make some phone calls. I’ll be back in about half an hour to help you pack, alright?”

“Okay,” chirped Chloe happily before grabbing her ratty stuffed bear and hugging it close to her chest.

Christine walked into the small family room and dug her cell phone from her purse. She quickly dialed the foreign phone number. She sighed heavily as she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to rid herself of the monster migrain that was starting to pop up.

“Anna Giry,” answered the woman on the other end.

“Hello, this is Christine Daae, the intern for the tour through Europe,” she said, sounding abit frazzled.

“Why hello Miss Daae. I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to be spakeing with you,” said the woman on the other line.

“Could I ask you for a really big favor?” asked the girl, wondering into her room to start packing.

“Of course, dear,” answered Anna in a motherly tone of voice.

“My sister wants to bring her seeing eye dog with her,” sighed Christine, holding up two identical dresses, one in purple, the other in green and tossing them both into the boxcar- like suitcase on her bed.

“Oh?” asked Anna simply.

“Sammy’s a pitbull/ mastiff mix,” explained Christine, digging through her wardrobe, hunting down her Riverdance concert shirt. “And he weighs about one twenty pounds.”

“Heavens!” Anna took a deep intake of breath. “I shall see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Anna,” smiled Christine, spying Chloe heading towards the kitchen. After a few more minutes of idle chit-chatting, they both hung up. Christine headed into the kicthen to help her sister get a snack.

“Christine, where are the water bottles?” asked Chloe, her fingers gently touching everything in the fridge in search for her drink. Christine guided her sister’s hand towards the back, where she grabbed a bottle and twisted the top off before guzzling it down. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Christine smiled at her sister, even though she couldn’t see it. “Come on, let’s get packing.”

“Okay.” Chloe turned and led the way to her room, where there was already a suitcase on the bed. “Could you please pack all my show shirts?”

“Of course,” answered Christine, rumaging through the closet and grabbing all her sister’s shirts from the traveling shows that they had seen over the years. After folding them neatly and placing them into the suitcase, she turned her attention to jeans. “Which jeans would you like to take?”

“My demin and lace skiiny jeans, and the bell bottoms with the lace, please,” answered Chloe with a smile. This continued on for a number of minutes until the girl had her suitcase filled to the top. “Let’s see, it’ll be a fourteen hour flight from Los Angles to Paris, France. Which books would you like to take?” asked Christine witha smile.

“The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Phantom of the Opera, Murder on the Eiffle Tower, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, The Secret Garden, Anna Dressed in Blood, and The Hunger Games Series,” answered Chloe happily and her sister went to the bookshelf to hunt down the books. She found them without much trouble and stacked them into a carry on bag along with her sister’s iPod, typewriter, paper, and earbuds.

“Okay kiddo, we have everything packed for you-” started Chritsine.

“And now it’s your turn!” cheered Chloe, jumping up and down several time, clapping her hands in excitement.

Christine could only shake her head as she trailed after her sister into her bedroom. She watched in amusment as her blind, but fashionable sister choosed several dozen outfits for her sister and tossed them into her suitcase, while belting a lovely Italian aria at the top of her lungs.

Christine smiled as she began to fold the clothes into neat stacks. Even though the two girls were fourteen years apart, they were both closer than blood. They both were simular, but at the same time, polar opposites.

“Okay Chloe, I think you had damaged my wardrobe enough for one night,” scolded Christine, leading her younger sister from her bedroom and to the kitchen to make dinner. “How does rolled tacos sound?”

“Yummy!” shouted Chloe with glee. Christine shook her head as she quickly heated up their meal before handing her a plate and sliding next to her little (baby) sister at the dining table.

“Sammy!” yelled Chloe, jumping as her seeing eye dog poked his wet nose into her hands. “Away!” The dog sulked out from underneath the table, but sat down next to his mistress, his long tail thumping quietly against the floor as the two sisters ate in silence.

“I’m going to feed Sammy,” announced Chloe, standing up with her plate in her hands. Sammy followed her as far as to the kitchen doorway before sitting and watching as she placed her dish into sink and grabbing his dog bowl. She carefully scooped out a cup of doggy kibble and grabbed some chicken from the other night, shredding it into the bowl. After mixing it up, she exited the kitchen and placed it down onto the floor. Within a milisecond, Sammy was eating his dinner happily.

“Good Sammy,” crooned the blind girl before turning to her older sister.

“You going to bed now, Chloe?” Christine asked her standing with her now empty plate and entering the kitchen to place the plates into the dishwasher.

“Yuppers. Night, Christine!” Chloe hugged her sister before skipping to her room.

Christine shook her head before running the dishwasher and going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. The two girls had a system- Chloe showered in the morning while Christine showered in the evenings. It worked rather well for both of them.

Christine sighed heavily before exiting the bathroom about fifteen minutes later. As usual, she went to go and check up on Chloe. She smiled as she saw that Chloe was sound asleep with Sammy laying at the foot of her bed.

“Good night, Chloe,” whispered Christine before turning in for the night.