Dear diary,

 

It’s been a while since we don’t talk, today I’ve decided that I’m going to explain you my story.

When I was a kid I lived in Sweden with my father, Mr. Daaé. He was a very good violinist! He lived for his music and he taught me to sing. I wasn’t very good at singing but It was very fun. Me and my father went from village to village, playing for the people. It was there when I met Raoul, I already told you about him.

 

He heard us singing at that village. It was my first time at the village so I  went to explor it a little bit. I went near the sea and the wind blew my scarf into the sea. Raoul jumed into the water and brought it to me. Since that day we became great friends. We always played together; it was so mush fun! I fell in love with him.

 

I introduced Raoul to my father and they also became very close. My father taught him to play the violin and told us a lot of stories. The majority of the stories were about ghosts. Our favourite was the Angel of Music. My father always said that no one can play or sing well, unless they hear the Angel of Music, but it was impossible to see him, you can only hear him.

 

Nowadays I know who the Angel of Music is. He started giving me singing lessons three months ago at the Opera and he’s a wonderful teacher! But I’ve never seen his face. Some day I’ll figure it out and I will see him. My father will be so proud of me.

 

With love, Christine.