Eric's POV

Rosie sat next to me on my left and Meg sat next on my right. I looked at Rosie to see if she would try to ask what was going to talk to her about, nut she looked slightly nervous but she hid it well, I guess she learned that from me.

I cleared my throat and began speaking. "Rosie I know how you like to wander around the Opera House, in fact I saw you sneak out after practice today," I saw her eyes grow wide and I knew she was wondering how I knew.

"I can assure you Rosie that i am not mad, but nevertheless Rosie you have to be careful. There are men in the Opera House trying to restore it after the incident 20 years ago. I don't want you to go down there anymore. You can be seen or you can get hurt and I don't want that. Okay?"

She looked down at the floor, but I noticed the few tears that fell from her eyes and down her rosy cheeks. I knew she loved exploring and that it did get boring in here, and I just took away her freedom.

She answered in her little voice that always told you that she was upset, "Yes papa." I looked at Meg and Meg looked at me. She could see the pleading in my eyes that told her to help me.

"Rosie this is not a punishment for you because you snuck out, ok? This is just so that you don't get seen or hurt. Your father and i love you very much and we don't wan to see anything happen to you."

I smiled at what Meg said. I was greatful that she decided to sit in here with me and Rosie while we discussed this. She probably thought that one of us would be yelling so she came to calm us down.

I knew Rosie never liked it when I raised my vice, even if I yelled from my organ to ask Meg or her a question she would tense up and begin to cry. It was just how she was. She was sensitive and I didn't want anyone to make her cry.

Rosie's POV

I couldn't believe my ears. How could m father have known that I had snuck out? And now he was taking away my freedom by saying that I could no longer venture out in the Opera House.

I was upset and I couldn't help the few salty tears that formed in my eyes and ran down my face. I noticed my father's expression and I knew he had seen the tears.

I didn't want to stay away from the Opera House. There was nothing to do here and my mother and father were always busy. Mother was always cleaning, sewing, or shopping and father was always writing music or playing at his organ.

I didn't notice my mother had begun talking for I just tuned everything out. After I assumed she had finished, I gave a little head shack and excused myself to go back to my room.

When I got to my room I laid down on my bed and just the tears fall freely. There was nothing that I could do to stop them. Whenever I got upset I would always sing this song that my mother would sing.

"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender

Turn your face away from the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before

Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar

And you live as you never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you

Hear it, feel it secretly posses you

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness that you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world

Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be

Only then can you belong to me

Floating falling, sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the music of the night"