Christine looked out the carriage window watching Paris leave the horizon. She could see the light from candles still faintly. She couldn't believe that she was leaving Paris! The only home she really ever knew! Sure she lived with her father but that was so long ago that she could barley remember the house by the sea. She looked over at Raoul. He was so happy to be finally leaving Paris. He thought she was just as happy. Although she was happy to go with Raoul to his house just a little ways to the north she couldn't help feeling guilty for leaving the one person that ever watched and protected her after her father died. As she stared out the window she felt a warm tear slip down her cheek. She looked ahead to a new life and a new love…

2 years later….

Christine was sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery holding her new daughter. She named her Gabrielle. She looked so peaceful sleeping in her mother's arms. Christine was softly singing a song to Gabrielle. It was that one song she was sung to her by her angel of music. How she still missed him. While Gabrielle was dreaming Christine softly said to her:

"I'm going to tell you a story. It's about a girl and her angel of music…"