James Calloway stood in a church, having paid a night-time mass organist a hundred bucks to stick around for a couple of hours. Tonight, he wished to rehearse his singing, his desire to improve and perform having overcome his prudence. So, standing in the empty church with just the organist, who began to play the opening for him to get into key and sang Christine Daae's part, he waited for the entrance of the Phantom to begin his rehearsal. Looking over the sheet music with a smile on his face, he followed it with a practised eye.
The organist began, and Jim listened carefully, relaxing into his work.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind...
Jim counted as his entry began, and then came in.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me to glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind...
He cut it then, not quite satisfied with his work, but getting closer. "Thanks, thanks, let's go again from bar 44..." The organist nodded, and he got ready to begin again. Rehearsal was always the hardest part for him, but this song would be ready soon enough.