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Happy B-Day Nat!!The sound of music fills the air as Christine falls asleep. She opens her eyes into, what she believes to be, a dream. She sits up in a daze and lets the voice she loves so much wash over her. She stands and reaches out towards where she thinks the voice is coming from.Happy B-Day Nat!! by Moonshine112
The voice calls to her in that sweet, sweet alluring voice. She walks, almost in a trance-like state, towards the mirror. She stands in front of the mirror and sees him in the reflection. A gasp escapes her lips and he sings softly to her, beckoning her forward with a hand. She appears to walk through the mirror, however, the mirror is just an illusion. She walks out the other side of the mirror, taking his hand tentatively in hers.
He pulls her hand and begins to rush down, what looks to be, a hundred flights of stairs. They make it down quickly and he doesn't stop singing, and she doesn't want him to. She joins along with him as the reach the chorus of the song she doesn't remember learning, but somehow she knows the