audition, since there were openings for the chorus, she still couldn't bring herself to sing (she knew since she had actually tried to sing a few notes, and noticed that her under practiced voice was completely off key). She felt embarrassed, and was glad that Levefre understood her situation. She soon asked him if there was anything else that was available, and he soon brought up the idea of being a costume dog, a job that would require her to make all of the costumes for actors. She agreed, and with a shake of her paw, she was made the costume dog of the Canine.

   She knew this job was for her, for many reasons. For instance, the costume room was in the very back of the Grand Theater's stage, so it was far away from the music that she had left behind. Another great thing about this was that she was mostly by herself, so she was rarely bothered by anyone. Even when her newly acquired friends Dixie and Slyvie would stop by to chat, she would mostly be either very busy, or would want to be by herself. The two chorus dogs didn't really understand their husky friend, but they respected her privacy nonetheless.

   After about a week after becoming the Canine's newest costume dog, everyone in the Opera House was talking about their newest member. A few of the staff members would say she was nice, whilst some of the dogs up in the rafters, including Joseph Buquet, would try to catch a glimpse of her slick but furry form. The male actors thought she was quite beautiful, whilst Madame Aurelia thought she was a rather odd sort of character. Overall, Jennifer Daae seemed out of the ordinary, but someone that seemed normal enough to fit right in with the rest of the staff.

   The female ballet dancers and chorus members, however, didn't exactly feel the same way. They didn't like that fact that she was so pretty (funnily enough, Jenna was in fact much more beautiful than most of them) and they wondered as to why she didn't audition. It was soon found out that she was related to the famous violist Gustave Daae, and they soon became confused as to why Jenna hadn't thought of being in the chorus or becoming a singer or actress.

   "Maybe she thinks she's better than us?" One female opera singer said to her friends at a dinner party, "I bet she thinks she's too skilled to be a part of the chorus!"

   This somewhat made sense to them. They believed that Jenna had numerous amounts of training, both from her Father and from the Paris Conservatorium.

   "I've heard she doesn't want to be anywhere near the stage!" Another singer had said to her friends, "What kind of dog doesn't want to be in an Opera House, but still joins one anyway?"

   These rumors made the rust-colored husky a regular thing to talk about in the regular line of gossip at the Canine. The employees would usually whisper to themselves, sometimes the ballet girls would giggle or laugh behind her back, or Buquet at his bunch would try and flirt with her. This was all somewhat embarrassing to say the least. It was like being to new kid at school, and she didn't like the way people talked about her. So, she slowly began to isolate herself, as she refused to spend time with anyone. She didn't go to the various different events in the Canine, she sat at the very back of the theater during a staff meeting. She ate lunch alone, and didn't really speak to anyone, besides the actors coming for their costumes. She spent all her time alone, and she soon began to accept it.

   After only a month since she joined the Opera House, Jenna wasn't exactly as enthusiastic as she originally was when she asked to become a costume dog. True, the work wasn't hard, and the pay was reasonable, but she couldn't stand being talked about behind her back. Sometimes she would stop her sewing machine and just cry softly with her head on her desk, almost feeling like she didn't belong in the Canine.

   I don't deserve to be here, she thought sadly, trying to hide her tears, I don't belong amongst these dogs and their beautiful voices and tremendous wealth and acting skills. I don't want to be here anymore…

   Her hopes were almost gone, until one day. She was busy working on a nobleman's suit for the upcoming performance of Don Giovanni. The costume room was a bit stuffy, so she had taken off her bandanna. She was working rather diligently, wiping the sweat from her brow.

   Jenna… The husky's ears perked up as she thought they had picked up someone's voice in distance. She stopped her sewing, but when she didn't hear anything but silence, she returned to her work.

   Jenna… The voice returned, this time it was a bit clearer. Jenna got up from her seat and walked over to the door. Upon opening it, she looked around the place, but she noticed that she was alone. She wasn't sure who was calling her, but she decided to ignore it and went back to her sewing.

   It wasn't until a few minutes later she heard the voice again.

   Jenna…Jennifer Daae… The husky was now getting irritated. She then called out, "Hello, who's there?"

   Jenna…Listen to me…I have come for you… Jenna wasn't sure where this voice was coming from, and from the looks of things, she didn't like the idea of being picked on. Was someone pulling a prank on her?

   "Who's there? If this is a prank, I'm not falling for it."

   "Do not be alarmed…I have watched you from afar…and I have come for you…you see…I am you Angel of Music…"

   Jenna was completely taken aback by this statement. Sure, she thought the voice was probably some dog playing a trick on her, but now, that idea was thrown straight out the window. The voice had said it was the Angel of Music. The Angel of Music? The one that her Father spoke of in his stories? It was said that the Angel of Music would come to those that were in dire need of help, when all of their hopes and dreams were dashed away, the Angel would descend from Heaven and come to their aid, blessing them with the gift that only an Angel could give.

   And he was here in the Opera Canine, and Jenna had heard him. However, she was still skeptical, "Are you really the Angel of Music?" Jenna asked, "Prove to me that you're my Angel." After she asked this question, she suddenly heard what sounded like music from an orchestra start to play. It sounded near to her, almost like it was disembodied and omnipresent. As the music built itself up, the voice began to sing what sounded like the last notes from Puccini's spellbinding opera Turandot

   "Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincerro…vincerrro…vincerro!" The voice suddenly boomed with a fiery passion, almost like an Angel's voice had suddenly penetrated the very earth itself. Jenna was frozen in her spot, as the heavenly voice surrounded her with a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. The voice had proven it to her, and he was right. He really was the Angel of Music.

   Jenna's eyes lit up, as she nearly cried as the voice sang to her, "I don't believe it," She began, putting her paw on her mouth in disbelief, "I thought my Father was wrong, but he was right. He sent you to me!"

   "Yes, he has, and I have come to give you a gift…a gift unlike anything you've ever seen before. I have watched you for many days, and I understand that you are very sad, and unhappy. Those fools in this place don't understand you, but I do, I truly do, and I am here to help you. I will give you your voice back, and you will become just like…no, you will be better than any opera singer imaginable!"

   Jenna's ears drooped, "No, I don't think so," She replied sadly, "My voice sounds terrible."

   "Do not fret, my dear. Why do you think I'm here? I will show you the way to greatness, I assure you. I promise you this, with my spirit, and your voice, in one combined, I will give you the gift of music!"

   "Do you mean, like, lessons?" She asked.

   "Yes, I will give you lessons. It is my duty to serve you, my dear. I will be your private instructor, a teacher of sorts."

   "OK, um, I think we should meet here. I have some free time for about an hour at 2:00 PM. Is that an ok time for you to teach me?"

   "Yes, I like that. I will meet you here, every day, for an hour of singing lessons. Do not forget, and never be late." Jenna thought she felt something move past her, like some kind of presence fade away, and she knew that the voice had vanished.

   Jenna received her promised music lessons each and every day after that, at the exact time of 2:00. Despite Jenna's lack of training, the "Angel" was patient, and didn't mind if Jenna wasn't up to par with his level. He had somehow managed to remember where Jenna's Father had left off in his lessons, and immediately picked it up from there. Soon, Jenna became better and better, each day she would practice and practice, humming underneath her breath whilst she worked, or sometime she would go up to the roof and sing, where no one would be able to hear her (she was still somewhat shy).

   Jenna felt happy, more so than she did in a long time. When her Father had passed,