Hi and this is the repost of 'Young Music'. As some of read before, it wasn't very good with the paragraphing and the language so I decided to repost it. Please do not flame. Thank You.
I do not own Phantom of the Opera but I do own Blake and Angel.
"Would you make her shut up before I go deaf!" yelled a young boy on the front row. "Be quiet, little toad, for I am the leading lady in this play." Carlotta snapped. "I do not why they would put you as the leading lady of anything! You sound like a screeching cat!" the young boy shot back. Carlotta put her hands on her sides and yelled "Why do you say that to my face or are you chicken, little toad?"
The boy stood up quickly and climbed on stage and got in Carlotta's face, "You sound like a screeching cat and I always see you with a wig on. Now the question is: Are you bald?" he said as he began to grow a smirk on his face. "Why I..." then Carlotta slapped him with her fan and turned away. But before she could start walking the boy stuck his foot in front of Carlotta and she tripped. The boy fell back, laughing his head off while Carlotta stood up. "You little toad, I can send you out of this opera house!" He stopped laughing and stood up quickly, "You can not send me out of here, I live here!"
The two continued to fuss until a woman with brown hair and a dark green dress stepped between them and said, "Stop fussing or you will both will be punished." "Yes Madame Giry." said the boy. "But he tripped me and said I sound like a screeching cat." complained Carlotta. "Because you do." the boy mumbled under his breath. "What was that, Blake?" asked Madame Giry. "Oh nothing." Blake said innocently. "Now, Blake you get back to your seat and Carlotta you get back to practice." said Madame Giry said as she walked to where the ballerinas were practicing at.
Blake was a young boy about 19, emerald eyes which would change to a hazel in times of anger or sadness, jet black hair that was comb back, and the cloths he usually wears were black leather gloves, black pants, a black collared shirt and black vest, black boots and sometimes he would wear a pitch black cape. But the thing that people look at first is his black half mask he always wears on the right side of his face.
He waited a little while until his friend walked towards him from the stage, "You did it again, did you not?" she asked. This girl was about 17 also, had brown eyes, brown hair that was in curls, and she wore a navy blue dress with white lace trim "Do what?" he asked. "Fuss at Carlotta and did something to her." she said with an 'I-know-you-did-it' look. "Do you mean as in making her trip?" he asked as he stood up. "So you are admitting that you did something?" she asked. "No... yes." he said sarcastically. "I knew it, you can come to my mom's room if you want." "Fine, Angel." he said as they started towards Christine's room but unknown to them, they were being watched by a pair of eyes behind the shadows.
Few Minutes later...
Angel opened her door to see that her mother was getting ready for the play tonight. "Hello, Madamoiselle Daae." said Blake as he entered the room with Angel in front of him. "And hello to you Blake. What are you two here?" she asked as she was fixing her hair in a bun. "Well, we were going to wait until the opera was going to start." said Blake. "And I need to get ready also." Angel chimed in. "Alright but Blake you need to get out when Angel and me start getting our costumes on." said Christine. "Yes Madamoiselle Daae." Blake responded.
While Angel and Christine were getting dressed, Blake was in the hallway leaning a wall then suddenly all the candles in the hallway are blown out. Blake quickly stands straight and looked around but it was pointless, he couldn't see anything. He cursed under his breath and slowly walked down the hallway until his vision got adapted to the lighting so he could see a little bit better now.
He looked around once again still see to nothing till a pair of strong hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him back until he hit something. It felt hard and it was moving in and out then Blake's eyes widen when he realized it was someone's massive chest. He tried to get free but he couldn't and then Blake froze in fear when he heard a dark voice asked, "Tell me, are you afraid? Are you afraid of something precious to you to be taken away? Are you afraid of being shunned and no one loving you? Knowing only the darkness that lies within you? And someone finding about your dark past?"
Blake then felt anger fill him then he yelled, "Let me go!" he tried to wiggle free, "I said let... me...GO!!!" Then the hands let go and the candles were lit again. Christine and Angel ran out of their room to find Blake half bent down with a dark angry look on his face and he was breathing heavily. Angel ran up to him in concern and asked, "Blake are you alright?" "I am... I am fine... I just... just got startled, that is all." he said as he stood straight and tried to clam his breathing. "Oh dear! We are about to be late for the opera, we need go." said Christine as they started to run down the hallway to the stage.
Backstage...
"Come on people, get ready, we are about to start!" yelled the one of the managers. Everybody was running around trying to get ready. The props were getting into place, people were getting in their positions on stage, and the lights were getting lit. Angel was getting her position with the other ballerinas and Christine was rehearsing her sing lines. All seemed prefect but it was Carlotta who had the lead role and that was the only thing not so prefect about it.
Box seat 5...
Blake was sitting in one of the seats, waiting for the play to begin. Then he felt like he was being watched. He turned around to see nothing and then turned back to the stage as the curtain began to open. But someone was watching him, from the shadows.
I hope you like it. If you think it needs something or it is good or bad, please review. And please watch your language when reviewing. Thank You.
