Chapter 1: Introduction to Meg Giry
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "The Phantom of the Opera". The following is just a fan fiction, and it's just for fun. :)
Meg Giry. She remembered learning to write her name when she was young. Later when she was a little older and a great deal wiser, she looked back and tried to remember what that name meant to her at the time.
Meg had blonde hair and brown eyes. She was said to have quite the pretty smile. She was said to resemble an angel. She took great pride in this; for she was very vain. But it must be noted, she was not really beautiful; just pretty.
She'd always been quiet. She wasn't very smart, but she was practical. Although Meg had a dreamy side to her as well, she did not exercise it very often. Really, good looks, some talent, and a head on your shoulders were all you needed to work in the opera. No time for daydreams.
She remembered herself at seven, finally thinking to ask who her father was. She remembered her mother looking away with – could it be? - slightly wet eyes. She wondered what had made Mother cry like that. She only wanted to know who her father was. True, quite a number of the other ballerinas didn't have fathers. Of course, they often didn't know their mothers either. So she always sensed that there was something strange going on - she, after all, had a mother.
By that time Meg had learned to use her ears. No one liked a lowly ballerina mouthing off, but if that same lowly ballerina stayed quiet… why, something so lowly, so invisible, could easily be ignored. In this manner she learned that Carlotta (though she would never have called the diva by her first name, she probably would have been smacked for being bold) was ascending to the place of leading soprano. Meg learned all sorts of gossip, and she could never get enough. She enjoyed the dancing, true, but it was hard work. Distractions were welcome.
One day, Meg caught a group of older ballerinas talking backstage before an opera. She could only catch small bits of their somewhat cryptic conversation.
"Did you hear...?"
"She's taking in…"
"Not even her own child…"
They raised their heads from their conversation and suddenly saw her, standing there, just watching them. Each gave her a peeved look and went back to stretching. Meg wondered what they were talking about. She could have used some new gossip. Then, without another thought of it, she turned around and joined the younger ballerinas for stretches.
But really, she should have thought of it more. The event about which the ballerinas were speaking was going to change Meg's life forever.
a/n: Any suggestions are greatly appreciated. I would most like to know, how I can improve, even if it's just one little thing like "more dialogue" or "longer chapters". Oh,andI know this one's short... it's more of a prolouge if anything.If there's something you especially liked or disliked, please point it out. Thank you!