Angela's POV
Paris, the city of art and beauty. It's gorgeous! I have been begging my parents for a year to let take this trip. My cousin, and best friend, Peter helped too, so he had to come. I glanced around me taking in all the beautiful buildings. We were right next to a market, so many wonderful smells filled our noses. The train ride had been stuffy and I had gotten motion sick, so I sighed with pleasure at the fresh air.
The slight breeze ruffled my skirts and brought me back to my senses. I turned to Peter and smiled.
"Peter, we're finnaly here!" I hugged him tightly, and he laughed at my enthusiasm.
"Yes Angela, we're here." I realesed him to look about me. Paris was more beautyful than I had imagined. Remembering, I pulled out the note my mother had given me, for when I arrived.
"Peter, Mother said we should go to this theater first." My parents have already been here multiple times, and knew the best places to go. I showed him the name on the note. He looked around us and spotted its sign. We walked up to it. It was a huge building, larger than any I have seen in my hometown. While i was standing agahst at the granduire of this theater, Peter-who had been to big cities like this before and wasn't fazed- read the sign on the door and motioned me over. As I could only speak a little french-and couldn't read it- Peter translated the sign for me.
"They're showing the opera 'Hannibal' tonight." It wasn't time for the preformance yet, so we went to the market to kill some time.
Once the clock tower struck eight, we were sitting in the theater. The lights were dim, and the orcestra was playing softly. I wiggled in my seat with anticipation. This would be my first time seeing an opera of such a high caliber. I went still as the curtains opened. The preformance that followed was breath taking. The dancing was marvelous, and the singing was heavenly.
After it was over, we walked out onto the street in front of the theater. I danced around-not as gracefully as the dancers- laughing. Peter chuckled at my sillyness, but I was too happy to care. Giving in to the fun, Peter started singing one of the songs in his deep base, and I harmanized with him in my soft Alto. I grew bold as the song drew to a close, and sung the final notes as loud as I could. When we had finished, we were met with applause. I had forgotton that we were surrounded by people. I blushed as the confidence that I had before left me. I never liked singing in front of anyone, but my family. Peter sensing my distress, pulled me away from the crowd. We started walking back to the Hotel we were staying at. As we walked, I spotted a passage way to a lower level of the theater and I made a mental note to investigate it later.