Authors Note: Well this is my first "offical fanfiction", so try not to scream at me too much. Aaaaand here we go: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or any of it's characters. They are the property of Gaston Leroux, except for the one weird chick, and Webber. Have fun with it. I do. Oh and reviews would be not only a gift, but . . . AWSOME!
Shrew (prologue)
It was raining in Paris, again. The streets still flowed with the river of traffic, only more sluggish. The thin coat of soot from the workhouses, chimneys from humble flats and townhouses alike was washed away; even if it was only for an afternoon. Cabbies squinted out from under their sodden woolen caps and continued to curse the wetness that fell, almost as equally as their horses. This was the same accursed wet that found Mlle. Csorba. Holding her dripping skirts in one hand and several packages in another, with no umbrella in sight. She charged across the Boulevard des Capucines and was nearly run over by one of those grumpy cabbies. She turned and snorted in his direction.
"Sour Frenchman" she mumbled. She didn't scowl for long, seeing her place of residence always brought a smile to her face, even in this gloomiest of days. Its majestic skyline rose to meet her across the square. Opera Populaire She could swear the gold embossed Apollo winked to her from his perch atop the magical venue. For if anything Mlle. Kathryn Csorba was sure the Opera was enchanted. She caught herself smiling once again and winked back, as was her tradition. She happily waltzed her way to the safe shores of her home and muse.