Based on the current rp in my forum "Bienvenue au Palais Garnier" currently #3 forum in Phantom of the Opera. RP still in progress and still accepting applicants. Please Read and Review.
It was a lovely Spring day in Paris. Thomas Gros and his fiancée, Christianne Vidal, were headed to work from their apartment on the Rue Notre Dame des Victoires. Thomas had been playing in the orchestra for about two years now and was the third chair first violinist, but today was Christianne's first day at the Opéra. She had recently been accepted into the Atelier Lyrique and had decided to leave her studies at le Conservatoire du 9ème Arrondissement in order to be able to devote herself wholly to her new career alongside her soon-to-be husband. Music had always linked Thomas and Christianne together. They met at the Conservatoire and fell in love during their studies. Now, they would be playing and singing alongside one another at the world famous Opéra Garnier. To them, Paris was like a musical fairy-land where their love for one another and for their art could blossom and flourish.
"Oh, Thomas, this is simply wonderful! Think of it: l'Opéra Garnier!"
Thomas grinned at his fiancée. He had heard her voice thousands of times before, but no matter how many times he heard her, every time he heard her voice felt like the first. Though he enjoyed the private singing performances she gave him, Thomas was excited that Christianne would finally be able to share her voice with the world. He chuckled, "Of course I can believe it – they couldn't resist your angelic voice. Are you nervous?"
She nodded.
"Nervous and excited all at the same time. The performances at le Conservatoire were never so big as anything at the Garnier."
"Don't worry, love. I know that wherever you go you'll be amazing." Thomas took Christianne's hand for a moment. "I remember my first time at the Garnier. I was feeling the same way you were – nervous and excited – and when I first played there... it was one of the greatest feelings in the world."
She smiled back at him.
"What did it feel like?"
He smiled and kissed her cheek, "It felt like finding my true love. Except finding you was much better."
She giggled gleefully and gave his hand a squeeze.
Thomas loved saying things like that to her. If he could tell her he loved her every moment of their lives, he would. Somehow, it seemed like Christianne was a princess and he was the pauper, in a sense. Although he had already won her heart, he still sometimes felt like there could be something more he could give her, but he did not know what it could be.
Chuckling, Thomas pulled her closer to him, hoping to see her smile once more.
She grinned at him and then turned away blushing. She loved to be alone with her fiancé. He never failed to be the romantic charmer she had once met her first day at the Conservatoire in their Music History class that they had together.
She leaned in for a kiss.
Smiling, Thomas complied and leaned in to kiss her as well.
The two kissed. A kiss from Thomas always made everything feel better for Christianne. She was still nervous, but she knew that her love would be there with her the entire time, and knowing this was what appeased her.
Thomas felt Christianne relax as he held her and almost let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want her to be so nervous about this.
"I'll be with you the whole time. And if they try to kick me out, then," he thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly. "Then I'll handcuff the guy to a door! Or better yet, I'll handcuff myself to a door!"
She laughed at him. Thomas was always such the biggest goofball.
"And where exactly are you planning on finding a pair of handcuffs?" she asked, challengingly.
"What if I told you I brought a pair? Would you believe me?"
She laughed.
"Oh Thomas... I never said that I didn't believe you."
He chuckled as he leaned in closer to her.
"But you might have been thinking it!"
"What possible reason would I have not to believe you, mon amour?"
He gave a small grin, "Because I'm a horrible liar... usually." Thomas chuckled.
She laughed.
"Oh Thomas, what am I ever going to do with a husband who never lies to me? I won't have anything to nag him about as a wife," she teased.
He kissed her on the tip of her nose and his grin spread a bit wider.
"Oh? And who says that I never lie to you?" He reached into his coat pocket and rattled something that sounded like keys. Except they clinked and clacked a bit more roughly than a pair of keys.
"Of course, I'll make sure that you will have something to nag me about. I can't be good all the time, can I, love?"
She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
"No, I suppose not... So what do you have in there? Something I can nag you about?"
He laughed.
"Quite possibly." He rattled the object again.
"Let me see!" she laughed, reaching into his coat pocket.
Thomas stepped away from Christianne, laughing as he rattled the object louder.
"Are you challenging me, Monsieur?" she asked, putting her hands on hips and giving a smirk.
Thomas took his hand out of his coat pocket and began slowly backing away, a smirk on his lips.
"Perhaps," he challenged and backed away faster.
She laughed and rushed at him, trying to grab the object out of his pocket.
He laughed as he easily avoided her quick hand. As the little game went on, Thomas began jogging away from her, hoping she would follow.
She went after him.
"Thomas!" she laughed. "Why can't I see?"
"You can if you can catch up!" he called.
She ran after him, still laughing.
Thomas began taunting her, trying to run her around in circles.
She finally stopped and folded her arms, giving an adorable pout as he ran circles around her.
Thomas stopped and stood facing her. His eyebrows rose.
"Had enough?"
She smiled, then reached up and kissed him.
"Have you?"
"Mmmm... maybe."
She gave a coquettish smile.
Thomas smiled and pulled her a bit closer.
She kissed him again and while doing so, slipped her hand into his coat pocket.
Thomas broke away for a moment and said, "Go ahead, love. You can take it out now." He grinned. "You'll have a good reason to nag me now."
She reached into his pocket and pulled out the object. It was two objects actually: a pair of handcuffs and a little box.
She looked up at him with a smug expression.
"So you were completely serious about that? Well, you're right about one thing though. It has given me something to nag you for. You've brought a pair of handcuffs, and yet you've forgotten something far more important."
Thomas laughed, "Well since you now have nagging rights, I'll have that back." He snatched the handcuffs out of her hand and pocketed them in his coat. He circled behind her and put his arms around her neck, looking down at the little package that Christianne held. He smiled.
"Don't just stare at it; open it."
She smiled and opened the box. Inside, there was a little slip of paper. She took it out and read aloud.
"My dear little Christianne, I saw this and thought of you, but after I bought it and was holding it in my hand, I realized that I'd much rather be holding you."
"She looked into the box again and her eyes lit up. Inside was a silver necklace with a heart shaped pendant that had a single pearl in the center.
Thomas kissed her cheek.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it, Thomas..." she said, smiling warmly.
"I love you," Thomas said, leaning in to kiss Christianne.
They kissed.
"Oh... it makes me feel so bad that I have to nag you now..."
Thomas smiled coyly.
"Oh, well then I should be nice to you more often so that I don't have to get nagged." Then he spun her around. "Do you want me to put the necklace on you?"
"Thomas, it really is rather important..."
"Oh, I see, well if you insist on putting it on yourself..."
"Thomas, that's not what I meant, dear..."
Thomas' eyebrows rose.
"Oh, what are you talking about?"
"Well... Thomas, dear, where are we going?"
"To the Opéra Garnier..."
"And what do you do there, dear?"
Thomas' brows furrowed.
"Christianne, I don't see the point in all of – oh! You thought that I..." he couldn't help it, he burst into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?"
He tried to stop laughing so that he could explain himself.
"I'm having a friend of mine take my violin to the theatre this morning so that I can only focus on you." His eyes glimmered for a moment, but died down as he chuckled again. "I just can't believe that you actually thought that I came this far and actually forgot it."
She blushed, embarrassed for having doubted him and been so terribly wrong.
"Oh," she said, trying to chuckle herself.
Thomas looked at her and stopped laughing, walking over to her.
"I'm sorry, love. I should have told you where my violin was. I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's fine, dear," she said smiling at him and continuing to walk.
He kept pace with her.
"Do you really forgive me? I feel terrible that I let you think that I left my violin at home..."
"Of course I do," she said, a hint of doubt in her voice.
She felt like a complete idiot, like Thomas had succeeded in making an enormous fool out of her, and that he had been laughing at her stupidity. She had only been trying to help...
Thomas did not really realize how Christianne felt at that moment, but he could hear the uneasiness in her tone again and knew that he could not let her go to the opera house this way. She did not need to be stressed on her first day of work.
So trying to make her happy again, he brought up the necklace again.
"Do you want to wear it to work for good luck?" he asked as he reached into her hands to acknowledge the necklace's existence.
She turned to him, gave a small smile, and nodded. She then stopped, handed him the necklace, and lifted her hair.
Thomas took the necklace and gently put it around her neck. He smiled and kissed her cheek.
"If somehow I can't be there physically when you sing, just remember that I'll always be with you in your heart."
She smiled at him.
"I know you will be there, dear."
He kissed her again, sighing.
She savored his embrace. How could she remain upset with him when he was always so charming and thoughtful?
Thomas whispered in Christianne's ear, "We should probably start walking again, love. It wouldn't be good to be late on your first day."
She sighed.
"You're probably right, dear... meet me for lunch? There's a sandwich shop just inside the metro station..."
He nodded.
"Of course I will, love." He spun her around to give her a kiss.
They kissed. Christianne smiled and linked arms with him as they continued along their way to the Opera. It was not very long before the massive and splendid "palace" was within their view: the Opéra Garnier! The two walked to the back of the performer's entrance.
"You'll be wonderful. Trust me, I've heard you," Thomas said with a smile.
"Thanks," she said. "One more kiss? For luck?"
Thomas smiled as they both kissed. Then he found his violin sitting where his friend had set it and walked away, knowing that Christianne would stun the manager with her voice.