Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom or anything associated with it.,.,.,., except my character,.,.,,.,., soo.,.,., you can't sue me! . lol
A/N: Alright, welcome to my first POTO fan fiction! I hope you'll enjoy it . Nothing else to say.,.,., sooo.,.,.,.,.,. ENJOY!!!
Phool: In Her Eyes
Chapter 1 - Jolie
"Megan Giry wake up! Please wake up. Ugh!" a young woman cried as she shook her sister. "Ugh! How is it possible that twins can be so completely different?" she whispered aloud partially to herself and partially to Meg.
"Because you're an odd ball Jol." Meg proclaimed groggily getting out of bed.
"I'm the odd ball? I'm not the one who can sleep through the end of the world, yet freak out every time something falls." Jol retorted.
"Yes, well, I'm paranoid slightly. Now, Jol, please leave so I can change."
"Right, sorry. Christine and I will be in the dining hall, so just meet us there." Jol explained as the door was shut in her face. She started making her way through the corridors, "Gosh, some people in the morning are just… I mean we go through the same thing every--" she stopped mid-sentence at the sight of a letter on the ground addressed 'Jolie Giry'. She bent down to retrieve it and it over so the back was facing her. She looked at the seal, a red skull, 'Typical.' she received many of these. "What now Erik?" she sighed as she broke the seal and took out the letter. It read:
'Dear Jolie,
I advise you to distance yourself from that horror of a "singer" Carlotta when she is singing. I do not wish for anything to happen to you.
- Erik'
'What do you have up your sleeve now Erik?' she thought a tear slid down her cheek as she tucked the letter away. She continued to make her way to the dinning hall trying to push the letter and it's writer out of her mind.
"Jol, over here!" Christine called from the other side of the dinning hall. "Where's Meg?"
"She's coming, I had a little trouble getting her up again." Jol explained as she sat down.
"Alright girls, come on get your costumes on, fix your make-up, and get ready to go on stage." Madam Giry announced walking into the room.
"Well I guess there's no time for breakfast, let's go. Hurry!' Jol hissed to Meg as she walked towards them. "Or not. You guys go ahead." she told Meg and Christine as she heard her mother,
"Jol Giry come here." Jol gave another glance at Christine and Meg to see if they had gone, and when she saw they hadn't she shooed them out with her hand and walked towards her mother.
"Yes?" she asked.
"What is that thing making a point in your dress?" Madam Giry questioned.
"Wha--? Oh that… it's a letter." Jol answered looking down.
"From whom?"
"From Erik, Mother, who else?" she replied continually turning the letter in her hands. Madam Giry sighed,
"Yes, well give it to me, don't want any of the other girls to see it, or your sister. You know how she gets."
"Yes Mama." Jol answered as she handed the note over to her mother slowly and disheartened.
"Now go, get ready." Madam Giry shooed her daughter.
Backstage was absolutely chaotic! The three dancers hurriedly changed into their costumes and helped each other with hair and make-up; a task which still took an hour. Once finished Meg, Jol, and Christine made their way out of the highly over-crowded dressing room, into the hectic lower level. "Rosin, we need rosin!" Jol explained almost forgetting. They quickly headed over to Madam Giry and some other girls to warm up.
Gradually everyone took their places on stage and Jol decided to watch the rehearsal. As Carlotta began singing and everyone went quiet. 'God! How is she still the Prima Donna? I may not be a singer, but I still know that's not how Elissa is supposed to sound!' Jol thought to herself until Monsieur Lefevre,
"Monsieur Reyer, Madam Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention?" everyone turned to Monsieur Lefevre, "Thank you. As you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these are all true, and, uh… , it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire…," many 'Ah, ha!'s and groans were heard from the cast and crew, "…Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre." A soft clap was given by all present.
'I don't like them. I don't like them at all. They don't seem like the type of men who enjoy this sort of thing.' Jol thought to herself worriedly. "But then there's that… Disgusting" Jol sighed when glanced at two chorus girls "swooning" over them.
"And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron. The Vicomte de Chagny." Monsieur Firmin introduced. Again more claps as the Vicomte walked in. As Christine and Meg walked up the stairs, accompanied by other dancers, Jol heard Christine whisper,
"It's Raoul. Before my father died, at the house by the sea…" Jol placed a hand on Christine's shoulder, "… I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He called me Little Lotte." Christine finished with a smile and twinkling eyes.
"Christine, he's so handsome." Meg commented. Jol, however, had a completely different train of thought,
'Erik! This can not be any good for Erik… he… loves… her… and…' she thought glumly until her thoughts were interrupted.
"My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire."
Monsieur Lefevre started the introductions, "Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading sopranos for 5 seasons." Piangi made a sound to be noticed, "Signor Ubaldo Piangi."
"An honor signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal. L will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies Monsieur." Raoul finished to Monsieur Reyer.
"Thank you, Monsieur Vicomte. Once more of you please Signor."
"He wouldn't recognize me." Christine stated sadly as Raoul passed by them.
"He didn't see you." Meg reassured. Before Jol could worry more, the music started and they had to dance.
A/N: Was it good?! Please tell me what ya thought of it, please? Anyway, 'til next time.,.,.,.,.,
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