Hi guys, this is my first time writing a fanfic for Phantom of the Opera. Please give it a chance and I hope for more reviews. I have yet to complete the book, but I have watched the movie and the play, thus if my character development isn't that accurate, please forgive me.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and am writing just for my own enjoyment. The sequence of events may not run in order according to the movie.
" Bonjour! Nous avons un concert par Carlotta ce soir. Bienvenue! " greeted the ticket sellers as they welcomed the extinguished and high class guests from all over France.
It was definitely a big deal to be able to watch a musical at the Paris Opera House during the 19th century, since it was something not many could afford.
Carlotta was one of the top singers back then, with her high pitched voice and beautiful looks. Fans and guests often pampered her with all sorts of beauty products, perfume, flowers, chocolates and one of them even gave her a pet dog.
Her room was beautifully decorated with roses from all the guest, pink wardrobes, pink clothing, pink chair, pink comb, pink bedsheet covers and pink pillows. No one could disturb her when she was in her room and she would only come out whenever she likes without anyone hurrying her.
" Alright now, let's go to the backstage! " ordered Carlotta. Her servant immediately opened the door for her and held her by her left hand.
" Becareful! Don't touch my nail polish! " screamed Carlotta.
" Yes, yes! I am sorry. " apologised her faithful servant. Carlotta rolled her eyes in frustration, pulled up her dress a little and walked down the hall on her high heeled shoes.
" Oh my dear! You look gorgeous today. Your shoes are so...wonderful..." complimented Firmin Richard the manager of Paris Opera House.
" Merci! " thanked Carlotta.
" Please, " ushered Firmin. Carlotta walked carefully towards the backstage.
The backstage was crowded and packed like sardines. All the performers had gathered, preparing themselves to face the large audience. Many came specially to watch Carlotta perform. Carlotta would be performing twice that night, one in a musical, the other was her pet show; her solo singing performance.
" Alright, all of you ready? " asked Armand Moncharmin, the other manager.
" Oui! " the performers replied in unison.
" Don't worry, Christine. You can do it! " comforted Meg, Christine's best friend. The group had been rehearsing for ages just for tonight's special dance programme.
" Yes. Thanks for your comfort. We can do it! " smiled Christine. She was a newly recruited member of the singing and dance troupe. Meg and her mum, Madame Giry, had heard Christine's beautiful and magnificent voice, but not the rest. Every night, in her own room, her secret music teacher would pass her song sheets, asking her to practise by herself and he would accompany her in singing the songs during her breaks. Her music teacher never appeared and no one else had heard him in their rooms ex pet for Christine.
" It's just a simple dance this time. Next time maybe you can land yourself in a role where you can sing in front of the public. " encouraged Madame Giry.
" What? " questioned Carlotta who overheard their conversation.
" Nothing. " replied Christine.
" How dare you eye on my position? Never! I won't let you take my role! " threatened Carlotta.
" She knows how to sing too and she sings well! " argued Meg, defending Christine.
" It's alright Meg, don't let this affect our mood. " Christine pulled Meg away.
" Argh! Don't appear in front of me anymore! Monsieur, ask her to leave the troupe, or else I will, I will, I will leave! " warned Carlotta.
" Sorry my dear, but she is in the musical too later on! Both of you have to act together. " apologised Firmin.
" That is impossible! " screamed Carlotta's servant. Carlotta stared at her. Though those were the exact words she wanted to say, but it was improper for her servant to speak up out of a blue. The servant looked away embarrassingly, slapping her own mouth.
" Come on, just shake hands and let the matter pass. " said Armand.
Christine put out her hand first, waiting for Carlotta to shake her hand. Firmin grabbed Carlotta's hand and placed it against Christine's. Both shook hands unwillingly.
" Good evening my friend!" came a voice.
Raoul was holding onto a ticket for tonight's concert when he heard someone close calling out to him.
" Ah yes! How are you? It has been a long time since we met! " replied Raoul politely, recognising that it was his friend.
" Great! Came to watch the troupe perform? Heard they are awesome! " answered Raoul's friend.
" Yes. Let's go in! " laughed Raoul, putting his arm over hei friend's shoulder as they entered the Opera House.
" Good evening ladies and gentleman! " greeted Firmin.
" We are thankful that you have made a special trip down to watch our performance tonight! " said Armand and Firmin in unison as they introduced their performance to the guests.
" I am Armand. "
" And he is Firmin! "
Everyoneclapped for the hosts. The guests were donned in extravagant dresses, smart looking suits, branded handbags. Everything seemed glittery to the hosts.
" Now sit back and enjoy our the performance. Let's put our hands together to welcome our first round of performance! " cheered Armand. The hosts took a step back and left the stage. The curtains were drawn and the performers were already in their positions. The guest clapped continuously, enjoying how neatly the stage had been decorated and the accuracy of the orchestra team for they started playing the first piece of music.
The first few performances went just as well as expected. Carlotta and Christine collaborated well despite the earlier argument, much to the relief of the two managers. Rounds of applause followed after every item and the guests never seem to get tired of what they were seeing.
" This would be the last performance before the 15 minute intermission. Please return by 8.15pm for the next item would begin punctually. " reminded Firmin.
" Hurry! " chastised Armand!
" Stop it! Stop hurrying me! " barked Carlotta. Taking a few sips of water and spraying some throat relieve medication into her mouth, Carlotta tidied herself and stood on the stage, preparing for the curtains to be drawn and to be revealed to the public.
" Think of me...Think..of me..." sung Carlotta as she suddenly croaked like a frog. The guests burst out of laughterm unable to control themselves. The managers looked worriedly from teh backstage.
Carlotta cleared her throat and tried again.
" This can't be happening to me! " she thought.
" Think.." this time, her voice went as low as a man's voice. Even more laughter emerged the massive crowd.
Sensing her inability to continue, Firmin and Armand jumped out of teh backstage and ordered the curtains to quickly be released and hide the stage.
" Ladies and Gentlemen, that was something unexpected. More to come after the intermission. Thank you for your kind attention. " thanked Armand. The guests stood, clapped for the emcees and made their way out to enjoy some light refreshments.
How is it so far? Should I continue? Please review! :)