Description: Two years after Christine had left Erik. In Opera Populare as one of balet rats starts learning girl named Rose. Would Erik be stong enough to keep this girl's temper down?...:)
story tipe-humor/romance
rating-M
P.S. I do not own Phantom of the Opera.
Story of the Wild Rose
1.chapter- my life before Opera Populare.
For you to understand story I must tell about my past.
My mum and dad is from very popular french familes. My dad was a captain on a ship „Carmelia". Oure family was rich. I have older brother Christian. He is tall and handsome with light brown hair like mother's. Christian was ten years old when I was born. Dad gaved me name Rose, becoes I have deep red hair. When I was five years old everyone said that I am the beautifulest girl who they had ever saw.
Parents did all what I wanted. When they didn't do as I said, I didn't talk with them until they did as told. So they started to call me the Wild Rose.
When I was seven years old mum decided for me to dance like balerina. I liked that and did everything wery well. Teacher said that I could become a grate balerina. But dad didn't like that. He said that I should sing. So I started to sing too. Parents was very proud of me. But ofcourse everything can't be good. In my seventeen birthday dad was in the sea when came note that „Carmelia" had sunk dowm with all ship's comamd. It was terible day for oure family. We lived onley on money who earned ship. Mother was heart broken. We didn't had money to pay foure house and my private lessons, So we had to sell oure monor and buy little house in countryside. Brother wanted for me to merry some rich man, bur I refused. Mum let me decide merry oure go to some balet school. At firs I screamed, but then I understund that it is to dangerous live in countryside not meried in my age and be so beautiful, so I decided to go in balet school. Brother found that I could go in Paris Opera house live and learn balet. If I would have grate talent I could become prima balerina.
I was my eighteen birthday when I was standing in front of Paris Opera's maqin dors with bag in one hand(there was all my things I had left) and letter from my dance teacher in other.
So here begins my story.
Hope that you liked this chapter. I have to apologise about my grammas, becoes I don't know english wery good. So sory!!!
I would be happy if in youre reviews would be written what you want to read in next chapters.
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