This story is written especially for suscintilla who inspired me more than anything with her delicious story The Owl and the Pussycat. That story is the BEST phanfic I have EVER read so far- and I am sure EVERYONE who is in love with our gorgeous Erik will LOVE it. I hope that you continue with your marvelous story, suscintilla! By the way – again, I have erased the fact that he murdered. Yes- he knocked out Piangi, who later died from the fire and the man who was supposed to take Christine to the cemetery, and he went partially insane- but he never killed Bouquet: just suppose he died, seeing as he was always filling his belly with alcohol and who knows what else!
Erik looked down at his rose, which he had set down next to the sketches he had drawn of himself as Don Juan.
No one would listen… No one, but her… heard as the outcast hears. He sang softly; putting his hands together as if for a prayer. He closed his eyes and sat there; his Red Death's cape draped over the chair.
Aye, she listened. But now, she is listening to the song of her true love. I have set my angel free. It is time to move on.
It had been a year since the horrible disaster and spring now came on in Paris, 1871. After reconstruction and hard work of everyone who tried to live in the burned down mess of the Populaire, they all set back to work; already beginning their rehearsals for the opening production of the replenished theatre. Carlotta Giudicelli, now without her Piangi, was asked to sing again; seeing as O.G. seemed to have perished along with the fire. For on that fateful night, the angry mob went down and found a strange empty home of something or someone; but they did not find anyone down there, so they decided to leave it alone. One of them wanted to burn the place which was full of art and music, but another decided it would put a curse on them all; and that they should leave the scene untouched.
Poor Carlotta, was still quite shocked at finding Ubaldo deceased; but said, "Lo spettacolo deve continuare!" The show must go on! So she once again was to star in the newest production of Amami o L'amore non Mi, which was about the beautiful maiden, Melina from Venice who fell in love with a man who was condemned to death. Carlotta, of course, was immediately cast as the lovely Melina, to most everyone's misery.
Meg Giry stood infront of her dressing room mirror; her mother fixing her corset.
"Ouch, Mama!" She screeched.
"Hold still, Meg darling." Antoinette Giry said. She then loosened the strings a little to accommodate her dear one. "Your costume is supposed to be worn tightly, just as all the others, Meg."
"I know, but sometimes I find that I loathe corsets more than anything!" Meg replied.
"No woman in her right mind likes how they feel. The only thing a woman likes is what they do for the shape."
"Well, some women may- but I don't think it is needed."
"Sorry, but that's not up to you- at least when it comes to costumes; especially when you are wearing the exact same thing as a lot of other girls."
"Eww," Meg said, grimacing at the ugly rags sitting on the bed. "I am not about to put those on… am I, mama?" Meg inquired gesturing to them. Her mother took them into her hands.
"I am afraid that the ballet chorus are playing Melina's scullery, and hand maids for the entire performance. So you'll be wearing different kinds of work clothes through out." Madame Giry answered reluctantly. Meg sighed.
"Oh dear… At least today is not a dress rehearsal." Meg said.
"Yes, you are lucky for that. Now go onto the stage, tell the girls I will be there to instruct soon- I have something I must attend to." Antoinette glancing at a note with a skull seal on Meg's dressing room desk.
Anyways- I don't know if it's any good. I hope you guys will help me out with what it needs, and what- perhaps- it does not need! Thank you!