Disclaimer: I do not own anything from POTO. Except my character Luna.
Luna's POV
"This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours from the enslaving force of Rome!"
I heard Carlotta singing or more like screeching on sour notes as I stretched alone in the corner for the dance to come soon. The chorus girls sounded off dressed as Romans and filling the air with sounds upbeat music. Piangi soon walked across the stage only to fill the air with as just a sour note as Carlotta's was only less screeching. I stood and walked over to be chained next to another ballerina and to wait for are cue to take the stage.
Mousier Reyer taped his stick to get the attention of the cast as they're rehearsal scene spiraled downhill. Poor man no one listens to him. Surprising I'm still astonished he has not quit him having to deal constantly with Carlotta's screeching.
As he tried to get a hold of the cast he was interrupted by the manager who was followed in by 2 men dressed in a bougie fashion. The first man was tall his hair brown, dressed in a red suit. He generated a Narcissistic attitude that was enough to make my stomach turn. The second man was shorter. His hair was grey from what looks like stress but he had a kinder attitude that adorned him. "There have been imminate rumors of my retirement" said the manager "I have to put these rumors to rest and that I am and these are your new managers and the owners of Opera Populaire. Mousier Richard Firman and Mousier Gilles Andre" applause rippled through the cast as they made their introductions.
I zoned out not really caring about what was being said and my eyes wandered around the opera house until I finally came up to the rafters it was then I saw a flash of black. I blinked and looked all around the rafter I finally blamed it on my imagination before looking forward.
"It's Raoul" I heard the ballerina I was attached to speak .Her name was Christine. I've never talked to her or the blond one Meg who stood next to her even though I roomed with them" A man with who was slightly lanky with chestnut brown hair stood in the room an introduced himself as our new patron." He's so handsome said Meg" I looked at her puzzled the man was far from handsome his face was slightly too long, he was sorta lanky no sex appeal or any appeal at all came from this man. He walked right past Christine and as he did she seemed to be crushed. I mean did she expect him to regonize him they were children the last time they saw each other there is no possible way he could possibily know exactly what she looked like. I then again zoned out until I felt a pull on the chain and Christine snarkly told me to come on. I followed her and as the music began and the dance begun. My body and the music meshed into one as the sound filled the air and drifted over my body. Madame Gary was showing the new managers the ballerina's. Mousier Firman leered at us like we were meat.
"We take particular pride in our ballet mousier" spoke Madame Giry "I see why" spoke Mousier Andre, "especially that little blond angel". Madame Giry face slightly hardens and spoke "that is my daughter Meg Giry. Mousier turned slightly pink and decided to keep his mouth shut as Mousier Firman questioned Madame Giry about Christine. She replied to him with the same snippy tone and telling him that she thought of her as a daughter. Mousier dropped the subject on Christine before pointing at me with his cane." And of this black hair beauty what of her" Madame Giry stopped and looked at him and spoke with cold words." Luna Nee Winters. She is a ballet prodigy, very promising talent indeed but, she is a mute and it would be best if she is left alone" Her words coming out sharp as knifes and her stone stare directed at both of the managers making them gulp and stop asking questions as the song finished.
"All they care about is the dancing" screeched Carlotta. I could care less of her diva fits as I was unhinged from Christine and I went to my corner as I waited for the next dance to begin. I played with the fringes on my dress trying to occupy myself until the next scene. I looked up when Carlotta took the stage once more to sing to sing the song from Act 3 I inwardly groaned as she started her song. Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free – Without any warning the scene fell with a roaring tumble on to Carlotta. Unfortunaly she was not hurt at all just very bitchy. "It's the phantom of the opera he's here" said Meg. Everyone began to slightly panic. The chorus and stage hands helped Carlotta up while she was screaming yet again like a wild banshee. The managers try to sooth her again but this time she really leaves. Madame Giry who had walked off for a moment came back from the Opera Ghost who welcomed them to his opera house and asked for his 20,000 francs and that box 5 be empty. They started to act like bumbling idiots so I decided it was time to take my leave. I headed back to my room that I shared with Christine and Megs. I walked in the room was dark and chilling. It was home I lay in my bed for a moment before feeling the need to dance. I lit a candle and let the music in my head take me into a whirl of dances.
The Phantoms POV
I mentally laughed as I watched Carlotta storm out and Christine. My love. My Angel of Music take the part I knew she was meant to sing. I headed through a passage way towards Christine's mirror. When I reached there I saw Luna practing her dance. I love to watch her dance but not as much as love to hear Christine sing. Luna was just as beautiful as Christine or even more so. Her hair was midnight black and it fell into loose curls and ended at her waist. Her skin was snow white and flawless and she had blood red lips that were full and kissable. Her eyes were shaped seductively and an icy blue grey and complimented by thick long black eye lashes. Her body was curvy and nicely sized in all the right places. She was gorgeous but, she was a mute. Thus dimming any light that would have attracted me to her and making her just well Luna. She danced like this for a bit longer and then stopped when Christine and Meg entered the room to get ready for Hannibal. I left the mirror and went back into the passage ways to get to box 5 to watch my angel of music preform.
Luna's POV
As I danced I felt as if someone was watching me like I always do when I practice my dancing. Shivers ran up and down my back as I finished my dance. Christine and Meg came into the room then and I went to my armoire to get ready for the show, Christine was practically jumping out of her skin about being the prima donna of Hannibal and her and Meg fluttered around the room getting ready for tonight ignoring me like I wasn't even there .The show began and the dances began. I performed with my heart and soul pouring my whole being into my dance. Christine sang and even though she sung and it was beautiful it was passionless like her spirit that is clouded by beautiful lies. Nether the less she was good but not the best. After the show I bathe and retired to the room I shared with Christine and Meg. Flowers covered the whole room with their sickly sweet smell causing me to have a headache. I drifted amissly over to my bed sleep overtaking me. My dreams filled with sweet music and dancing.
The Phantoms POV
The Sweet sound of Christine voice still filled my head as I headed towards the mirror passage way. Her performance was enough to put angels to shame. I walked softly up to the mirror and peered into the room. My eyes drifted across the dark room. Flowers covered the room and on the far bed where the moon light slightly drifted softly over the sleeping form Luna. I slightly opened the mirror and crept across the room to gaze her. As I made it to the bed I pulled back the covers I took in her sleeping form. Her hair slightly tousled from her messy sleeping. Her skin tinted with a light pink caused from the warmth of the blankets. Her blood red lips slightly parted as she breathes in lightly. A true sleeping beauty. I couldn't help myself as I gently caressed her face with my gloved hand. She nuzzled into my hand even more as if she was searching for more warmth but only meeting the coolness of the glove. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit and she started to awake. I quickly became nervous and I begin to sing to her with hopes of that sound of my voice will make her drift to sleep. Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ... Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...Silently the senses abandon their defenses ... Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ...Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ... Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night ... My prayers were answered as she drifted back into a deep sleep. I gazed upon her for another moment before covering her up and making myself back to the mirror where I waited for Christine to come into the room. I had full intent of reveling myself to her and taking her with me. To the throne of sweet music's songs.
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