I'm winging this in my flu comatose state :D
Thank you for reading~
01
People were always coming and going from the Opera Populaire. Some more excited than others. On one such day a young woman found herself being pulled along by the arm.
"We're going to be late."
"It's your fault."
"Fleurette I'm the one who suggested getting a carriage."
"Actually no you're not." The younger of the two women stated and set her green eyes on the blonde tugging her along. "I don't even want to go."
"Father is going to be there."
"Eleanor I don't care. I don't want to be there." Fleurette said determinedly while snatching her arm from the blondes clutches.
"Look," Eleanor turned and set her blue eyed gaze on her younger sister. They were so vastly different yet so similar. Eleanor was the eldest by two years, where as Fleurette had short auburn coloured hair and green eyes. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. The only thing their appearances had in common was they looked the same just with different coloured hair and eyes. That and they both had slightly curly hair.
"Mother is gone, father is working there. There is opening for dancers, you're good and so am I. He suggested the idea." Eleanor paused to remove her hands from her sisters shoulders. "If we do not turn up he will be mad. I do not wish to be on the receiving end of his temper, nor do you of that I am sure." Fleurette hung her head and started walking again. Eleanor sighed and walked briskly after her sister.
Eleanor was only twenty-two and yet she seemed to have slipped into the role of their late mother. Fleurette was a little immature for a woman of twenty but she couldn't comment. When both left to their own devices they were both as immature as the nearest child.
Lucien Bousquet awaited – violin in hand – to see the arrival of his daughters. They were late and this angered him slightly. He gave them the time and the date and all they had to do was turn up. Auditions were already happening and if they weren't careful they'd both miss out.
The only reason why the middle aged man had suggested this idea was to get them both out of the house. Eleanor had other priorities like her soon to be engagement, but Fleurette just spent most of her time sitting around reading.
He honestly didn't mind his youngest taking an interest in the wonders of the written world. But she wouldn't be able to put it to any good use.
Snapping out of his thoughts when he saw a familiar – yet slightly moping – looking red head he walked briskly over. "You're late."
"Sorry father." Fleurette said quietly while looking at her feet. Eye contact meant confrontation and that was something she hadn't hoped for.
"We are very sorry father. Fleurette had a little accident and almost got ran down by a carriage." Eleanor lied, although their father didn't need to know this detail. She then wrapped a protective arm around her sister.
Lucien looked at the two and nodded towards the stage. "Madame Giry will instruct you of what to do. I suggest you both listen hard as you're both late."
"Yes father." Eleanor bowed her head. "Come on little flower." She said while guiding Fleurette away from the slowly seething man.
"He's angry." Fleurette said eventually while walking back stage. There were loads of women lined up. All of different heights and ages, it made the red head more nervous. After all, she really didn't want to be here.