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2. Think Of Me

Paris, 1870

Opéra Populaire.

The day was glorious, was sunny and vivid. A perfect day to go watch a glorious opera with professional musicians and dancers and performers. The sun was nearing the point of going down as a few hours were close enough for the day to become night. High class lords and ladies were coming out of their coaches pulled by horses, dressed in puffy elegant snotty outfits, men and women. Backstage managers were setting up the stages and props as the ballerinas and performers were getting ready to perform to tonight's performance for a massive thousands of people audience.

From one of the coaches, came out Nicholas Furré, in his mid 40s, dressed in elegant suit for the occasion with a top hat that matched his eye patch. And behind him, he took the hand of a small hand and pulled out a younger girl. A girl that from miles around represent the meaning of beauty, outside and by personality. She had long shinny brunette hair down to her waist, eyes as clear as the sky and ocean, her skin as creamy peach with rose cheeks. And her body the perfect petite size but fit for a young woman of 24 years old. Her dress was red as the rose as her corset framed perfectly her waist. This lovely young lady was his niece, his only family he had left and tonight was her first night to perfect after months and years of training and perfecting that arts of dancing and performing in the opera. Every single person running around the stage and backstage to get to their places for rehearsal, their last rehearsal.

Her name is Kristinne. Kristinne Fureé.

Nicholas Fureé was one of the managers and directors of the Opera Populaire. Here to inspect every detail, from the stage lights to how the dancers were being fitted into their costumes and then how the orchestra were polishing and adjusting their instruments. Kristinne was amazed by all the colors, the music, the excitement; everything was so beautiful and so vivid. Ever since she was a small child and lost her parents, recently her father a few years ago, and her uncle took her in, she's had a love and talent for performing, especially singing. She's even had her own teacher, her own mysterious teacher which nobody knows about, not even her uncle knows about, only she. When her father was at his last minutes of dying, he's told her that when he dies, he will send what he calls "An Angel Of Music" to teach her how to be the best of the best singer she can be. With that glorious voice of an angel, who can deny she was the best but alas, not yet mastered to show it.

"What do you think, my dear? How do you like my opera house?" the man asked her as she looks around, admiring everything as her uncle escorted her, hand under his arm.

"It all so gorgeous. Almost like a palace, Uncle Nick. But I don't think I can fit in here" she was feeling insecure and nervous, thinking she wasn't good enough or was gonna fit in with professionals like this.

"Don't worry, my child. You have an enormous talent and no doubt in my mind you will be sensational"

"This looks like another world that I only read in books"

"Now you get to explore and experience it all the one. Now go to get changed quickly while I got talk with my associates. I will see you on stage and be the best you can and are, good luck, not that u need it, sweet pea" he makes her smiles as she hugs him sweetly and tenderly.

"Thank you, uncle. I'll make you proud that you won't regret it" she kisses quick his cheek sweetly and runs off with all her energy of a child to go get changed into her ballerina dress, tutu and slippers with her fixed up hair with flower beads.

She was the last one to make it on time to her position in the 2 lines of the ballerina dancers as the teacher was walking around, inspecting them and fixing their positions to the perfect concentration and position. Kristinne had to hold in her breath with her arms up, with her eyes focused and her mind clear and calm and noticed always that in front was her was her best friend and fellow ballerina companion, Jasmine Rougue. A girl her same age, black hair, peachy orange eyes and a perfect ballerina figure as well, and with a heart for dance and adventure as well.

"You're late... again" Jasmine mumbles to her friend as they were in positions with their arms up and crossed legs.

"I over slept, couldn't sleep of how we're gonna do tonight" Kristinne mumbles back, staying still.

"Relax, we're gonna be great. For a newcomer still from a few years ago, you're probably the best dancer in the group, not just saying that because you're my friend and the niece of the man who's in charge of everything here"

"Kristinne! Jasmine!" the Madame Constance instructor called their attention and they froze in place. "Silence and chate and plieye, focus. Elegance and perfection is always the key" says the dry cold woman with the bun as all the ballerinas did as she says.

"Wow, who tighten her bun this morning?" Jasmine mumble sin joke and Kristinne doesn't help but laugh and snicker as they continue.

"She's not worst that Madame Scarlotta. Her corset is so tight that her head is inflaiting by all the air she's breathing in instead going to her lungs" Krist makes an even funnier joke that they both laugh but got serious once Madame Constance walked by.

As they continue to practice, they could her the vocalizing of Madame Scarlotta herself practicing her deep breaths and vocalization on stage as the performers watched her, in one of her costumes for tonight, trying to hit the highest soprano 2 note. The note that is glass breaking soprano.

"(Vocals) ... from out saviours. AAAaaaaaoooohhhhhh... from the enslaving force... OF ROME!"

Her pitch was so loud and screeching that it was hard to tell what lyrics she was singing and it was like a rang in the head that was annoying and stretchy that even the cleaning maids couldn't stand that screech of her voice. The woman was young and beautiful, yes, with a powerful voice but not the voice of an angel. Scarlotta Bourgeois was the star, she was the one who wore the largest puffy bright colored tight gown and the heaviest wigs and had more makeup artists and dressers and the largest dressing room than anybody in the building. She was ignorant and selfish and self centered. But still, every performer and servant obeyed to her every command. She was after all the star of the show.

The rehearsed all their songs for hours and hours until it was nothing but perfection.

"With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we great the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation. The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! Hear the drums, Hannibal comes!" they continued to rehears the part and song until Scarlotta tripped on her own sparkly dress.

"You make my dress too long" she calls to one of her maids.

"Sad to return to the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far reaching grasp..."

The maestro found this off key and interrupted. "Gentlemen! Rehearsals are under way for a new production of Chalumeau's "Habinnal". He taps his instructor stick on his stand.

Soon Nicholas Fureé came on to the stage to give order "Please, please, maestro, madams & monsieurs, ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention please"

All eyes fell on him to their full attention as he spoke. As you know that there have been several rumours of my soon to be retirement after this performance. I can now tell you that these rumours are all true, I am retiring. This will be my last spectacular I will be directing and supervising. All of you have all be a true delight to work with and all are very talented with bright futures and due to I have not decided yet who will be taking my place as director of this opera house. But for now, i will introduce 2 gentlemen who are interested in owning the Opéra Populaire: Monsieur Thomas Starlock & Monsieur Steven Rougher" he introduces to the 2 men.

One had had a dark hair and was in his late 40's with a gentle beard and moustache as the other was a little bit younger by a few years with blonde hair in his early 40's. 2 gentlemen in search of business and to buy and sell. To be in charge of everything... not yet anyway. Everybody applaude to the men, gladly to meet them and welcome them.

Monsieur Fureé continued to speak "I'm sure all of you are aware of their forture placed on this palace of music but there is still the decision I must decide after this performance if I'm going to leave the ownership as an inheritance to my only family member I have left, to my loving niece, who's performing with all of you tonight. And also, I would like to introduce a new patron, a new associate to the team, Monsieur Parker"

From the corner of backstage, Kristinne and Jasmine were peaking out to see what was all the excitement about until something or someone caught young Kristinne's full attention in awe and gasps under her breath.

"It's Peter" Kristinne gasps when she saw that familiar handsome young man coming in. "Before my father died at the house by the sea, I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts" she smiled with a happy and something else grin on her face as she stare young attractive man.

Jasmine noticed that obviously "Then what are you waiting for? An invitation? Go over and say hi, scardy cat" she pushes her friend a little forward to go.

But the brunette stops "No! I can't. I'm not sure he remembers me. He used to call me Little Sissy" smiles with a loving smile, feeling she was flying.

"Kristinne, he's so handsome! go before the other others go after him cause we're not the only ones who think he's a gold mind with looks and money"

Peter Parker approached Nicholas with a friendly smile and hand shake "Monsieur Nicholas, a pleasure to see you again, sir. My parents and I are honoured to be supporters of the arts. Especially being given here in the majestic Opéra Populaire" he greets everytbody until the trampy Scarlotta Bourgeois comes along.

"Peter, my boy, may I introduce, Mademoiselle Scarlotta Bourgeois, our star lead for the last 5 years running" Nick introduces and Peter kisses her hand out of respect and friendship.

"An honor to meet you all. But I believe I'm keeping you away from your rehearsal. Bu I will be here this evening to share in all your glory and great triumph" he nods his head with a smile and bids goodbye for now as the crowd thanked him to return back to rehearsal.

Peter walks pass Kristinne backstage but to only disappoint her.

"He wouldn't recognise me" she says sadly

"That's because he didn't see you, girl. you need to go to him or make him notice you" Jasmine encourages her friend "You are more than just another dancer in the chorus, you're made for much more than that and you know it" she says nice words but that didn't help Kristinne much since she still had doubts about herself.

"Attention, ladies, ladies, back to your positions, and go. We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet" Madame Constance instructs as the ballerinas danced and glided across the stage as background dancers, nothing more.

The music returned to its spot as the choreography and music practice some more as the business men, Thomas & Steven were still observing the dancers and performers.

"I see where you take the word excellence and make it into a reality, Madame. Especially with that little raven angel" Thomas notices Jasmine, concentrated on her moves and paces like all the others were.

"My daughter: Jasmine Rogue" Madame Contance points out.

"And that exceptional beauty, no relation, I trust" says Steven, pointing to Kristinne, dancing as well.

"Kristinne Fureé, promising talent, very promising"

"Fureé, did you say? No relation to Monsiouer Nicholas Fureé, right?"

"Yes, she is. No relation with me but she is the spoiled loving niece of the man still in charge of this of Nicholas Fureé. She's his only family left. Orphaned at seven years old, now to be 18 years old. but since that time at 7, her uncle came to bring her to the ballet dormitories and study the arts"

"An orphan, you say?"

"Yes, and she is like his own daughter since he's raised her all her life. And I too like to think of her as a daughter also, my girl and her are best friends since children. Now, gentlemen, if you kindly stand one side to the stage"

Everything was falling into place, the perfect rehearsal of the number until one certain diva had to ruin it with her selfish demands and spoiled needs.

"All day! All day! nothing more! All they want to see is the dancing! The dancer but never the singer, as in me! The star of the show!" Scarlotta shouts as the stage managers put away the props and the dancers got ready for the next number.

"The entire city is very excited about tonight's gala" says Monsieur Nicholas to the diva.

"Oh, wait, halo, halo, Monsieur Fureé and gentlemen, I just want to say that I hope the audience is ready to see only that dancing girls just like who the new managers are, because I WILL NOT BE SINGING! I'm finished! Get my things and my doggy, bye bye! I'm going now"

She scream sin their faces, and all the performers loved the idea of her not singing, they even secretly waved goodbye to her but not the managers since it was opening night.

"What so we do now?" Steven asked.

"Grovel" says Thomas "Mademoiselle Bourgeois, you are the belle of the ball, la diva! Godness of song!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I know I am all that but I will not perform because all of my costumes are disastrous and not finished and cannot go out in these rags! And, I hate my hat!"

"Fine, fine, you will get your costumes and gowns ready for tonight but please stay, madame"

"Alright, I will but I need them all now in my dressing room and everybody be quiet for my next song" she lifts her chins and walks away in a very snooty diva manner.

"Monsieur, why are you retiring again?" Thomas asks Nicholas

"My health, sir" responds Nicholas.

"Ah, I see" nods his head as Scarlotta got to her position.

"You! My perfume!"

She orders and a maid bring her throat perfume, ready to sing practice again. Good chance for everybody who doesn't want to hear her screechy singing to get their hears numb and plugged with stuffing. The maestro gets his right music sheets and readies his orchestra to begin.

"(in B flat soprano) "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..."

Then suddenly,

*CRASH!*

Screams were heard when suddenly one of the set curtains came flying down and nearly crushed everybody which thankfully got out of the way on time, expect Scarlotta and went down. Everybody wa frighten by the shock, and it could have been a simple accident but this was more than that. it was intentional by a certain being whom as not happy with this rehearsal. While everybody was worried about the diva, nobody noticed the shadow of a mysterious strange figure walking away in the dark on the top railings, but Kristinne saw the shadow before it went away.

"He's here. The Phantom of the Opera" said Jasmine to her friend but Kristinne already knew it was him but didn't want to say. It was him, she said in her mind as if she was seeing him but did see his shadow a little.

Everybody was too busy helping Scarlotta to help up that spoiled diva but Madame Constance looks up at the backstage stairway that hold on to the robes of the curtains but then a strange white envelope fell down from the ceiling down next to her as she picks it up and opens to read it. A letter from the devil himself.

"Are you alright, mademoiselle?" everybody kept asking helping her concern. "Buquet, what's going on up there?" calls up the stage manager to the maintained guy up there checking the ropes of the curtains.

"Don't look at me. I wasn't at my post, boss! There no one there" says the guys from up there, not finding anything suspicious. "But if there is it must be a ghost.

Not a ghost but a Phantom, not the same thing.

"Mademoiselle, these things happen only simple every day accidents" says Nicholas to Scarlotta but she didn't believe this was just a simple accident.

"For the past 3 years these things do happen! They happen all the time, gentlemen! Especially to me, sabotage and nearly death incidents happening around here and nobody has found the source! And did you stop them from happening? No! And all of you, uyou two, you are as bad as him! "These things do happen", he say. And until you stop all of these things from happening and you assure my safety that I will not be crushed like a bug one day during performance, this thing doesn't happen! You can forget about me singing here! ADIOS!" the diva storms away like a royal brat, 10 times than a royal brat.

Nicholas Fureé sighs by what just happened and how his lead star will not be performing due to all of this not so coincidental accidents around his Opera house. "Gentlemen, good luck with getting a new star. If you need me I'll be in my office and packing up my things" he says to his new investors and puts on his top hat to leave.

"But wait, Mademoiselle Bourgeois will be coming back, won't she?" asks Steven.

Until Madame Constance came along "You think so, monsieur. I just received a letter from the Opera ghost" she says, holding up the letter.

But the men only scoffed and laughed "Oh, this is absurd! You're all obsessed!" says Thomas.

Constance but a straight face to him and spoke "Anyway, he welcomes you to him opera house"

"His opera house?' asks in bursts Nicholas Fureé in scoff and offended.

"... and commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use only. And reminds you his salary is due" continues the woman informing.

"His salary?!" Thomas exclaimed, now it was getting very preposterous.

"Monsieur Fureé used to give him 20,000 francs a month" she says,

"It is true, sadly" says Nicholas.

"20,000 francs?!" both men exclaimed in shock.

"Bet you can afford more, with that Parker boy as your new partner, gentlemen" says Nicholas.

"Mousier, Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight and now we cannot have this production without the lead because she quit on us!" Steve exclaimed as he rip apart de deadly letter and Nicholas agreed on that. They needed a quick replacement and fast, somebody determine and good.

"But surely there must be an understudy! Yes, an understudy to take Scarlotta's place" suggests Thomas.

"Understudy? There is no understudy for "La Scarlotta", you ninny!" exclaims el maestro from his orchestra booth.

"We shall have to refund a full house now! And that will take hours, days or even weeks to return all that money!" the men kept bickering.

"Kristinne Fureé could sing it" until Madame Contance speaked up.

All eyes went down to a very surprised and nervous Kristinne, especially Nicholas Fureé. He always knew his niece was a magnificent dancer and performer but had little information that she was an even magnificienter singer cause he barely heard her sing before.

"A chorus girl? dont' be silly!" the men refused again

"On the contrary, gentlemen. I believe it is a very excellent idea, Madame" Nicholas stepped in to show support of his niece. "Let my niece perform tonight and you never know, she will surprise you all"

"She has been taking lessons from a great teacher" Madame adds.

Which that got the men's attention, especially Nicholas since he didn't know who was her teacher either but was dying to hear her sing anyway.

"Really, who?" asks her uncle.

Kristinne slouches her shoulders a little "I don't know his name, Uncle Nick" says with a little shame to not lie to him.

"Let her sing for you, gentlemen. She has been taught well" says Madame and brings over the girl to the middle of the stage.

"I for one, I am very interested in hearing her sing, gentlemen. Maestro, if you please" commands him and el maestro nods to do as his boss say, adjusting his music sheets and conducting his band.

"Come, my dear, don't be shy" her uncle encourages her and his voice really was calming so she won't feel so nervous.

"Fromt he beginning of the aria then, please mademoiselle Fureé" says el maestro and taps his baton to begin as soft orchestra music began to play for her.

Kristinne had a knot in her stomach and throat by all the nervousness she was feeling but didn't want to disappoint her uncle and less, HIM. So she took a deep breath and focused in hearing the music and giving it all she's got and what she's made off.

Kristinne:
"Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye"

Automatically, Nicholas Fureé was amazed and surprised as he continued to listen to that sweet voice, his niece's sweet soft singing like an angel.

"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"

"If you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me..."

That night, it was obviously confirmed by Nicholas to let his niece sing this song in tonight's performance after hearing that sweet angelic voice come out of such a small child like her. To let a strong powerful voice come out of her. so melodious and angelic that was hard to believe a voice of a million angels came from this angelic beautiful girl, well, it can be believable. It was a full house and every single person was mesmerized by this girl by the beauty of her voice and the beauty of herself. A very perfect child dressed in perfect pure white with sparkles all around her to give her that finishing angelic goodness pure look to make her even more pure and flawless to accompany that sweet voice and untouchable beauty she has. She looked as if she could fly and was glowing, a perfect white glow around her, with her brunette long hair done with sparkling flowers and matching gown and earnings. She was the image of true perfection.

"We never said our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea,
but if you can still remember,
stop and think of me"

"Think of all the things
we've shared and seen,
don't think about the way
things might have been"

"Think of me,
think of me waking
silent and resigned"

"Imagine me trying too hard
to put you from my mind"

"Recall those days,
think of the things we'll never do"

"There will never be a day
when I won't think
of you...!"

Her strong powerful angelic voice travelled the entire opera house, and literally the entire opera house because a mysterious "guardian" being was listening to the sweet voice as well and felt so much pride and peace with the voice and more importantly with the owner of the voice. She was his student. And he was her mysterious teacher. The entire audience applaude to the beautiful singer in white, they were stunned by her. Monsieur Nicholas has never been more prouder, watching his only family member, his child he raised for years, being triumphed by what she loves. But he and the audience we're the only ones stunned by the music of her voice, also Peter Parker, sitting int he forbidde Box 5.

Peter:
"Can it be?
Can it be Kristinne?"
BRAVO!

"Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me,
but I remember her!"

He got up and was determine to go meet this amazing singer who could be the girl from his childhood, the one he's always and only loved in his life.

Kristinne:
"Flowers fade,
the fruits of summer fade
they have their seasons,
so do me"

"But please promise me
that sometimes
you will think...

(Vocalizing) "AaaaAaaahhh... AaaAaaAaAaaahhhh... AiaiAaiaiaiaiaiaaaiaiaaaaiaiaihhh... aAaaaAaaaaHhhAAAAaaaaahhhh... AaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

"... OF ME!"

Once she hit that last high note, the orchestra seizes and the standing ovation rises! The entire full house rose to their feet, applauding and cheering for their magnificent singer of the evening, a real jewel of the opera house and pleasure to their ears to listen to. Kristinne felt a rush in her heart beating miles an hour by the excitement and thrilled of what she just did and she gave her final bows as thank you, even her co-workers and close friends applaud to her as the crowd thru flowers and roses she deserves to her feet and the stage. She truly was magnificent. She really was perfect.

After the excellent performance, there was grand after party with all the high class guests and audience of the evening in gala, well dressed. And they were all dying to meet the star of the hour. Which is what her best friend was wondering as well. Where could she have gone after performing? Jasmine Rogue searched the opera house for her best friend, every hallway and corner, even down at the party but no luck until she remembers where Kristinne likes to be alone as her little sanctuary. Color glass windows of saints and angels like it was a little mini church under the opera house to give their prayers to The Lord and confess their sins, even without a priest. Down close to the basement of the opera house, Krstinne had a little shrine to her father who passed away not so long ago, her uncle's younger brother, Gustave Fureé, a grand violinist in his time. She lit a candle for him and gave her prayers but soon started to hear a voice in her head in an echo which was always normal to her to hear this strange mysterious voice, ringing in her head.

"Bravo. Bravo. Bravisimo" cheered the voice for her, echoing.

"Kristinne?" her best friend finally found her in her little sanctuary. "Krstinne? Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you were perfect! I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your great tutor?" Jasmine sat beside her friend as Krstinne smiled.

"Jazz, when your mother and my uncle brought me here to live and study, he doesn't know this much but whenever I'D come down here alone, to light a candle for my father, a voice from above and in my dreams... he was always there. You see, when my father lay dying, he told me I would be protected by an angel. Or a God. An Angel of Music. A God of Music"

But Jasmine was having a hard time believing this story of the angel "Kristinne, do you really think the spirit of your father is coaching you to be this grand amazing singer and have that amazing voice?"

Kristinne nods fast "Who else, Jazz. Who?"

Kristinne:
"Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he'd appear. Now, as I sing, I can sense him and I know he's here. Here in this room, he calls me softly somewhere inside, hiding. Somehow, I know, he's always with me. He, he unseen genius"

But her best friend still didn't believe her as Jasmine pulled the brunette from out this little church, back t the upper story.

Jasmine:
"Kristinne you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true. Kristinne, you're talking in riddles. And it's not like you..."

K: "Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory"

J: "Who is this angel?"

K & J: "Angel of Music, hide no longer. Secret and strange angel"

K: "He's with me even now..."

J: "Your hands are cold, your face, Kristinne, is white"

K: It frightens me"

J: "Don't be frightened"

A very strong plead and question. Who really is this Angel of Music?

To Be Continued...

Well, that's it for now so I hope I get more views to continue writing more and know that this story is getting really good and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. LOVE U ALL! & LOKI/TOM, PLEASE FOR ALLT HAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND EVIL IN THIS WORLD, STOP DATING THAT SWIFT TRAMP! WE UR FANGIRLS DON'T WANT U TO BECOME HER 16TH VICTIM AND MAKE HER MAKE MORE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS FOR ANOTHER BREAK UP SONG SHE MAKES MILLIONS WHEN IT'S HER THAT BREAK UP WITH THE GUYS IN LESS THAN DAYS OR WEEKS AND THEN GETS ANOTHER VICTIM!

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