Chapter 02 -
"Meg! On three again! Where is your head on!" Madame Giry was so furious that even the ballerinas were scared like ballet rats.
"Mama, I didn't mean to fall again! I'm just clumsy!"
"You're just out! Out! Get out of my sight, Meg!"
Meg left, crying, sitting on the stairs of the Opera.
So many people selling things. She could quit being a ballerina and become one of them.
Then, she saw what she considered the symbol of purity. Daisies.
She bought a bouquet.
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The next night, Meg went through Christine's eerie corridor again.
She had to apologize.
"How could Christine have kept such a secret from me!" she thought, bitterlly.
This time, at least, she had taken a torchlight.
The problem was, when Meg was upset, tears pooled at the corner of her eyes.
When she got to the boat, she was already trembling. He was there.
Composing, with that aghast face. That stared at her with those piercing eyes.
"You again. Came for another bout of shouting?"
Meg was glued to the floor.
"So?" he said.
She stared at him and said without sttutering:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Phantom. You just caught me by surprise. I've been meaning to meet you for ages."
That actually intrigued him.
"Why?"
"Uh... My friend, Christine. She talked about you endlessly."
The Phantom face fell. Meg regretted her words for reasons she didn't know why.
"I'm sorry." was all she said.
"Past is past, girl. And no aliases. My name is not 'Phantom'. If you promise not to divulge it, I could tell it to you."
She cackled.
"Not to divulge a name? My name is well known! I am not 'girl'."
The ballerina then realized how lonely he must be. And those damn tears threatened to show again...
"Oh, I know who you are. You are the Giry girl. Meg."
It sounded almost like a caress.
"And you, sir?"
Watching so much purity, the Phantom couldn't handle.
"My name is Erik, your servant."
"I won't forget either." she smiled at him, brightening her face. Then she stretched her right arm to offer him the flowers.
"What? What is that, Miss Giry?"
"Call me Meg, Erik. They're daisies, as you can see. I came here today to apologize for my abhorrent behavihor last time.
Erik admired the flowers a long time. Never had anyone given anything to him. He was moved.
"Thank you."
"Can you imagine if it had been a rose? They're just daisies! Oh, my, Erik, I have to go! The rehearsals have already begun! Thank you for everything!"
Meg's yellow hair flew in the Lair's darkness while she ran. Erik observed.
"That's all so absurd..." He thought, contemplating one of the flowers.