-1Ch.3: At the Opera.
Christina was ready 2 hours later. She bathed, ate and change into a dress made by her father and styled her hair. "Daddy, I'm ready!" she yelled as she walked out of her room. He ceased playing the piano and jumped up and grabbed his cloak and led his daughter to their box. It was the middle of the first act and the boxes were dark so no one saw them enter. "It was true she is back." Erik whispered to himself. "Daddy you know her." Chris asked. "Yes, she was one of my students." he told her. "She has a lovely voice your one of the greatest teachers aren't you Daddy." She said. Erik didn't say anything he stared at the woman singing in awe and sorrow. During the second act Christina got bored because she has seen this opera many times before so she looked at the audience.
She liked to look at the audience she thought it was better to see if the audience liked it more then her. While she was looking around she eyes stopped on the box opposite of hers. It was him Marquis he sat there watching the opera with another man who looked at her fathers student with worry in his eyes. Just then the man looked up and seemed to stare straight at her. His eyes seemed to hold anger and loathing at her but could he see her or her father? Was he upset that her father taught the woman to sing.? Christina's eyes locked with his and she couldn't take her eyes off him. He broke the lock when Marquis started talking to him then looked over towards her but it was obvious marquis couldn't see her nor her father so how could the other man. At the end of the third act Erik stood up and tapped Chris on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow him.
"Chris I want you to talk to the managers about an audition if they refuse mention me. " he told her. "But, daddy are you not going to stay with me?" she cried. "No, Chris your old enough to talk to the managers and besides I have something else to do." he said and left her in the manager's office. She sat there worrying if Marquis and the man would come in with M. Andre and Firmin. The door handle shook then the door opened and sure enough Andre, Firmin, Marquis, and the man walked in. "Aaaawwww, Chris its you, oh this is The Viscount de Changey Marquis's Father and this is…." Andre began but he was cut off by Chris. "M. Firmin I know." she said softly. "What are you here for Chris?" Marquis asked. "Need to talk to M. Andre and M. Firmin." she said trying to avoid his eyes. "Well you can talk to us now." Firmin said.
Chris took a deep breath and said "I want to audition to be in an opera." "My dear, you can be in the chorus." Firmin said. "Here, here is a note from…." she began but before she could finish The viscount de Changey snatched the letter and said in a hushed harsh tone "No it can't be." "Where did you get this from?" he yelled. "My father gave it to me he said give it to the managers if they mention the chorus." she said with a shaky voice. "Viscount what is it?" Firmin asked. The Viscount handed the note to the managers. They looked at it and with white striken faces looked back at Chris. "Chris where did your father get this from." Andre asked. "My Father wrote it." she answered. "Is your father here was he at the Opera?" The viscount asked. She nodded yes. At this the viscount ran out of the office. "Chris, where do you live?" Andre asked.