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*CHAPTER START!*
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Clarice
The new opera Il Muto was coming up in a few months. The rehearsals were underway, and La Carlotta's HORRIBLE voice was the lead, while my sister was in the silent Page Boy role! Have the manager's no sense?! With Christine, they could get so many people in here to watch! And with La Carlotta, the Opera Populaire would get sued for making people deaf!!!
So I stayed away from the stage as much as I possibly could, which was all the time, considering I was only living here because of Christine. I roamed around the building, and finally for some strange reason I once again ended up at the old dressing room. Shrugging, I walked in, careful to avoid the mirrors.
I walked over to the table in front of the couch, and blinked.
That book wasn't there before…
I picked it up and my eyes widened. It was a score! The opera was called: Don Juan Triumphant. Hm, I had never heard of it, and it wasn't performed here…who was the composer?
I was surprised to find that no name was on it, leaving the person anonymous. This nagged me. I had a very big curiosity, and it wasn't filled until I got the answer. I opened the leather cover to find a complicated music sheet, one after the other. Then there were vocal notes, and I opened my mouth to try them, but closed it. My voice was not something I was proud of, especially after yesterday, when I sung for the first time. I certainly wasn't going to do that again…
I looked through, and imagined the music in my head. It was such amazing work! Oh, how I longed to know the writer!!
I sat down on the couch and eagerly continued reading it. I was taught to read music by my parents.
So amazing…
Erik
How could I forget Don Juan Triumphant??!!?! I never forgot something like this!!
I raced up through the passageway. Earlier, I had been in the old dressing room, fixing the mirror. I was quite good with my hands, and I had just finished that day. I guess I was so distracted that I left Don Juan behind.
I stopped and gasped.
There was Clarice, her blue eyes bright with excitement and interest, reading. What made me tense was that she was reading my opera!
What should I do? If I let her go, she might take it! And I couldn't have that! It had yet to be finished!
Clarice's eyes dimmed with disappointment as she closed it. A frown made itself known on her round face, and the gold around her eyes seemed to increase. How odd. I must be imagining it.
Anyway, back to getting Don Juan! Maybe she would leave it behind?
But no, Clarice stood, and my opera was still in her small hands. She turned back a few pages, and her eyes lit up again, and do my own eyes deceive me, the gold in them shrank back! What unique and strange eyes she had!
No! Don't get distracted! You have to get your opera back! I scolded myself inwardly. My only choice was to appear to her. Otherwise, she would go back to her room (which I realized I had never been in before) and put it in a place where I was very unlikely to find it.
I was about to open the mirror, when Clarice sang softly,
Past the Point of No Return,
The final threshold,
The bridge is crossed,
So stand and watch it burn;
We've Past the Point of No, Return…
I stopped, frozen in place. Clarice sighed, and the frown returned as she whispered,
"I can't sing one note…such beautiful work, and I can't sing it…"
I twitched. WHAT?! Couldn't sing one note?! She sang it perfectly! It was just how I wanted Aminta to sound! (A/N: Ok, not so sure if it's Aminta, but oh well, I tried.)
I stopped myself again. Why was I thinking this?! Christine was my angel, and I would convince her that she belonged with me! I loved her! Not her sister! Sure this girl was kind of like me in the sense of anti-social and the detest for our features. Sure, she loved my music unlike Christine. Sure, she had sweet beautiful eyes and…nice black hair…and beautiful ivory skin…
STOP! I thought. I couldn't go down this road! All I had to do was convince her that she did have talent and looks, and also get my work back!
So I opened the mirror, and stepped out.
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