Opera Populaire
Christine roles out of bed as her alarm clock goes off. Christine hits the snooze button with her palm and stands out. She walks to the bathroom and brushes her teeth slowly looking in the mirror. "Stupid woman I can't believe I have to go to that stupid place." Christine turns off the water, spits and walks out of the bathroom.
"Oh.. glad to see you up, today's the big day." Her mother smiles at her. "You seem happy about this." Christine says dryly. "I am happy, I get a month of peace from you and your sucky attitude. Some one else finally gets to deal with you."
"Well fuck you to!" Christine yells and walks back into her room. "Don't forget to pack." She mother sings sweetly as she walks down that hall. "Bitch" Christine whispers grabbing her suitcase and throwing clothes into it. "A hate her, she needs to get a life and stop fuckin' with mine." She slams the suitcase shut and drags it off the bed walking to the door.
"I'm putting my stuff in the car." She yells down the hall and walks in the other direction. She grabs the keys off the hook and flings open the door. Walking out Christine slams the door hard trying to make as much noise as possible. She hears her mother laughing in her room. "Bitch" Christine walks to the car and unlocks the trunk throwing her stuff in and shutting it again.
Walking back into the house she runs into her mother. "Since you're so happy to get rid of my why don't you just send me there until I turn twenty-one then you won't have to deal with me anymore." Christine steps past her mother and walks to her room. She shuts the door and sits down on the bed exhaling softly. She lay down on the bed and shuts her eyes drifting to sleep.
In her dream a black figure appears, singing to her. Well not to her but the person he was with. Christine couldn't make out the word but she knew some how that he was singing. The man was walking toward her down a narrow hall way guiding another black figure, a woman. Slowly they approached her signing to one another.
Christine awakens to a knock on her door. "What do you want, I'm trying to sleep." Christine yells grouchily sitting up rubbing her eyes. Her mother steps in and smiles at her. "It's about time to go so wake up and get in the car. I'll be there in a minute." With that she shuts the door and walks to her own room getting dress as well.
Christine stands up and walks to her door throwing it open. "Kids should be able to move out of their houses at the age of ten." Christine mummers walking down the hall to the front door. She opens it and walks out to the car opening the door and sliding into the passengers seat. "Well it is now time to go to hell, of all places why did it have to be an opera house?"
Her mother walks up and slides into the drivers seat turning on the car. "Ready to go?" she asks with a smile on her face. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Christine asks still half asleep. "No you don't have a choice I just wanted to see what you'd say." Christine looks at her mother her eyes full of hate. "Look I really don't feel like listening to your damn mouth right now. So do the world a favor, shut the fuck up and drive okay."
"Now you listen here…" her mother begins but Christine cuts her off "No you listen here mother dearest, if you don't shut the fuck up and drive me to this god damn opera fucking house I will get out of this car And call the nearest center to come and get me!!" Christine gives her mother a last warning glance then when she is satisfied with the silence she lays back in the seat. "Thank you, now DRIVE!!"
Her mother puts the car in drive and slowly backs out of the driveway and begins to drive down the road. "You know I'm just helping you to help yourself right?" she says looking at Christine with tears in her eyes. "Don't us that bullshit that Finnegan used on tv with me. Because it's a bullshit lie. That woman is just using parents and their 'bad' kids to get money."
"Hunny, she is trying to help kids like you to make better choices than the ones you are making right know." Her mother brushes the hair out of Christine's face. "Just give it a chance okay, you may enjoy it." She smiles at Christine. Christine looks at her mother and sighs. "Don't count one it."
"And just so you know I am not happy to get rid of you. I just get really sick of your attitude and I am glad that someone else gets to deal with it for a month." Christine looks out the window and sighs softly. "I really don't want to got throw with this." Her mother sighs and glances at her. "I know you don't but I think it will be good for you." "No offence but most of the time you don't know what's best for me."
They went through the rest of the drive with out saying a word to each other. Soon they come up to a huge building with giant winged horses on the roof. Christine looks the building up and down her mouth gaping open. "It's beautiful isn't?" her mother says placing her hand on Christine's shoulder. Christine closes her mouth and sit back. "I guess so, but I've seen better."
"You are hopeless child of mine." Her mother laughs shaking her head. "Just remember, your child." Christine opens the door and steps out of the car still looking at the opera house. 'It really is beautiful.' Christine sighs. "Well see you in a month." Christine says looking into the car at her mother. She smiles at her and leans down to pops the trunk. "A month"
Christine grabs her bag out of the trunk and closes it. She walks up to the huge doors and looks back at her mother. She waves at her and drives off and back to the highway. Christine turns back to the door and opens it slowly walking in.
All day! All they want is the dancing!
Christine hears a woman yell from a pair of double doors so she walks through them to see what is wrong.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho. Alora, lora, lora. I hope he is as excited by dancing girls as your new managers because I will not be singing! Anamo! No it's a finito, is finished, get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye. Bye-bye the dancing girls. Bye-bye." Carlotta yells. "What do we do?" Andre looks at Lefeve. "Grovel. Grovel, Grovel." Lefeve says walking after Carlotta. (I know scene from the movie)
Christine walks down the walkway towards a huge stage with people every were. "See you later because I'm going now it is finished. Ferrite" Carlotta yells stomping away from the three men. "She's grumpier than I am." Christine mumbles as she walks. "Signora! World renowned artist and great beauty." Firmin say. "Si, si, si!" Carlotta says waving her hands around. "Monsieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in act three of Hannibal? Perhaps the signora." Andre asks.
"Yes, Yes, Yes. But no. because I have not my costume for act three. Because somebody not finish it! And I hate my hat!" Carlotta yells. "But I wonder signora, as a personal favor, would you oblige us with a private rendition? Unless of course, monsieur Reyer objects." Firmin replies. "
"Oh… hello you must be Christine, I'm Nancy your mom told me a lot about you." Nancy smiles. "I'm sure she have, did… did I come in at a bad?" Christine asks still looking at Carlotta. "Oh, no that's just one of the people that work here and she thinks since she can sing the best and is going to be teaching you all that she should be pampered." Nancy takes Christine's bags. "I'll get someone to take these to your room and then I'll take you to it later."
Nancy waves a rather large man over and hands him the bag. "Take these to Christine's room Danny." "Yes mam." Danny runs off and out of sight. "Come up on stage." Nancy walks toward the stage and Christine follows.