"It is a pleasure to meet you monsieurs!" Carlotta blinked heavily through fake lashes. She curtseyed for the men, aiming her clevage at them only as subtly as she could pull off.
Raoul's eyes quickly perused the show, but Erik jerked his head in the opposite direction. He had been searching for the girl, but she had not appeared since her last dance.
Oh, where are you angel? I need to hear your voice..
"Ah! Christine! Christine! Christine come here. Quickly darling!" Carlotta called. Erik turned his head back toward's the diva and about dropped his jaw.
His angel was practically floating towards him. Her dark eyes flashed as she deftly observed the men, but she didn't study for long.
She dosen't know who you are Erik, you couldn't expect her too. You were just a voice in an old tower. She never knew you..
"Greetings, monsieurs." Christine accosted politely, although her tone was gaurded.
"Monsieur Raoul de Chagny, Monsieur Erik, this is my daughter, Christine." Carlotta forced a big smile and akwardly patted Christine's shoulder.
Christine did a half smile, then set her strawberry pink lips into line. She could feel the men watching her, and it was making her slightly uneasy. Raoul was quite handsome. He had golden hair that was well cut and styled neatly. His intense blue eyes were almost intoxicating; Christine had already had locked with his gaze one to many times. He almost looks like my angel.. Christine entertained herself with the thought. Alas, he couldn't be the one. Her angel wouldn't be a horndog. She had seen him flirting with the other ballerinas; her angel had eyes for no one but her. Plus, this guy looked like her couldn't even carry a tune. And I don't like bloody rich vicometes. They're all snots! She could tell little about the composer. He was tall, well built, and wore an emotionless expression, almost like a mask. Which was slightly ironic because he indeed, wore a mask. The white mask covered one side of his face, adding to his allure. Forest green eyes challenged her with supremacy and confidence, and they almost dared her to judge him. So, the great composer is stuck up as well. No suprises there.
Erik felt her eyes deducing him. Her gaze traveled his body, but lingered on his face. His mask. Oh God, how he wished that side of his face was as perfect as the other. Then she'd be able to look at him like she did Raoul. He knew she found him handsome; Christine's eyes had studied him wonderingly. Erik felt himself tighten with sudden, white-hot anger, but his body portrayed nothing. He was a master actor.
"You are an excellent dancer, Christine." Raoul flashed a brilliant smile towards her.
"Thank you, monsieur. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to.. find Meg. Pleasure meeting you both." She dipped her graceful body in a slight curtsy then disapperared behind the blood-red curtains.