Alright ladies and gents, I'm back, with another chapter for this fanfic! This chapter will show just how the phantom threatened the judges. Sorry, I didn't show it in the earlier chapter. A reviewer who PMed me pointed that out. Thank you very much for doing so Mustache Rin! You get special thanks on my behalf.
Thanks to everyone that reviewed, followed, and favourited again! I hope you enjoy chapter 4 of Mischief and Mystery.
In the opera, the four judges were discussing with one another again.
"What should we do?", questioned the first judge using a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"What do you mean, "What should we do?"?! We've already done it!", whisper-yelled another, panicking.
"Not about declaring Miss Beaumont's win, you idiot! It's about O.G.!", exclaimed the third, whacking a newspaper roll over the second's head.
"He sends us these notes and expects us to obey! He's always ruining rehearsal when we don't make changes! We must do something about this predicament!", the fourth judge shuddered.
"And you think you can do anything about that?"
All four of the judges jumped slightly at the sudden and new voice that came into their conversation.
"W-Who's there?", asked the third.
"Who do you think, ?"
"I-It's t-the p-phantom!", the second stuttered, looking around for any sign of the ghost.
"I'm flattered you remembered me.", the opera's ghost boomed, sarcastically.
"W-What do you want from us this time?!", the first cowered, yet still held some ground.
"Not more than you might think. All I'm doing is making sure that you won't take Miss Soleil Beaumont off her role as the leading lady of the opera. I don't want the brat replacing the sun, if you understand what I mean.", explained the mysterious enigma, while the first, third, and fourth judges showed signs of urges to unleash the anger they felt for so long.
"YOU-"
"W-Worry not, Monsieur Phantom! Y-You'll be glad to know that Miss Beaumont will absolutely not be replaced!", the second quickly interrupted. Getting on thephantom's bad side was the last thing any of them really wanted.
"Very well then, I shall take your word on that, Mr. Tetra. Farewell for now...", replied the opera ghost, his voice fading away to indicate he disappeared.
As soon as they were sure that he was gone, the judges sighed in relief. They knew they had to do something about the ghost, but what?
Meanwhile, Soleil was sulking in her bedroom. Why was she sulking? The answer was simple. Realization had struck her mercilessly. She didn't win because of her skills as a singer. The girl won because this "Phantom of The Opera" had chosen her to be the lead. The more the she thought about it, the more angry she became. She wanted to win through her own talents, not through someone's influence! Why was it him who had all the power in his hands at the opera? What was his reasoning for choosing Soleil?
The young miss slept upon these thoughts in her dashing and innocent daisy yellow nightgown, while her jet black hair was sprawled all across her pillow.
Morning had risen once again, and the sleepy, young woman had awoken straight away to dress herself. After all, today and from now on would be rehearsal for both her and the opera. Eating breakfast cooked by her loving father, she savoured each bite, and when she was finished, Soleil washed her empty plate and cup in the sink, along with her father's dishes as well. While she was occupied with doing so though, a knock on the door had sounded.
"I'll get the door, my dear.", her father said, letting his daughter continue with the dishes.
When he opened the door, the postman was waiting outside.
"Yes?"
"A good morning to you, Baron!"
"You as well Ruben."
"Well, here's a personal letter for your daughter and a small gift for her as well. Don't worry, I'm not proposing to her! I'm just the postman!", Ruben replied, laughing.
"I should hope not!", Baron laughed back.
Now both of them were laughing while Soleil was within earshot and blushing. Marriage was never a topic she went on about. However, there were always dreams and fantasies. Soon, her father had finished conversing with the postman and closed the door. Soleil had coincidentally completed the dish washing and went over to her father.
"Well? What is it the postman delivered?", asked the bright girl.
"Have a look for yourself. I'll be going to work, so I'll leave you to your unopened items."
While Soleil's father went upstairs, Soleil herself stared at what she had received. One was a reminding letter of her dinner plans with Anton tomorrow, since he knew she had a tendency to forget things when in the middle of so much more to do (like being the lead of the opera). The other delivery she received though, was quite strange, and yet subtly romantic.
It was a single pink tulip, with a small slip of paper attached to it, reading:
For You, My Dear Soleil