Chapter Three
Erik held Angelline's hand as they toured the city of Paris. Angelline was getting a few things for his new wardrobe plus parchment and other items that they needed. Erik could not believe that no one noticed them. It was odd because he was sure that he would be noticed for his mask, but Angelline explained that no one would see them unless she chose for them to. Death worked in mysterious ways, Erik thought to himself as he grasped her hand tightly.
"We're almost done shopping Erik. I know you probably want to go home." Angelline told him as she led him to another store.
He nodded then took quick notice of a huge beautiful building in the distance. It towered over many of the shops and he noticed there were statues on the top of the roof. "Angelline." He tugged on her sleeve. "What is that building?"
"Why that is the Opera Populaire. It is the Paris Opera House." Angelline replied.
"May I go? I promise I'll be careful." Erik asked as he pressed his hands together as if praying.
Angelline laughed softly, "Alright, but be careful. I will come to get you when I finish here."
"Thank you Angelline!" Erik shouted then began to run off in the direction of the Opera House.
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Erik walked into the Opera House and looked at the magnificant architecture of the building. He heard the sounds of string instruments being played and then there was singing. He covered his ears quickly. Never had he heard such terrible singing. Who was it that commanded the stage?
He looked around and carefully followed the music until he found the main part of Opera House. He looked on as he saw a woman with black hair singing rather terribly. However, the maestro and another seemingly important man seemed to be applauding her. "Wonderful Carlotta. We would like you to be the second to our prima donna."
"What?!" The black haired woman known as Carlotta screamed.
"Senora. Our prima donna will be retiring within the year. You will be taking her place after that." The seemingly important man tried to explain.
Erik could not believe that they were even going to allow her to stay. She had a terrible voice. If he owned the Opera House, he would have sent her and her terrible voice packing.
He left quickly, not wanting to be noticed if they happened to look upwards. As he left he ran into Angelline. "Hello Erik."
"Angelline."
"It's time to go home."
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Erik spent many hours thinking about the Opera Populaire. How he would love to own it. He would truly make it a place of art. People like Carlotta would be kicked out on the street. He drummed his fingers on the kitchen table as Angelline prepared his meal. "What is on your mind Erik?" She questioned him as if able to tell he was distressed.
"I do not know why the owner of the opera house was applauding a no-talent hack today." Erik told Angelline.
She laughed softly, "My, my. You have quite a talent for words Erik."
"Angelline," he whined, "i'm being serious."
"And I am taking you seriously my dear." Angelline responded as she looked at him with soft eyes. "What would you do if you owned the Opera Populaire?"
"I would get rid of that Carlotta then I would introduce true talent to the Opera Populaire. All of Paris would know what art truly was and is." Erik answered then balled a tiny fist. "I vow to you Angelline, one day I will own the Opera Populaire."
Angelline looked at Erik as shock settled over her. Was fate trying to reweave his destiny with the Opera Populaire and Christine? She narrowed her eyes as she thought about the girl who would eventually break Erik's heart. She would never let that happen to him. "Angelline? Are you well?"
She smiled at him, "Of course Erik. Now come. We have bread to knead."
"But Angelline, I can never knead bread right." Erik whined.
She smiled at him once more. No one would take Erik away from her...no one.
Author's Notes:
1. Another update! I hope to update within the week.
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