R&R! :) give me a good song for this chapter!
Emilie Grey ran with blurred vision, right into a man, "Emilie!" he said shaking her, "Emilie!" Emilie looked up at one of the band members, Jonathan, "are you alright?" he asked, "Jo- he..I...he's dead!" Jon looked over Emilie. Jon hugged Emilie in hopes of comforting her, Erik looked at the scene before him, his leather gloved hands gripping the metal bar tightly. Good, he thought, run away from me Emilie, so you know your angel is just a monster who hides in the light of man. Three months passed by in a blink, Emilie looked at herself in the mirror. Strapless blood red dress, black lace fabric decor, red and black hat with a large white feather, and a white lace half mask. "Emilie, are you ready?" Christine and Meg came in to see their red friend, "Emilie," Christine said, putting on a fake smile, Emilie saw it in the mirror as she put black paint around her eyes. "W-what are you?" Meg asked, worriedly, "I am the red death," she said as she applied maroon lipstick.
Everyone turned, looking at her. Jon came up and smiled at her, "you look extraordinary this evening," Emilie gave a laugh, "well, I don't want to blend in," Jon laughed at her, I guess not, ordinary everywhere, it's easy to blend in and I wouldn't want that." Emilie smiled, "would you like to dance?" Jon asked, holding out his hand, "sure," and in a blink she was spun around the ballroom.
"Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned
in the light . . .
in the sound . . ."
Jon and Emilie hid the parts of their face that wasn't covered by a mask, "but who can name the face?"
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads . . .
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies . . .
Masquerade!
You can fool
any friend who
ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs,
peering eyes . . .
Masquerade!
Run and hide -
but a face will
still pursue you!
What a night
What a crowd!
Makes you glad!
Makes you proud!
All the creme
de la creme!
Watching us watching them!
And all our fears
are in the past!
Six months...
Of relief!
Of delight!
Of Elysian peace!
And we can breathe at last!
No more notes!
No more ghost!
Here's a health!
Here's a toast:
to a prosperous year!
To the new chandelier!
And may its
splendour never fade!
Six months!
What a joy!
What a change!
What a blessed release!
And what a masquerade!
Think of it
A secret engagement.
Look, your future bride.
Just think of it.
But, why a secret?
What have we to hide?
No, Raoul, please don't let them see
Well let them see.
It's an engagement, not a crime.
Christine, what are you afraid of?
Let's not argue
(Let's not argue)
Please pretend
(I can only hope)
You will understand in time
(I'll understand in time)
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world
will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade
Masquerade!
Look around,
there's another mask
behind you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
Spinning reds
Masquerade!
Take your fill,
let the spectacle
astound you!"Emilie and Jon were dancing, but when he stopped and looked up, Emilie followed his gaze and froze. She walked up and stood next to Christine, "angel," she whispered, Erik looked in her direction and his dead heart nearly skipped a beat. Emilie looked like a dark type of beauty to him, he regained his composure quickly.
"Why so silent, good Messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good Messieurs?
I have written you an opera.
Here, I bring the finished score.
Don Juan Triumphant!
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage
Our Don Juan must lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn that their place is in an office!
Not the arts..."
Erik turned to the two women, "as for our stars, no doubt they'll do they're best, its true they're good, but should they wish to excell, if pride will let them return to me their teacher...their teacher," slowly, they both walked forward, Erik walked forward. Hope filled his eyes, but with Christine it was a dull hope, with Emilie it was a passionate hope. Erik saw Christine's ring, and tore it off, "your chains are still mine! You both belong to me!" Erik hissed looking them both in the eye before running up the stairs and disappeared in cloud of smoke and flame. Raoul jumped down the trap door, Emilie followed, Christine ran up and called after them.
Emilie looked around before a gloved hand grabbed her from the darkness.