Alright, here is another chapter! I am just wanting to post it all! Alright, so a fact about me... I always break my phone, so right now I am on my 9th phone! And I am 13 and that is in a span of about 2 or 3 years! And also counting the phones i borrowed for a while! Lol, I now have a protective case! Alright, read away!
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(Jemma's P.O.V)
I stood in line and waited to be called up to audition. I turned to Christine who was standing behind me. "Christine Daae!" I playfully slapped her arm. "Did you really do all of this?"
She grinned ear to ear and nodded, her brown curls bouncing up and down. "Indeed I did Jemma!" She hopped up and down like some child.
"Liar!"
She shrugged. "It did take a bit of lying to get all of this!" She gestured to the stage and the people on it and in the red velvet chairs in the audience.
I let my jaw drop. "Christine! Are you wanting to prove all of the rumors true?" Christine laughed a bit.
"I would have thought that you would know me better by now Jemma. I care mire about my friends than some silly little rumors. Even if they are true..." Her eyes trailed off and I fought her staring up at box 5.
As if I read what was on her mind I said, "Christine, the phantom can only be your angel. Nothing more yet nothing less. You have Raoul, so don't think about Eri-the Phantom like that." Christine stared at me when I almost said Erik's name.
She wore an odd look for just a brief second, and if you didn't know her as well as I did, you would have missed it. Her expression lightened and she looked at me with her usual big brown glowing eyes that so many people loved. "So you do believe in the phantom!" I put a finger to my lips to hush her. "And my angel?"
I smiled. "Christine, you were there with me. I saw him with my own eyes. Of course I believe. Who else could have carried me off?" I chuckled.
Christine rested a hand on my shoulder. "Oh! That reminds me!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "When Phantom carried you off, you guys looked rather cozy. Have you met each other before?"
I shook my head and wore a straight face.
"Really? Because when you looked into his eyes...you know what, never mind." She waved a hand in the air as if trying to erase her spoken words.
"No no, what were you going to saw?" I crooked my head to the side a bit.
Christine rolled her eyes. "I was going to say, when you looked into his eyes I saw something. The spark of a small fire between you both. I don't know really. I was standing behind you guys, but if you get what I'm saying..."
I blushed at what she thought. "Do you...do you really think so?"
Christine giggled. "Yes. He looked at you like...like Raoul looks at me. It seems as if Phantom only likes me for my voice. When he looks at you though, he has a different thought running through his mind. I saw that right then he was full of worry." Now I was confused.
"Worry? How?"
"You were shivering and wet. He was scared." Christine spoke slowly.
I looked up at box 5. I realized that I had not been up with Meg in a while. I guess she made some other friends finally. "Why would he be scared?" I asked Christine, never tearing my gaze from the box.
"Well gee Jemma;" out of the corner of my left eye I saw her place her hands on her hips. I turned to face her. "You were dripping wet, in a small dress and you were freezing. He was scared you would freeze maybe!" Christie smacked me upside the head.
"Ow..." I rubbed my head and we laughed.
"You know something Jemma?"
I tilted my head to let her know that I didn't know something.
"I think Phantom might-" Christine was cut short before she could finished telling me what she was going to say.
"Ejemmaline Marie Leon!" The stage hand had called me by my full bane of which I hated. I heard a few laughs and knew they were pointed towards my name, so I just looked at Christine.
"You will do fine. Trust me." Christine patted my back and then a stage hand came and ushered me on to the stage.
"But-" I was pushed to the center of the stage and was left with wonders of what Christine was going to day about Erik. Grr!
"Ejemmaline?" A man from down in the chairs of pure velvet, asked.
"Yes, and please, do call me Jemma. Not Ejemmaline." Jemma flinched by saying her name. She knew she was an orphan and should like the name her beloved parents gave to her, but she couldn't! She hated it! For so many years she was teased for her name. Only when she turned 13 did she get the nickname 'Jemma' from Meg. Once people began to call her Jemma, all of the teasing stopped at once.
"What ever kid. Now, do your thing or leave. I have a life too you know." The man spoke so that I just barely heard him. His nose was in the clipboard he was holding, so I couldn't see his face.
"All right…here I go." I stood on stage, frozen from stage fright.
"Any day now 'Jemma'" He mocked.
"Right…" I shut my eyes and fiddled with my fingers in front of my tutu. I was not exactly sure if the words coming out of my mouth were louder than a whisper, but I knew what I was singing.
"Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night."
I sung the song that Christine had sung for me, telling me that Erik sang it to her before she passed out.
I opened my eyes and heard clapping. "Go Jemma!" I heard Christine yell. I smiled a bit and blushe looked down. I contained the deep blush that painted my cheeks and looked up a bit. I looked at the chairs to see what the man's reaction was.
"Very good. I'm impressed." The man said in a rather dull voice. He looked up for once and after looking deep into his eyes, I saw that all he wanted to do was go some place else. Any place but here. Still, I couldn't hold back the blush that crept onto my face. "Christine Elizabeth Daae!" I was taken back a bit by the booming voice and nearly jumped out of my skin. I walked off of the stage the opposite way that I came on.
I looked up at Christine and gave her a thumbs up. 'Good luck.' I mouthed to her. She looked my way and smiled. I walked to the rows of chairs and took a seat in one near the back to watch her audition.
"I shall be singing a snippet of a song that Raoul and I wrote together." Christine said.
"Wow! A songwriter as well! Darn Christine, you sure are talented!" The dull man gushed. I rested my head in my hand. I wasn't jealous of Christine, just sometimes it does get a bit annoying. Christine this and Christine that. Anywhere I go I hear her name! But she supported me and so I shall support me because we are practically sisters! I rolled my eyes to see Christine, chin resting in hand. Christine had a rosy pink blush resting on her cheeks. Once she forced her blush to fade, she looked into the empty auditorium as if there was a crowd when in all reality it was just me, the dull man and a few maids of whom were dusting the seats and sweeping the ground.
"Raoul.
I was never crazy for flowers,
I confess that nothing left me colder;
I could watch a daisy for hours
And I'd feel several hours older!
Lilacs and lilies, any bloom you please,
Never failed to make my sense freeze.
But now I love each blossom that I see,
For a lovely little rose loves me.
Now my life is crystalline, when I'm with my Christine,
With a girl like Christine,
How could I be blue?
Hand in hand we'll sing
Me and little Christine;
You will be beside me, it'll
Just be me and you.
Oh!
I once heard a poem that goes:
"A rose is a rose is a rose"
Well I don't agree,
Take it from me,
There's one rose sweeter than any that grows!
And that's my Christine.
You Just wait and see
Life is one sweet beautiful song to me.
Now my life is crystalline."
A pearly white smile spread across Christine's complex face.
"Darling, that was amazing! Beautiful pitch and beautiful song!
You just might have a shot at the lead!" I heard the man say. I was
able to tag him as a man with a different prospective for different
people. To him I was a wannabe ballet rat and Christine was an angel
floating on the whitest of clouds.
"Thank you very much!" I looked at Christine closely and saw a
light pink blush paint her cheeks. I then looked at the man. I could
only see the back of his bald head, but by the way his cheek bones
pushed their way up to his ears, I could tell he was grinning.
"Next!" The man's cheek bones dropped and Christine pranced off
of the stage with a skip to her step.
I sat straight up in my seat as Christine skipped up to me. "Hey Boo!"
"Christine…" I warned her in a joking voice. I stood up and
walked to the aisle where I rested my hands on my hips.
Christine swatted the air with her hand. "Oh sha!" She giggled a
bit. "You did very well!"
I allowed Christine's blush to jump to my face. "As did you
Christine! I didn't know that you could write songs!"
Christine shrugged it off like she had been writing songs since
she could walk. "And I didn't know that you had such a good memory!"
I tensed up a bit. "What do you mean?"
"You sang 'Music of the Night'. I was the one who told you about
that." I looked down.
"I just liked the tune." I mumbled under my breath.
Christine rested her hands on my cheeks and lifted my face up so that I was forced to look her in the eyes. This made me giggle a bit. Christine gave me that deep and intense stare she gives me when she knows I am lying. I tried to look away, but she kept making me look her way. "Why did you really sing it Jemma?"
I shook my head. I refused to say.
"Fine. If you don't tell me why you sang that song, I will embarrass you."
"How?" I placed my hands on my hips again but never broke our gaze.
"I will…" Christine tore our staring contest and looked around. "I will stand up and tell the world that Jemma Leon loves the phantom!"
My eyes widened. "You wouldn't." I tested her. "I don't even love him!"
"I can spare one more lie." Christine let go of my face and walked off. She stood up on an end char. "Excuse me? Everyone!" Everyone who was on stage turned towards us but said nothing. I could almost guarantee that every man was just taking in Christine's beauty.
"Christine!" Christine looked down at me with a grin.
"My friend-"
"I will tell you! Just get down!" With the crazy hand gestures and stomping my feet, I probably looked like a crazed monkey. Christine put on a pretty smile for me.
"My friend;" I face palmed myself. "My friend and I would like to wish everyone good luck if you have yet to audition!" I was relieved as Christine stepped back down onto the ground. "Thank you!" Christine then walked up to me. "Spill."
"He is my friend and so I sang that song. I also really loved the tune." I did my best to hide the blush that threatened to burn my face.
Christine stroked her chin as if she had a bushy beard. I had to bite my tongue to hold back laughter and keep a serious face. "Can I assume that you were with the Phantom when everyone thought that you were missing?"
I looked down. I had sworn to secrecy that I would not tell of his lair. Was Christine an exception though? She already knew about Erik's hideout. "Maybe." I murmured under my breath.
I felt a slap on my arm. "Jemma you dog!" Christine said excitedly. I looked up at her to see her smirking wildly.
"Christine! I would never!" I slapped her arm back.
"Well you can't tell me that you did any more than I did with him." I looked into her eyes, obviously getting the wrong impression. "Oh I told you what we did! Now, give me the details!"
I dropped my faint smile and blush when I remembered the happenings that made me want to go back to my room so quickly just last night. "No." Even though I was mad at him with a burning passion right now, gave me no right to break the promise I made the first night that I rowed away in his boat. I did tell Christine that I was with him only because she is my best friend and she has been down with him as well. I was not going to speak of our time together however.
"Please?" Christine whined and held her hands together as if begging.
"No."
"Jemma, I am your best friend besides Meg. You can tell me anything. Meg is the one who blabbed about your secret voice which by the way is beautiful. The point is that I am not one to spread secrets. I have plenty of mine that you keep." Christine folded her arms over her chest.
"No Christine. I do know that you keep secrets, but I keep promises and I promised not to speak of the Phantom." I was silently pleading for Christine to understand.
"You know what, what ever. Forget I said anything." With that said Christine walked past me, bumping shoulders on purpose. She walked out of the auditorium leaving me to just stand there like a fool.
I silently walked from my place after a few moments and looked around. I was mad at Erik and so I couldn't go crying to him and I shared a room with Christine so I couldn't go there either. I sighed an just walked aimlessly until I stood in front of the door to the maid's closet. I opened the door and walked in. I shut the door behind me, leaned against the wall with brooms and mops and slid down. I pulled my knees to my chest and let tears fall down my face.
I was mad at Erik and still I kept his secret which made one of my only 2 friends mad at me. This is what I get for getting close to the Phantom of the Opera.
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So, did you like it? Alright, 2 questions right now! 1- Do you think that ever since Raoul has come into her life again, Christine has become a bit conceded? 2- What would you feel inside if you were Jemma and all of that just happened to you? Remember, answer in the comments/reviews! I respond to all!
