Warning, this chapter might be a bit boring if you've already seen the movie. It's pretty much the same thing. I didn't feel like making it more original. :P

Songs used in this chapter: Prima Donna

"Let me see it!" They all asked for the note.

"Please." Monsieur Falman took the note. Madame Rockbell stood to the side with an expression of no surprise when he began to read the note.

"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature detailing on how my theater is to be run." Monsieur Falman raised his eyebrow at this before continuing.

"You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance. Edward Elric has returned to you and I am anxious his career should progress. In the new production of Il Muto, you will therefor cast La Winry as the page girl and put Mr. Elric in the role of the count. The role which Mr. Elric plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the page girl is silent, which makes my casting, in a word, ideal. I will watch the performance from my normal seat in box five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these demands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant, O.G."

"Edward!" La Winry spat his name in contempt.

"What ever, now?" Monsieur Breda asked.

"It's all a plot to help Edward!"

"This is insane!" Monsieur Falman cried.

"I know who sent this!" Winry turned on Jean, jabbing a manicured finger at his chest. "The Viscount, his lover!"

"Indeed," Jean frowned, removing her finger from his chest. "Can you believe this?"

"Senora!" Monsieur Falman called as La Winry began walking away. "This is a joke," Monsieur Breda said as the prima donna sang away in french. "This changes nothing!"

"Senora!"

"You are our star-"

"-And always will be!"

"Senora!"

"The man is mad!" Monsieur Falman exclaimed as Monsieur Breda cried, "We don't take orders!"

"Mr. Elric will be playing the page boy." Monsieur Falman announced. "The silent role." The two managers exchanged glances and both announced, "La Winry will be playing the lead!"

"It's useless trying to appease me..."Winry was still walking away to her dressing room in a huff. "You're only saying this to please me." She continued singing in french and the opera managers followed her, trying to appease and please her. Madame Rockbell went her own way, disapproving of the new managers' actions.

"Who scorn his words, beware to those." She warned, but no one heard her. No one was around to hear her. "The angel sees, the angel knows."

"You have reviled me!" La Winry cried.

"Why did Edward fly from my arms?" Jean felt hurt and confused. Who was this Phantom that the entire Opera Amestris gossiped of? Winry continued to complain.

"You have rebuked me!"

"Senora, pardon us!" The managers groveled at the diva's side.

"You have replaced me!"

"Please, Senora, we beseech you!"

"This hour shall see your darkest fears..." Madame Rockbell was walking by her lonesome in the hallways. They were empty and she whispered words of advice, though no one heard.

Jean also walked the halls, looking everywhere for any hint of the unknown Phantom or his blond angel.

"I must see him..."

And La Winry continued her griping in french and the managers continued to grovel like dogs.

"The angel sees, the angel hears..." Madame Rockbell continued her walk down the halls of the opera house.

"Senora sing for us," The managers asked. "Don't be a martyr." Their walk led them to where the rest of the workers in the opera house were and they all sang together.

"What new surprises are in store?"

Winry stomped to the front door and, when she opened it, there were tons of adoring fans trying to get in. Her spirits were lifted for a brief moment, until a woman who had pushed herself to the door raised a rose.

"Could you please give this to Mr. Elric?" Winry closed the door. "Mr. Elric?" The door was closed and Winry pouted when the managers flanked her sides.

"Your public needs you," Monsieur Breda said.

"We need you, too," Monsieur Falman quickly added.

"Wouldn't you rather have your precious little ingenue?" La Winry asked with an annoyed huff.

"Senora, no," the managers said in unison. "The world wants you." As Winry picked herself up and turned to leave, not only the managers, but the admirers followed, as well. The farther they walked, the more people who gathered around La Winry. "Prima Donna, first lady of the stage. Your devotees are on their knees to implore you."

They quickly entered her dressing room and she sat herself down in fron of her mirror, fixing her hair and fanning herself. Everywhich way, there were people doing something. There were two people carrying an enormous self-portrait of La Winry and deciding where to put it. There were people setting flowers on her desks.

"Can you bow out when their shouting your name?" Monsieur Falman asked. He motioned a man to give him something and he handed Winry a basket of sweets. She waved them off with a disgusted face.

"Think of how they all adore you..." Monsieur Breda added, also calling over for some sort of gift. He was waved off, as well.

"Prima Donna enchant us once again," They sang together again and Monsieur Falman handed her something else. Again, the gift was rejected.

"Think of your muse-"

"-and all your cues around the theater!" Monsieur Falman finished Monsieur Breda's statement and handed Winry a fancy pillow, which she took with a look of excitement. She hugged it against herself, loving the softness of it. Monsieur Breda tried to offer her something again and, again, she denied it. Monsieur Breda gave a disappointed look and searched for something else.

"Can you deny us the triumph in store?" They asked the diva. "Sing, Prima Donna, once more!" La Winry gave an excited squeal when Monsieur Breda handed her a beautiful necklace with matching ear rings in a pink laced box. She turned and let out another squeal when Monsieur Falman handed her a raven furred poodle.

The Viscount stood in the cellars of the opera house, looking around. "Edward spoke of an angel..."

In La Winry's dressing room, they were fitting her dress and the man jerked the bow tight around her waist.

"Prima Donna, your song shall live again," she sang.

"Think of your public!" The managers cried.

"You took a snub but there's a public who needs you," La Winry reasoned with herself.

Madame Rockbell found what she was looking for. She picked up the heap of clothes and thought to herself. The old stories of the Angel of Music. Only those with pure souls and hearts could hear teh voice of the Angel of Music.

"He has heard the voice of the Angel of Music..."

"Those who have heard your voice liken you to an angel..." The managers complimented the young diva. Winry was still reasoning with herself.

"Think of the cry of undying support..."

"We get our opera-" Monsieur Breda whispered to his partner.

"-she gets her limelight," Monsieur Falman whispered back.

"Follow where the limelight leads you!" La Winry cried.

"Leading ladies are a trial..." The managers were tired of this. They were regretting ever taking this role. They ending up being the first two people to carry the front end of her seat. She sat in luxury as she sang.

"Prima Donna your song shall never die. You'll sing again and to unending ovation."

"Orders? Warnings?" Jean walked down another hall and turned the corner, knowing his way around the house of opera. "Lunatic!"

Meanwhile, Monsieur Falman was getting tired carrying La Winry and almost stumbled. Monsieur Breda sent a glance to his partner. They didn't want La Winry to think she was fat. That would end in Hell.

"This misacating will invite damnation," The managers sang. "Lunatic demands are regular occurences."

"Think how you'll shine in that final encore!"La Winry was having fantasies of the upcoming opera.

"Sing, Prima Donna, once more!" Monsieurs Breda and Falman sang together.

"Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus boy whose gone and slept with the patron? Jean and the soubrette(1), entwined in love's duet!" They lowered La Winry's dress from above, since it was too heavy to do otherwise. She practiced her notes, both high and low as the got her ready. "Although he may demur, he must have been with him!"

They finished up La Winry's costume. Sha wore a rather large, pink old-fashioned dress and the bigest, blond wig you have ever seen. She wore enough make-up on her face to make her face completely white.

During this time, Madame Rockbell, Alphonse, and Edward walked down the hall. Edward was ready for the opera, dressed up as the page boy.

"For if his curse is on this opera..." Madame Rockbell and Alphonse sang, but Edward was silent.

"You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact, a perfect opera!"

The entire opera house was there that moment. They filled the room, preparing for the openning show and helping others while getting ready. They all sang, joyfully, together.

"Prima Donna the world is at your feet. A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!" Outside the doors, people waited to be let in. They lit the candles that served as the lights on stage. The stage hands made last minute touches. And they sang.

"Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note. Sing, Prima Donna, once more!"

(1) Soubrette is the female version of the word. If you don't know what it means, google it. But I couldn't find the male version of the word, so screw it.