The applause was almost deafening at the end of the show, when I came back for a sixth bow with Piangi. All of the people cheered, calling out our names, flowers raining on the stage. Even the crew and Md. Giry applauded with them. The feeling was unlike any other I had felt in my life. iI really hope the Carlotta quits permanently.
I tried to get back to my new room, but there were people from wall to wall, flooding the hallway. It was nearly impossible to get through all of them, but luckily I had Md. Giry covering the front and Meg at the rear. At some point, I thought Md. Giry would have to use her cane to beat people out of the way. Fortunately, that never actually had to happen. Meg's arms were soon filled with roses, chrysanthemums, orchids, almost every kind of flower imaginable.
"Give it to Mds. Daae." They would say to Meg. I smust have said "Thank you", atleast a hundred times and my face was begining to hurt from all the smiling I was doing. Finally, when the got the door closed, I slumped down on my chair, sighing a exhausted yet a satisfied sigh.
"You did wonderful tonight." Meg said dumping the flowers onto my vanity and sat down next to me on the ground.
"You did very well, my dear." Md. Giry said, agreeing with Meg. "I am so very proud of you. And so is your mother." I beamed a huge smile at her, despite it's protest. It was so big and bright, I thought I was going to blind someone. My mother, God bless her soul, be so happy to have seen me right now. Even ecstatic. I was a bitter sweet moment for me, because now I missed her desperately. My face fell slightly, knowing she was never actually going to see me perform. Md. Giry put her hand on my shoulder, sensing my mood.
"We'll leave you be so you can slip into something more comfortable, okay?" Meg said to me.
"Sure, thanks." I said, smiling. They left and I was just about to change when there was another knock on the door. "Bloody hell." I muttered under my breath, pulling my dress back on to answer the door. It was probably just someone who wanted to congratulate me or wanted to give me flowers. Or both. With all of the flowers I was getting, I could have opened a flower shop.
I put my smile of gratitude and opened the door and a rather large bouquets of all kinds of flowers appeared before my face. "Oh", I said, obviously surprised. "Well then. Wow." It was large enough as to where I couldn't actually see who was giving me the flowers. "Wow," I said again, "Thank you."
"You deserve them, bella." I rolled my eyes as I recognized who had given them to me. I took the flowers in and set them on the ground, near the trash bin next to the vanity. "Congratulations on your success tonight- what is your name?" He asked me. I had to hold back a laugh. He has been calling on me all day and he didn't even know my name? Pathetic.
"Christine. Christine Daae." I sad dryly to him.
"Christine," He said, almost savoring my name, "What a beautiful name. It fits perfectly with it's owner." I forced a lugh. If he really think his charm could ever work on me, he had another thing coming.
"Yes," I said, not looking at him while I arranged my flowers, "I guess it does." He took a few steps in closer to me.
"My name," the vicomte said with a slight bow, "Is Raoul." And I care why? Honestly, he was beginning to get on my nerves, thinking that he was that amazing. He was so full of it.
"Well, M. Vicomte-"
"Please. You can call me Raoul." He almost purred. I wanted to vomit slightly in my mouth.
"Roaul," I said, taking his arm and began to lead him towards the door, "If you don't mind, I'm going to get changed so I can-"
"Oh, but of course," He said smiling, bearing his wolf grin, "But I will be back soon to pick you up for dinner with me and the managers." I could choke him!
I shook my head. "No thank you," I said as politely as I could, "I'm not that-"
"I will not take no for answer. It's my treat, Christine. It would make me feel bad if you turned my good gesture down." Damn him. He used the guilt trip. I agreed and he kissed my hand and said that he would be back in ten minutes. I nearly slammed the door and collapsed on the ground in frustration. That man was incorrigible!
As I pulled my hair back into a elgantly messy bun, I felt a sudden draft in the room, making the candles flutter slighty. But there's no windows in this room. In my old room yes, but not this one.
"Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" A voice rang through out the room. I smiles and laughed, knowing my angel was right. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph!" I looked around the room, spinning, trying to find the place where he sang. He seemed to fill the entire room up.
"Oh, Angel," I sighed, "I want to just.." I made a grunt of frustration as I sat down on my bed and lied back.
"I know," he said to me, "I do too, whatever your grunt meant. But why did you agree to dine with him and the managers?" There was a certain a pang of pain in his voice, like he was hurt I said yes. I shook my head.
"It's not like I had much of a choice. He used the guilt trip on me," I said, "Not like I actually want to. He was just so damn stubborn. Even more so than me, and you should know that is a feat most people can't surpass." I forced another laugh. But it's true; I was more stubborn than a mule in the alps when there is a blizzard.
"Well," he said slyly, "You don't have to go." I cocked up my eyebrow and gave a funny smirk. I laughed after a bit.
"What am I going to do? Just poof! disappear?" I said, shrugging. I heard Raoul knock at the door, and I muttered a curse under my breath. "I better go get that." I said bitterly as I walked to the door. Raoul began to bang and rattle against the door.
"Christine, open the door now. Christine!" He said, sounding a bit put off, "Who else is in there?" He tried again to open the door but it was pointless. All he could do is rattle the doorknob, and pound on the door hard with his fists. I began to walk to the door again, when I remember I never locked that door.
"Christine," my angel called out to me, "I may regret this but come with me." And as soon as he finished his last word, the large stand up mirror opened up before my eyes, and my jaw went slack. Standing before me was my angel. I could not believe it. I could not wrap my mind around the fact that my angel stood in the opening of the entrance way to somewhere dark and mysterious as he was. And before I knew it, my hand was interlocked in his gloved hand, leading down the passage way. In flesh and blood.