Rehearsals were underway for Don Juan and everything was going pretty smoothly, suprisingly enough. But I couldn't help to think that something was deeply wrong. It was too calm for my liking. There were no "accidents', no notes or any sign of Erik at all. And I know that he was there, some where in the shawdows, watching me. Jer tried to convinced that it was all in my mind and he assured me that nothing bad would happen.
But I still felt Eriks gaze upon me, especially at night, when Jer wasn't at my side. I didn't even feel safe in my own room. I made Jer put a board in front of the mirror in my room, and make sure there were no way of getting in or out without my knowing it. But Erik is so.. Cunning. And he knows everything about the Opera Populaire, he helped build it! And it also helps if you've lived here all your life and then some.
One night, when I was alone in my room, I practice all of my music. To get my mind off of you-know-who. I sang everything, from the first number to the very last note. I sort of exhausetd myself, it was the first time in a month or so that I actually sang to my fullest strength. I took a deep breath and plopped on my bed. I stared at my ceiling, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do.
Jer still had his plan on trying to arrest Erik. He won't forgive him for what he wanted to do me and him. And I won't forgive him either, he almost killed Jer. My Jer. My husbund.. Well, not my husbund yet, but soon enough. That's if we survive this. Or rather if Jer survives it.
When we were at the grave yard, I never saw such anger, hatred or bloodlust in someone's eyes than I did in Erik's. Erik was and probaly still intented to kill Jer. At the moment Jer hit the ground, I thought he was dead, I really did. My heart sank and such a fear consumed me that had never before.
"Ugghh!" I sighed, lying all the way on my bed, not even bothering to take off my shoes, my hands burying my face. "What's going to happen now? What's going to happen to Jer, to me?" As I said this allowed, my eyes began to droop. I tried to stay awake, afraid to sleep and to dream. I haven't had that dream for a while. But I also haven't had much sleep in a while. But while these thoughts ran through my head, my eyes drooped relentlessly and I drifted off into a deep sleep. The firsts in months.
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The next day was another rehearsal day, and I was running a little late. My damn alarm didn't go off. When I had finally gotten there, I heard Rosalie screeching about something. What it was I wasn't sure until I got through the door. I saw Jer in the room and sighed a sigh of relief. I walked up to him and kissed his cheek.
"What's going on?" I whispered to him. What I saw was Rosalie and Md. Giry, going at each other.
"Rosalie is pissed about the size of her part." Jer whispered hoarsely. I already knew that, but I guess until today she's only been complaining to Vincent and some her fellow cast mates. Today must have been the breaking point for her. "All of the sudden, she started to rant and rave. The managers tried to settle her down, but they made little sucsess. That's when Md. Giry stepped in." Gesturing towards the two of them.
"This is a complete OUTRAGE! Why must I get one of the smallest parts in the ENTIRE SHOW?! Vincent and I have ALWAYS had the lead together!!" Rosalie harped at the cool Md. Giry. "And why does Christine," she sneered, "Get the lead. It's completely unfair! She is undeserving! And this "Erik's" work? HIDEOUS!"
"Ssshh!" Md. Giry said sternly, "You must not anger the composer! He will HEAR you!" Md. Giry looked carefully around, so did Jer and I.
"Don't you dare shush me!" Rosalie spat at Md. Giry, while wagging her finger in her ancient face, "I cannot believe you actually have the ner-"
"Rosalie, your hissy fits are getting old and to be quite frank, tacky." Voiced a rather annoyed ghostly tone, "May I suggest to you to shut up? I am really not fond of the way you critize my work and treat other people, especially Christine. It puts me out. And you really don't want to put me out." Just as the statement was done, a very expensive and old vase was thrown across the room, just missing Rosalie's head by mere inches.
"I-I-I'm sorry.." sqeaked a petrified Rosalie, who at this point was whiter than my bed sheets.
"Good. Now, shall we get back to rehearsals?" said the voice, who sounded very amused. A dark chuckle echoed through the room, and leaving everyone feeling uneasy.
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As I walked out of rehearsals, I found myself lost in my thoughts, trying to figure out how to escape Erik's grasps. Then it had finally dawn on me. Why not just run? If I leave, then Erik will leave the Opera Populaire and it's inhabitants alone. If we run away together, without telling a single soul, he'll never figure out where to find us. Then Jer and I can live without fear. And Jer can actually live, without the threat if his life.
With this brilliant thought, I had to think of a way to tell Jer without Erik knowing, which was exteme task of it's own. Erik was everywhere, he knew where everyplace in Opera house, hell, in the whole city of Paris is, but I had finally decided to the roof of the Opera house. Where else is there? So, now I had set plan into action. I worte a note Jer, slipped a note to him telling to meet me on the roof at midnight tonight. That it would solve all of our problems.