ACT THREE
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Invader of the Opera
Chapter 14
Act Three
Red pushed Gaz behind the curtain for her to go to her dressing room. On the stage, Purple announced, "Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera." He looked at a shocked conductor and whispered franticly "The- the- the- uh ballet. The Ballet. Please?"
The Conductor started flipping pages and asking for page numbers. The man in the yellow spun on stage and pretended to dance as the crowd laughed. Monsieur Reyer mouthed to him 'You're fired,' Dib, still in Box five, smiled to himself. The curtains open as ballerinas, actors, and stagehand rushed to find their spots.
Md Bitters helped Gaz get ready in the dressing room.
Lard Nar was standing above the stage checking for the Invader as the Invader silently watched him.
Gaz held up a single red rose with a black ribbon.
Lard Nar could feel a presence behind him. He began to sweat and turned around and found no one there. Feeling relived, he faced the other way and cam to face with a white mask. Startled, he ran the other way. The Invader chased, mirroring Lard Nar's movements. The crowd below enjoyed the show as the dancers danced. Suddenly the Invader climbed a rope and rose to the level where the stagehand was. Lard Nar, trying to run, tripped. The Invader came up behind and pulled out a lasso. Lard Nar felt a rope around his neck and struggled to get free. As he turned him over, the Invader smiled.
The Ballerinas spin in their finale as suddenly a man hung for a moment twitching before falling on the floor. The dancers backed a away and screamed. Above, a masked man smiled at their fear.
Dib ran to find Gaz in a sea of people. He found her wearing a black cloak at the bottom of a spiral staircase. "Are you all right?" He asked her, grabbing her shoulders.
"Dib, we're not safe here." She took his hand and brought him up the stairs.
Red stood up in his box. "Ladies and gentlemen, please!" He ushered, "Remain in your seats! Do not panic! It's simply an accident. An accident!"
Author's notes:
Sorry. I'll get the next one soon? I hope. I need to figure out the next parts. They're kinda important. I also couldn't figure out a title for this. Do you like it? But! My Dad got tickets to see Phantom of the Opera. Live!! Yes! I can't wait! Hopefully, that will make me motivated to write. hearts to Grogie13! What a lovely poem.