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Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera is not mine. All relations come from Mr. Gaston Leroux's novel The Phantom of the Opera. All characters that appear from this point and time in the story however, are mine.
Chapter 21
As Christine, Charles, and Meg stood at the threshold of the grand theater; the girls gaped at its beauty. It was completely different from the used-to-be Opera Populaire save for the split staircase that lead to the balconies and boxes.
"Are you ready girls?" Charles smirked.
The nodded in unison, as they were unable to look away from the intricate detail of the walls and floor.
Charles laughed and linked an arm of each woman through one of his.
Even through all the excitement of the theater, Christine felt a hollow sensation inside of her chest. For nearly two months now, she had been having reoccurring dreams of him and his gold eyes. Oddly, she looked forward to these dreams and they seemed to get her through the day. But last night, to her dismay, there was no dream and she had awoken in a foul mood.
Christine turned her head quickly to the right, for she thought she saw… -No, we are in London- she had to remind herself over and over again.
Charles led the two girls up the stairs to the box he had so graciously rented out. Christine looked up and two little words jumped out at her and smack her square between the eyes: BOX FIVE.
Wonderful. She took a deep breath and slowly pulled back the privacy curtain and emerged on the other side, seeming fine.
She had a bad feeling about this…
"What show are we seeing?" Meg asked excitedly, clearly missing the plaque above them.
"The Double Inconstancy." He stated as he adjusted his tailcoat and sat down.
At the quizzical looks the two girls gave him he laughed and said, "It's about a French prince who falls in love with a peasant girl who happens to be betrothed to a handsome Harlequin. But he is driven mind you, and orders the two to stay at his palace where he disguises himself as an officer. It's supposed to be quite funny."
"I sounds positively delightful." Meg exclaimed.
Christine could tell Meg was ecstatic for she had never seen a performance before save for the performances she danced in, and that was completely different.
The lights dimmed and the red velvet curtain rose swiftly: The show had started.
Christine never remembered laughing so hard in her life.
As the crowd erupted again into laughter, Christine went to smack her hand on the armrest, but missed and it fell on Charles lower arm. She didn't notice she had kept it there until she felt eyes bearing into her. She looked up as he looked down at his arm. She quickly retrieved it and placed both her hands in her lap, looking down. She could feel her face becoming hot. He chuckled.
She looked up towards his face again; his stare so kind that she instantly forgot why she was embarrassed.
She stiffened as if shot, she could feel eyes bearing intently into her back. She whirled around in her seat, clutching the back of the chair.
Her eyes wavered in the darkness before turning around to face the stage. The audience exploded in laughter again, but she didn't feel joyous any longer.
She quickly shook off the thought of being watched; telling herself it was her own imagination.
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The performance was over and the giddy trio made their way back to their homes, fatigue beginning to pinch their eyelids.
Christine and Meg strode into the nice sized house, where they were stopped by the stout butler.
"A letter for you Mademoiselle Megan." He said holding out a small note with the word URGENT written sloppily across it.
Meg opened it and a cry escaped her lips as her knees began to buckle…
A/N- Special thanks to http/record. for this is where I found all my info about 'The Double Inconstancy'. I hope you like this chapter! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW and tell me how you think the story is going or if you have any suggestions or questions. Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!