A/N:
RubyMoon2's AN:
WAHOOOOOO! Yayith! I've already got Chapter five typed up! Isn't that great? Ah, the famous dress scene...you'll see what I mean.
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say...erm, type...this? We don't own the Phantom of the Opera. This is simply something written by phans, and we're not making any money out of it. Ahkay? Ahkay.
What else? Nothing much.
// = italics.
Well, time for Erica's AN now. Ja Ne!
Vampiress787's AN:
Hiya.
I really enjoyed the scene that Erik and Jacqueline have in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it too.
Enjoy! Please R/R.
If you want to contact me, you can E-mail me at Vampiress787@yahoo.com
((RubyMoon2: We also have a joint e-mail address, which is RubyVampiress@yahoo.com))
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Chapter Five: Getting Ready
"Welcome back, Jacqueline!"
"Glad to see you again, Jacqueline!
"We've missed you!"
A chorus of people greeted her.
/I've been working her for little over a week and everyone's.../
"Um, thank you." /I think./ she thought, confused.
"Hi, Jacqueline!" Theresa had come up from behind her.
"Finally, someone I actually know!"
Theresa laughed.
"No kidding. Such suck-ups."
"Why are they doing that?"
"They want your job. Or, at least, the fame of it. But if they're your best friend, they know...at least, they figure...they're careers safe. At least, that's how they say it was with the last diva." She explained.
"Well, for one thing I don't sing half as well as they make me out to, and another thing, I don't want to threaten their jobs. "She said. ((Vampiress78: Of course she can sing exactly as they say.))
"Well, /I/ know that, but it doesn't hurt if they don't. This way they can't bad-mouth you, and trust me, some of the things these girls say can /hurt/."
"You speak as if by experience."
"Well...sort of. Anyway..." Theresa couldn't think of anything to change the subject to.
"Did you hear about the Masquerade?" Jacqueline changed the subject for her.
"Oh, yes. I did."
"I heard about it, but I don't know when it is." Jacqueline said.
"In two nights, I believe."
"What are you going as?"
"I'm not going." She said in a monotone voice.
"Why not?" Jacqueline asked, confused.
"Umm...I just can't. I can't explain..." Theresa trailed off.
"I understand." Said Jacqueline, smiling.
"Thank you for not pressing." Said Theresa with a shy smile.
"No problem. Besides, it's really none of me business, is it?"
"Not exactly."
"Well, thanks!" Jacqueline paused. "I'm kidding."
"I know. Oh, well, I've got to get home, but it's been wonderful seeing you again."
"Likewise. I think I'm going to go make my mask."
"Good idea. Au Revoir."
She nodded.
Theresa turned and headed home.
Jacqueline went and gathered some things from the prop room, and went and made her mask.
*****
After rehearsals, Jacqueline asked Theresa,
"Would you by any chance have a white dress?"
"Um...yes, I think so. Why?" Theresa asked.
"Well...I need one for my costume, but then again I guess it wouldn't fit me, would it?"
"I guess not. Sorry."
"Oh, no, it's no problem. I'll find one, I'm sure. Even if I have to scrounge up every nickel and dime and go buy one." Jacqueline said, smiling.
"Well, if you need any help..."
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to. I can't ask you to."
"Well...alright. Well, I've got to go home...again. Well, no kidding, huh? Au Revior."
"Aren't you going to be escorted again?" Jacqueline said with a smile on her face. Theresa rolled her eyes.
"If my stupid horse would actually /leave/ it's pen...anyway. I can't be late home."
"Why don't you try telling him this: 'Aslick a dela'moir morsoent.' It's said to help horses behave."
"Sure. I'm desperate, I'll try anything." Well, adieu."
"Au Revoiur."
*****
Jacqueline went back to her room. When she walked in she saw the most beautiful white lace dress to be found in all of France.
"Ah...where did this come from?" she whispered, with complete wonderment in her voice.
Wait...a note in red ink...on top of the dress...
'I heard you may need this.
Your obedient servant,
O.G.'
She reached for the dress as if it were a dream.
"Is this real...?" she backed away. She haden't touched the dress, quite. She backed to the door and just stared at it. She shook her head no.
"No...I couldn't."
"Mademoiselle, you better. It took me forever to dig that dress out."
"But...Monsieur...I...I /couldn't/. It's...it's...I'm not worthy."
"Don't you dare say that. How could you think that? That a person is not worthy of a dress?"
"Because I'm a nobody...because that dress is fit for a Queen and I am not one."
"Nobody? You are nobody? Let me tell you something, Mademoiselle. I would not let 'nobody' stay in this room. A 'nobody' would not be lead soprano at the Paris Opera. In all honesty, Mademoiselle, you are far from '/nobody/'."
"But...I'm still not worthy of that dress. If what you say if true, and I suppose it is, I'm not a nobody, but I'm still lower then a dress." She said with her head lowered.
"There you go again! Saying that a living, wonderful person is not worthy of a bit of cloth and lace! You are getting me angry, Mademoiselle. I would advise you not to try me any further."
"But...I am sorry to get you angry." She had raised her head to argue, but then nodded and said, "If it pleases you, I shall wear it."
"Then wear it." He said, sounding calmer.
"I shall." She said, her head lowered again.
A pause.
"I am sorry I lost my temper, Mademoiselle." Said the voice very softly.
"It isn't your fault...it's mine for being so difficult."
"Well, then, why don't we both take half the blame and forgive each other?"
She nodded.
"Thank you for doing all that you have...to think, I would have been on the streets and not with this beautiful dress and your wonderful company." She said so quietly it was almost inaudible.
There was a short pause, then-
"It is quite alright, Mademoiselle...I also need to thank you."
"What for?"
"Oh...just..." he gave a frustrated sigh. "For being someone I can talk to, without you running away screaming." He said, laughing a little at the last part.
She laughed softly.
"I suppose it takes a little getting used to, but when the voice coming from the walls is as comforting as yours it makes it easier. I feel safe."
There was a long pause, and then,
"Thank you. You do not know what that means to me." He whispered.
"It seems we are each others best company." She said, smiling.
"Yes." Another pause. "Oh, d**n. Oh, I apologize, Mademoiselle. I must go....I have someone I must meet without fail."
"As you wish."
"Au Revoir."
"Au Revoir, mon ami."
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~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: WAHOOO! Review! ::looks around:: Wow. This place is empty. Anyone want to come visit me? Anyone?
Computer: You have mail.
RubyMoon: o.O...since when did my computer say THAT?
Computer: Since now.
RubyMoon: Ahkay. ^_^. ::checks her e-mail:: Kiba isn't going to visit me anymore? NANI?! Why? ::Reads more:: Because I haven't seen the rest of Wolf's Rain yet! WHAT! I haven't been over to the 'Turnes' yet! Grrr! Oh, and everyone. Another friend and I have started writing a Harry Potter fanfic. Read it under OokamiHimeMawata. It's called 'The Twin'. It is very good. Very good. And very funny. ::looks around:: ::sniff:: And I thought I didn't want people here...now I'm all alone! I dun like it! SOMEONE! ANYONE! Come visit me!
Vampiress787's AN:
See? What can I tell you? Was it good or what?
I don't know if any of you noticed how all Erik and Jacqueline conversations are cut short?! Please Review!
RubyMoon2's AN:
WAHOOOOOO! Yayith! I've already got Chapter five typed up! Isn't that great? Ah, the famous dress scene...you'll see what I mean.
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say...erm, type...this? We don't own the Phantom of the Opera. This is simply something written by phans, and we're not making any money out of it. Ahkay? Ahkay.
What else? Nothing much.
// = italics.
Well, time for Erica's AN now. Ja Ne!
Vampiress787's AN:
Hiya.
I really enjoyed the scene that Erik and Jacqueline have in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it too.
Enjoy! Please R/R.
If you want to contact me, you can E-mail me at Vampiress787@yahoo.com
((RubyMoon2: We also have a joint e-mail address, which is RubyVampiress@yahoo.com))
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Chapter Five: Getting Ready
"Welcome back, Jacqueline!"
"Glad to see you again, Jacqueline!
"We've missed you!"
A chorus of people greeted her.
/I've been working her for little over a week and everyone's.../
"Um, thank you." /I think./ she thought, confused.
"Hi, Jacqueline!" Theresa had come up from behind her.
"Finally, someone I actually know!"
Theresa laughed.
"No kidding. Such suck-ups."
"Why are they doing that?"
"They want your job. Or, at least, the fame of it. But if they're your best friend, they know...at least, they figure...they're careers safe. At least, that's how they say it was with the last diva." She explained.
"Well, for one thing I don't sing half as well as they make me out to, and another thing, I don't want to threaten their jobs. "She said. ((Vampiress78: Of course she can sing exactly as they say.))
"Well, /I/ know that, but it doesn't hurt if they don't. This way they can't bad-mouth you, and trust me, some of the things these girls say can /hurt/."
"You speak as if by experience."
"Well...sort of. Anyway..." Theresa couldn't think of anything to change the subject to.
"Did you hear about the Masquerade?" Jacqueline changed the subject for her.
"Oh, yes. I did."
"I heard about it, but I don't know when it is." Jacqueline said.
"In two nights, I believe."
"What are you going as?"
"I'm not going." She said in a monotone voice.
"Why not?" Jacqueline asked, confused.
"Umm...I just can't. I can't explain..." Theresa trailed off.
"I understand." Said Jacqueline, smiling.
"Thank you for not pressing." Said Theresa with a shy smile.
"No problem. Besides, it's really none of me business, is it?"
"Not exactly."
"Well, thanks!" Jacqueline paused. "I'm kidding."
"I know. Oh, well, I've got to get home, but it's been wonderful seeing you again."
"Likewise. I think I'm going to go make my mask."
"Good idea. Au Revoir."
She nodded.
Theresa turned and headed home.
Jacqueline went and gathered some things from the prop room, and went and made her mask.
*****
After rehearsals, Jacqueline asked Theresa,
"Would you by any chance have a white dress?"
"Um...yes, I think so. Why?" Theresa asked.
"Well...I need one for my costume, but then again I guess it wouldn't fit me, would it?"
"I guess not. Sorry."
"Oh, no, it's no problem. I'll find one, I'm sure. Even if I have to scrounge up every nickel and dime and go buy one." Jacqueline said, smiling.
"Well, if you need any help..."
"Oh, I couldn't ask you to. I can't ask you to."
"Well...alright. Well, I've got to go home...again. Well, no kidding, huh? Au Revior."
"Aren't you going to be escorted again?" Jacqueline said with a smile on her face. Theresa rolled her eyes.
"If my stupid horse would actually /leave/ it's pen...anyway. I can't be late home."
"Why don't you try telling him this: 'Aslick a dela'moir morsoent.' It's said to help horses behave."
"Sure. I'm desperate, I'll try anything." Well, adieu."
"Au Revoiur."
*****
Jacqueline went back to her room. When she walked in she saw the most beautiful white lace dress to be found in all of France.
"Ah...where did this come from?" she whispered, with complete wonderment in her voice.
Wait...a note in red ink...on top of the dress...
'I heard you may need this.
Your obedient servant,
O.G.'
She reached for the dress as if it were a dream.
"Is this real...?" she backed away. She haden't touched the dress, quite. She backed to the door and just stared at it. She shook her head no.
"No...I couldn't."
"Mademoiselle, you better. It took me forever to dig that dress out."
"But...Monsieur...I...I /couldn't/. It's...it's...I'm not worthy."
"Don't you dare say that. How could you think that? That a person is not worthy of a dress?"
"Because I'm a nobody...because that dress is fit for a Queen and I am not one."
"Nobody? You are nobody? Let me tell you something, Mademoiselle. I would not let 'nobody' stay in this room. A 'nobody' would not be lead soprano at the Paris Opera. In all honesty, Mademoiselle, you are far from '/nobody/'."
"But...I'm still not worthy of that dress. If what you say if true, and I suppose it is, I'm not a nobody, but I'm still lower then a dress." She said with her head lowered.
"There you go again! Saying that a living, wonderful person is not worthy of a bit of cloth and lace! You are getting me angry, Mademoiselle. I would advise you not to try me any further."
"But...I am sorry to get you angry." She had raised her head to argue, but then nodded and said, "If it pleases you, I shall wear it."
"Then wear it." He said, sounding calmer.
"I shall." She said, her head lowered again.
A pause.
"I am sorry I lost my temper, Mademoiselle." Said the voice very softly.
"It isn't your fault...it's mine for being so difficult."
"Well, then, why don't we both take half the blame and forgive each other?"
She nodded.
"Thank you for doing all that you have...to think, I would have been on the streets and not with this beautiful dress and your wonderful company." She said so quietly it was almost inaudible.
There was a short pause, then-
"It is quite alright, Mademoiselle...I also need to thank you."
"What for?"
"Oh...just..." he gave a frustrated sigh. "For being someone I can talk to, without you running away screaming." He said, laughing a little at the last part.
She laughed softly.
"I suppose it takes a little getting used to, but when the voice coming from the walls is as comforting as yours it makes it easier. I feel safe."
There was a long pause, and then,
"Thank you. You do not know what that means to me." He whispered.
"It seems we are each others best company." She said, smiling.
"Yes." Another pause. "Oh, d**n. Oh, I apologize, Mademoiselle. I must go....I have someone I must meet without fail."
"As you wish."
"Au Revoir."
"Au Revoir, mon ami."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~RubyMoon's Secret Place~
RubyMoon: WAHOOO! Review! ::looks around:: Wow. This place is empty. Anyone want to come visit me? Anyone?
Computer: You have mail.
RubyMoon: o.O...since when did my computer say THAT?
Computer: Since now.
RubyMoon: Ahkay. ^_^. ::checks her e-mail:: Kiba isn't going to visit me anymore? NANI?! Why? ::Reads more:: Because I haven't seen the rest of Wolf's Rain yet! WHAT! I haven't been over to the 'Turnes' yet! Grrr! Oh, and everyone. Another friend and I have started writing a Harry Potter fanfic. Read it under OokamiHimeMawata. It's called 'The Twin'. It is very good. Very good. And very funny. ::looks around:: ::sniff:: And I thought I didn't want people here...now I'm all alone! I dun like it! SOMEONE! ANYONE! Come visit me!
Vampiress787's AN:
See? What can I tell you? Was it good or what?
I don't know if any of you noticed how all Erik and Jacqueline conversations are cut short?! Please Review!