-Sorry this is short. The next part is really long so keep reading!-
I awoke the next morning with a bit of a head cold. I felt light headed, but knew that I could not miss rehearsal this morning. It would be my first time singing in the opera in almost a month. I was to play the part of Marguerite in Faust. It was a classic opera, and an honor to perform. I did not know who the new tenor was. They would be playing the part of Faust. Meg greeted me cheerfully. I had not seen her for almost a week, and I was very glad to. The half hour we had to talk before rehearsal went by quickly, and I had gained much information on what had happened in the opera while I was gone. She introduced me to the new tenor. His name was Alain Desruiseau, and he was the most pleasant gentleman I had ever known. He had jet black hair, and part of it always came loose and fell onto his forehead. His large eyes were blue, even bluer than my own. He was quite charming also, and I felt myself quite in danger of falling in love with him. I would not feel guilty about it either, because Erik obviously had stopped loving me, and so I in turn could not love him. Every so often I would still get the feeling I was being watched, but dismissed it. It was just a feeling I had gotten used to, and it would eventually wear off. Morning rehearsal ended at eleven, and as I was pulling on my cloak and scarf (not the red one), Alain came up to me. "Miss Daae, would it be asking too much if you would join me for lunch? That is, if you had no other plans." He was smiling, and I almost swooned. We exchanged some pleasant conversation, and when our food arrived, he suddenly said: "Did you hear there is to be another Masquerade on Saturday?" Monsieur Desruiseau said, wiping off his mouth. "I must say, I was surprised. I had heard that the last masquerade ended up being a disaster. Were you in attendance?" I found myself surprised. I had assumed that everyone knew what had happened at the last Masquerade. "Yes, actually. Tell me Monsieur, where were you one month ago?" "I was in London with my grandmother. The old woman passed on two weeks ago, and I came directly back home to Paris, and applied for the job at the opera." "Had you not attended the opera or read the newspapers before you left for London?" I was puzzled at his lack of knowledge. It seemed odd to me that he had not known of my involvement in the opera, or in the Phantom of the Opera situation. It had been pretty big news, and I myself was in the center of it. The newspaper articles I had cut out filled almost an entire drawer. "I was in London the two years prior also Miss Daae, in case you are wondering why I am ignorant of the event. Perhaps you will explain the events to me in excruciating detail." "All right," I said. "I will. But not here.we should go to the scene, or perhaps the stage would be just as accurate. We shall return to the Opera Populaire."
I awoke the next morning with a bit of a head cold. I felt light headed, but knew that I could not miss rehearsal this morning. It would be my first time singing in the opera in almost a month. I was to play the part of Marguerite in Faust. It was a classic opera, and an honor to perform. I did not know who the new tenor was. They would be playing the part of Faust. Meg greeted me cheerfully. I had not seen her for almost a week, and I was very glad to. The half hour we had to talk before rehearsal went by quickly, and I had gained much information on what had happened in the opera while I was gone. She introduced me to the new tenor. His name was Alain Desruiseau, and he was the most pleasant gentleman I had ever known. He had jet black hair, and part of it always came loose and fell onto his forehead. His large eyes were blue, even bluer than my own. He was quite charming also, and I felt myself quite in danger of falling in love with him. I would not feel guilty about it either, because Erik obviously had stopped loving me, and so I in turn could not love him. Every so often I would still get the feeling I was being watched, but dismissed it. It was just a feeling I had gotten used to, and it would eventually wear off. Morning rehearsal ended at eleven, and as I was pulling on my cloak and scarf (not the red one), Alain came up to me. "Miss Daae, would it be asking too much if you would join me for lunch? That is, if you had no other plans." He was smiling, and I almost swooned. We exchanged some pleasant conversation, and when our food arrived, he suddenly said: "Did you hear there is to be another Masquerade on Saturday?" Monsieur Desruiseau said, wiping off his mouth. "I must say, I was surprised. I had heard that the last masquerade ended up being a disaster. Were you in attendance?" I found myself surprised. I had assumed that everyone knew what had happened at the last Masquerade. "Yes, actually. Tell me Monsieur, where were you one month ago?" "I was in London with my grandmother. The old woman passed on two weeks ago, and I came directly back home to Paris, and applied for the job at the opera." "Had you not attended the opera or read the newspapers before you left for London?" I was puzzled at his lack of knowledge. It seemed odd to me that he had not known of my involvement in the opera, or in the Phantom of the Opera situation. It had been pretty big news, and I myself was in the center of it. The newspaper articles I had cut out filled almost an entire drawer. "I was in London the two years prior also Miss Daae, in case you are wondering why I am ignorant of the event. Perhaps you will explain the events to me in excruciating detail." "All right," I said. "I will. But not here.we should go to the scene, or perhaps the stage would be just as accurate. We shall return to the Opera Populaire."