"If I didn't know better, David, I would think that you weren't happy with
being assistant director," stabbed Michael Giacomo.
"A regular Carlotta," Andrew Marciano agreed. "With the way he sings, you would be led into thinking that, wouldn't you?"
"You two are just jealous of how close I can get to Belladonna!"
Andrew raised his eyebrows. "Mademoiselle Rossellini? Madame Giry's new protégé?"
"The best thing since Christine?"
"Ha!" The two men scoffed in unison.
"She might be like Christine and Meg put together," Andrew proffered.
"But everyone knows that Lucian can get closer," finished Michael.
"Because he thinks Belladonna is tight with the Phantom," David Loretto agreed knowingly.
In the silence that followed, Rihannon Fortino bustled in. She was an affectionate, slim 21-year-old with close-cropped black hair and sparkling green eyes. Madame hadn't been able to tame any grace into her, so Mssrs. Fermin and André had willingly kept the spritely young lady on as the publicist for the Opéra Populaire.
"Bonjour, bonjour! So lovely to see you all! Hello, Mssrs. Giacomo, Marciano and Loretto!"
"Good afternoon, Mademoiselle Fortino," they mumbled.
"Monsieur Marciano, you need to be practicing with the swings! Monsieur Giacomo, the wardrobe mistress needs to see you. Monsieur Loretto, here are your current sets of instructions from Monsieur Erik, Mssrs. Firmin and André, Mademoiselle Giudicelli, Madame Giry and the Vicomte de Chagny."
She stopped, took a deep breath and leaned against David's desk. Putting a hand to her forehead, Rihannon asked herself, "Now, what was it that I was supposed to do? Oh, I know! I was supposed to get Mademoiselle Rossellini out of her voice lessons because the Company is about to begin rehearsals, so Madame Giry needs her. Au revoir!"
All the men could do, was watch her hurry away.
"She's full of it," Andrew proclaimed.
"I wish I had her energy," mused Michael.
"Well, you heard Mademoiselle Fortino! Michael, you need to be with the dancers, Andrew needs to see the wardrobe mistress and I've got a stack of paperwork!"
"A regular Carlotta," Andrew Marciano agreed. "With the way he sings, you would be led into thinking that, wouldn't you?"
"You two are just jealous of how close I can get to Belladonna!"
Andrew raised his eyebrows. "Mademoiselle Rossellini? Madame Giry's new protégé?"
"The best thing since Christine?"
"Ha!" The two men scoffed in unison.
"She might be like Christine and Meg put together," Andrew proffered.
"But everyone knows that Lucian can get closer," finished Michael.
"Because he thinks Belladonna is tight with the Phantom," David Loretto agreed knowingly.
In the silence that followed, Rihannon Fortino bustled in. She was an affectionate, slim 21-year-old with close-cropped black hair and sparkling green eyes. Madame hadn't been able to tame any grace into her, so Mssrs. Fermin and André had willingly kept the spritely young lady on as the publicist for the Opéra Populaire.
"Bonjour, bonjour! So lovely to see you all! Hello, Mssrs. Giacomo, Marciano and Loretto!"
"Good afternoon, Mademoiselle Fortino," they mumbled.
"Monsieur Marciano, you need to be practicing with the swings! Monsieur Giacomo, the wardrobe mistress needs to see you. Monsieur Loretto, here are your current sets of instructions from Monsieur Erik, Mssrs. Firmin and André, Mademoiselle Giudicelli, Madame Giry and the Vicomte de Chagny."
She stopped, took a deep breath and leaned against David's desk. Putting a hand to her forehead, Rihannon asked herself, "Now, what was it that I was supposed to do? Oh, I know! I was supposed to get Mademoiselle Rossellini out of her voice lessons because the Company is about to begin rehearsals, so Madame Giry needs her. Au revoir!"
All the men could do, was watch her hurry away.
"She's full of it," Andrew proclaimed.
"I wish I had her energy," mused Michael.
"Well, you heard Mademoiselle Fortino! Michael, you need to be with the dancers, Andrew needs to see the wardrobe mistress and I've got a stack of paperwork!"
