That night, the opera came off quite successfully. Many a guest was surprised to see that Socks O'Connor was not singing as the queen in the performance of Hannibal, but were not disappointed with Sarah Jacobs' rendition of it. Instead, they were quite enthralled. One person in particular was pleased at what he saw. This man was Jack Kelly. He recalled this beauty when she was a mere child of six, and she lost her scarf in the harbor because of the wind, and was very much saddened by it. He remembered the little boy who ran into the cold water and retrieved it, against the protests of his mother. He remembered frequently seeing her wandering through the streets, singing with her pretty child's voice as her father played his violin beautifully. And now he was watching her perform in the most prominent opera house in the city. He was almost proud to know her. When she finished her aria, "Think of me", the house roared with applause, and a certain young man stood to his feet and whistled for her, shouting for an encore as the rest of the cast made their way to the stage. They all gave a bow, and then the stage lights went off, and the house lights came up. Jack rushed out of his box and backstage to where the dressing rooms were.
Moe was walking down the hall, tapping on each door, telling them to hang up their costumes carefully so that they'd work for each performance.
"Mother?" Autumn said, peeking her head out of her door.
"Yes?" Moe answered.
"Must I wear the brown dress to the gala?" Autumn made a face showing that she would rather not.
"Suit yourself, but wear a coat if you go anywhere outside. And be careful." Moe nodded in decision and continued down the hall.
Jack sauntered down the hall until he found Sarah's room. He knocked on the door, and then opened it. He smiled at her, as she studied his face carefully.
"Hi, remember me? I'm the boy who rescued your scarf! Don't you remember?" He looked at her hopefully as she showed signs of remembrance.
"Jack?" she whispered.
Jack nodded affirmative.
"How have you been?" she asked him.
"It doesn't matter, I'm wonderful now! Say, will you go to dinner with me tonight?" he asked her.
She looked like she wanted to, and he took that as a yes, before she got the chance to reply.
"Alright, you change, and I'll be back in five minutes!" he told her and rushed out of the room.
Sarah looked around the room helplessly as a voice sounded in the room.
"Sarah? What are you doing? Are you going out with that boy tonight instead of keeping our tryst?" it asked her.
"No-no, I would never miss our appointment," she assured the voice, though she knew not which way to look to address it.
"Good," was all it said in affirmation.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"Will I ever be able to see you, my Angel of Music? I'm longing so to see the genius who makes me sing so beautifully."
"Look at yourself in the mirror."
Sarah complied and went over to the mirror. "I only see myself there," she told him.
"Look closer, you'll see I am right there with you."
Sarah did so and gasped. "Angel! I see you!" she exclaimed and found herself suddenly in a dark underground place, though she knew not where it was.
Jack was outside the door, and heard these voices. It hurt him to think that she'd agreed to dine with him when there was another man she was consorting with as well. When he suddenly heard no more voices, though, he became confused. He swung the door open to find complete darkness. He turned on the electric light to find an empty room.
"Where are you?!" he shouted. "Sarah?! What Angel is this you're speaking to?! Sarah? Sarah! Angel? What Angel, Sarah?" He looked helplessly around the room once more, and still finding it empty, he went out and closed the door behind him. He supposed he'd have to dine alone that night, once again. Next time, he would not let her escape him, though.
Moe was walking down the hall, tapping on each door, telling them to hang up their costumes carefully so that they'd work for each performance.
"Mother?" Autumn said, peeking her head out of her door.
"Yes?" Moe answered.
"Must I wear the brown dress to the gala?" Autumn made a face showing that she would rather not.
"Suit yourself, but wear a coat if you go anywhere outside. And be careful." Moe nodded in decision and continued down the hall.
Jack sauntered down the hall until he found Sarah's room. He knocked on the door, and then opened it. He smiled at her, as she studied his face carefully.
"Hi, remember me? I'm the boy who rescued your scarf! Don't you remember?" He looked at her hopefully as she showed signs of remembrance.
"Jack?" she whispered.
Jack nodded affirmative.
"How have you been?" she asked him.
"It doesn't matter, I'm wonderful now! Say, will you go to dinner with me tonight?" he asked her.
She looked like she wanted to, and he took that as a yes, before she got the chance to reply.
"Alright, you change, and I'll be back in five minutes!" he told her and rushed out of the room.
Sarah looked around the room helplessly as a voice sounded in the room.
"Sarah? What are you doing? Are you going out with that boy tonight instead of keeping our tryst?" it asked her.
"No-no, I would never miss our appointment," she assured the voice, though she knew not which way to look to address it.
"Good," was all it said in affirmation.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"Will I ever be able to see you, my Angel of Music? I'm longing so to see the genius who makes me sing so beautifully."
"Look at yourself in the mirror."
Sarah complied and went over to the mirror. "I only see myself there," she told him.
"Look closer, you'll see I am right there with you."
Sarah did so and gasped. "Angel! I see you!" she exclaimed and found herself suddenly in a dark underground place, though she knew not where it was.
Jack was outside the door, and heard these voices. It hurt him to think that she'd agreed to dine with him when there was another man she was consorting with as well. When he suddenly heard no more voices, though, he became confused. He swung the door open to find complete darkness. He turned on the electric light to find an empty room.
"Where are you?!" he shouted. "Sarah?! What Angel is this you're speaking to?! Sarah? Sarah! Angel? What Angel, Sarah?" He looked helplessly around the room once more, and still finding it empty, he went out and closed the door behind him. He supposed he'd have to dine alone that night, once again. Next time, he would not let her escape him, though.
