Prélude: Une Introduction
Before the horrible reviews come flying in from the Erik/Christine fans, allow me to explain myself.
After reading (and crying over) The Phantom of the Opera and Phantom, I wanted to give Erik a woman who appreciated him and his love, as I would. Hence, Amoret LeRoux was born. (Amoret for me, LeRoux in honor of Gaston Leroux)
I love the musical, so it's sort of a songfic, with the songs worked into the dialog, and altered to suite my bizarre needs.
I will appreciate any and all reviews, but be forewarned: any flamers will receive their just rewards...
And now, "Le fantôme-Revisited".
Le Chapitre Celui: L'ange de l'Opéra
Erik Dessleur, know more commonly as the Phantom of the Opera, sat in his box and watched with hatred the prima donna, Carlotta Guidicelli. She could not carry a tune, or even fake it. She was not beautiful, nor was she talented. But she was famous, and that alone brought the masses to the Paris Opera House, who wanted only to be seen seeing the Diva.
He was therefore most grateful when she left the stage and the chorus took her place. He could see Meg Giry, daughter of his boxkeeper on the front row (his doing), and next to her was a girl he did not recognize. Erik leaned forward. How could he have missed this beautiful girl?
She was tall, with long red-gold hair that was bound with silk ties and roses. Her skin and features were pale and fine as porcelain, with coral lips and green-gray cat's eyes. She moved with grace, both acquired and natural, and she was so totally focused on her piece that Erik was scarcely sure she was aware of her surroundings.
But when she sang...oh, how his heart ached with longing. Her voice was as beautiful as she was, and he wondered how the Opera had kept this young woman from him. Erik listened, blissfully, as she sang. When she had finished, it was all he could do to keep from jumping to his feet and applauding wildly.
She took her bows with the other chorus girls, and then a strange thing happened. As she rose, she looked directly up at Box Five. Erik thought for a frantic moment that she could see him. But a moment later, she shook her head as if to clear it, then left the stage. Carlotta returned, and Erik held the image and voice of his mysterious chorus girl in his mind, trying to drown out the unpleasantness of the diva. He almost succeeded.
Before the horrible reviews come flying in from the Erik/Christine fans, allow me to explain myself.
After reading (and crying over) The Phantom of the Opera and Phantom, I wanted to give Erik a woman who appreciated him and his love, as I would. Hence, Amoret LeRoux was born. (Amoret for me, LeRoux in honor of Gaston Leroux)
I love the musical, so it's sort of a songfic, with the songs worked into the dialog, and altered to suite my bizarre needs.
I will appreciate any and all reviews, but be forewarned: any flamers will receive their just rewards...
And now, "Le fantôme-Revisited".
Le Chapitre Celui: L'ange de l'Opéra
Erik Dessleur, know more commonly as the Phantom of the Opera, sat in his box and watched with hatred the prima donna, Carlotta Guidicelli. She could not carry a tune, or even fake it. She was not beautiful, nor was she talented. But she was famous, and that alone brought the masses to the Paris Opera House, who wanted only to be seen seeing the Diva.
He was therefore most grateful when she left the stage and the chorus took her place. He could see Meg Giry, daughter of his boxkeeper on the front row (his doing), and next to her was a girl he did not recognize. Erik leaned forward. How could he have missed this beautiful girl?
She was tall, with long red-gold hair that was bound with silk ties and roses. Her skin and features were pale and fine as porcelain, with coral lips and green-gray cat's eyes. She moved with grace, both acquired and natural, and she was so totally focused on her piece that Erik was scarcely sure she was aware of her surroundings.
But when she sang...oh, how his heart ached with longing. Her voice was as beautiful as she was, and he wondered how the Opera had kept this young woman from him. Erik listened, blissfully, as she sang. When she had finished, it was all he could do to keep from jumping to his feet and applauding wildly.
She took her bows with the other chorus girls, and then a strange thing happened. As she rose, she looked directly up at Box Five. Erik thought for a frantic moment that she could see him. But a moment later, she shook her head as if to clear it, then left the stage. Carlotta returned, and Erik held the image and voice of his mysterious chorus girl in his mind, trying to drown out the unpleasantness of the diva. He almost succeeded.