Sorry it took so long to update! A little writer's block on my behalf... or
just being lazy.
Well here's the next chapter, hope you like it!
"You don't suppose she could change her mind?" Firmin sat down wearily. "With two leading singers gone I don't know how we'd manage. The Opera House will be gone for certain.
"Well there's always that Christine Daae..."
"She's caused enough trouble already." He waved a hand over the disordered desk scattered with letters, newspapers articles, and complaints to be dealt with. "I would have gotten rid of her long ago if the Vicomte wasn't behind her. Indeed, I think he'd strangle our necks if we but uttered one complaint."
"I think, my dear, that's quite a different person you're referring to there." Andre said darkly. Seeing Firmin's stony face, he recoiled in exasperation. "Alright, alright, but if Carlotta goes, she's the best we've got."
"But who will be the male lead? We'll have to rehearse for the upcoming opera soon, and the audience does not wait!"
"Neither does the owner."
The managers were in deep thought.
"I've got it!" Cried Andre. "That Vicomte, would he sing?"
"What?"
"Our patron. Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. His voice is good, and he'll jump at the chance, being so smitten with that Christine girl.
"But he has no experience."
"He travelled with the violinist, did he not?"
"Indeed... we'll try him out." Firmin did not look thoroughly convinced. "I'll send a note to Monsieur Le Vicomte."
"Guess what I've heard!" "Psst! Sorelli!" "—the Vicomte" "Indeed!" Delighted squeals, gasps, and soft sighs were heard among the ballet rats.
Christine softly tapped Meg on the shoulder. "So, what exactly are we so excited about?"
"Your Raoul is going to be singing the leading male role for our next opera! Oh, Christine, you must be so proud! All the ballet girls are insanely jealous of you. Really, a vicomtess!"
"Yes... so proud." Christine of course had heard the news and did not need to be reminded. Raoul has told her the day he got the letter, and he was so happy to be actually working with her. She then reminded him that now the managers have probably won Carlotta back, he'll probably be stuck with the old hag all day long. He laughed at that and assured her not to worry, she will soon be a great star. Christine was relieved, for he hasn't said another word of leaving the opera to her. Yet she couldn't help but wonder if the Opera Ghost will terrorize the cast again. And if he were drawn to come back again, would she fall victim to the seduction of the mind? To hear that voice again, a voice so pure, so beautiful, rare, heavenly... how weak the human mind is!
"Christine? What's the matter?"
"Nothing... I'm fine." She seemed to be asked that by so many these days.
"If you say so..." Meg looked suspicious. "No, something's wrong. Tell me. Is it Raoul? Did you fight?"
"No, we're fine..."
"Then what is it? Could it be..." Her hand flew to her lips and she gasped, "him? Have you been speaking to him again? Christine... you know it's not safe..."
"No!!" Christine replied all too quickly. It was partly true. She hasn't heard him since that night. "Please! Meg, you're as bad as your mother." Immediately she regretted her harshness. Meg was only a concerned friend, but this is a subject she'd rather not talk about, thinking about it is quite enough for the mind. She knew something that was bound to make her friend forget everything else.
"Meg, would you be my maid of honour?"
"You're asking me!" Meg let out a squeal. "Did you think I would ever refuse? Oh I must find a dress! It will be grand. We'll have so much fun!"
Christine laughed the best she could, muffled by Meg's hugs. "I knew you'll be there for me."
Carlotta Giudicelli felt an urge to laugh. So she did, a piercing, operatic noise. Raoul! The leading tenor! What is the world coming to? Well her career must go on. The stage is all that matters...singing... her whole life. Wait. The thought was so sudden and yet so simple she was surprised that it had not occurred to her earlier.
Perhaps revenge was not so out of reach after all.
Christine lay in bed awake that night. The mansion was silent, all the sounds and hints of a working household stored away till the break of dawn. For there hours, all the sounds and busy activity were purged and consumed in this blinding darkness.
"Angel, if you can hear me, my soul is yours."
Yay! So did you like it? Well of course we know, Erik, being Erik, would have heard her. What would his reaction be? Review please! Haha I agree, Raoul is a fop! Aww, but it's not his fault, he was born with it. :D
Well here's the next chapter, hope you like it!
"You don't suppose she could change her mind?" Firmin sat down wearily. "With two leading singers gone I don't know how we'd manage. The Opera House will be gone for certain.
"Well there's always that Christine Daae..."
"She's caused enough trouble already." He waved a hand over the disordered desk scattered with letters, newspapers articles, and complaints to be dealt with. "I would have gotten rid of her long ago if the Vicomte wasn't behind her. Indeed, I think he'd strangle our necks if we but uttered one complaint."
"I think, my dear, that's quite a different person you're referring to there." Andre said darkly. Seeing Firmin's stony face, he recoiled in exasperation. "Alright, alright, but if Carlotta goes, she's the best we've got."
"But who will be the male lead? We'll have to rehearse for the upcoming opera soon, and the audience does not wait!"
"Neither does the owner."
The managers were in deep thought.
"I've got it!" Cried Andre. "That Vicomte, would he sing?"
"What?"
"Our patron. Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. His voice is good, and he'll jump at the chance, being so smitten with that Christine girl.
"But he has no experience."
"He travelled with the violinist, did he not?"
"Indeed... we'll try him out." Firmin did not look thoroughly convinced. "I'll send a note to Monsieur Le Vicomte."
"Guess what I've heard!" "Psst! Sorelli!" "—the Vicomte" "Indeed!" Delighted squeals, gasps, and soft sighs were heard among the ballet rats.
Christine softly tapped Meg on the shoulder. "So, what exactly are we so excited about?"
"Your Raoul is going to be singing the leading male role for our next opera! Oh, Christine, you must be so proud! All the ballet girls are insanely jealous of you. Really, a vicomtess!"
"Yes... so proud." Christine of course had heard the news and did not need to be reminded. Raoul has told her the day he got the letter, and he was so happy to be actually working with her. She then reminded him that now the managers have probably won Carlotta back, he'll probably be stuck with the old hag all day long. He laughed at that and assured her not to worry, she will soon be a great star. Christine was relieved, for he hasn't said another word of leaving the opera to her. Yet she couldn't help but wonder if the Opera Ghost will terrorize the cast again. And if he were drawn to come back again, would she fall victim to the seduction of the mind? To hear that voice again, a voice so pure, so beautiful, rare, heavenly... how weak the human mind is!
"Christine? What's the matter?"
"Nothing... I'm fine." She seemed to be asked that by so many these days.
"If you say so..." Meg looked suspicious. "No, something's wrong. Tell me. Is it Raoul? Did you fight?"
"No, we're fine..."
"Then what is it? Could it be..." Her hand flew to her lips and she gasped, "him? Have you been speaking to him again? Christine... you know it's not safe..."
"No!!" Christine replied all too quickly. It was partly true. She hasn't heard him since that night. "Please! Meg, you're as bad as your mother." Immediately she regretted her harshness. Meg was only a concerned friend, but this is a subject she'd rather not talk about, thinking about it is quite enough for the mind. She knew something that was bound to make her friend forget everything else.
"Meg, would you be my maid of honour?"
"You're asking me!" Meg let out a squeal. "Did you think I would ever refuse? Oh I must find a dress! It will be grand. We'll have so much fun!"
Christine laughed the best she could, muffled by Meg's hugs. "I knew you'll be there for me."
Carlotta Giudicelli felt an urge to laugh. So she did, a piercing, operatic noise. Raoul! The leading tenor! What is the world coming to? Well her career must go on. The stage is all that matters...singing... her whole life. Wait. The thought was so sudden and yet so simple she was surprised that it had not occurred to her earlier.
Perhaps revenge was not so out of reach after all.
Christine lay in bed awake that night. The mansion was silent, all the sounds and hints of a working household stored away till the break of dawn. For there hours, all the sounds and busy activity were purged and consumed in this blinding darkness.
"Angel, if you can hear me, my soul is yours."
Yay! So did you like it? Well of course we know, Erik, being Erik, would have heard her. What would his reaction be? Review please! Haha I agree, Raoul is a fop! Aww, but it's not his fault, he was born with it. :D