Sorry, this one's kind of short. I also apologize for how slow this is going so far. I promise, I'll try to get more chapters up soon.
Dream by Eveiveneg
November 11
Well, I got in. Amazing, I know. But here's the most amazing part of all: I got the leading role. I don't know how it happened. I was only trying out for a part in the chorus, and two days later, I was got a phone call from the director, telling me I received the largest role. I'm excited, of course.
But…I'm also uneasy. For some reason it doesn't feel right. Like I shouldn't have this part…
Wednesday is the first day of practice. I'm a bit apprehensive to go there. I thought I saw that man from the airport there…Nathan Morrell. I don't know why, but he makes me nervous, even more than I usually am with strangers. It's confusing.
Anyway, I can't wait to go to practice, Nathan Morrell aside. It'll be my first play since getting out of school. God, that was a horrible year. I was forced to work as a cashier at Gap. I never want to go near another clothes store for pre-teens again. I'll just go swallow some cyanide.
Well, I'd best go get some dinner and get to bed. I have a lot of things to get done before Wednesday.
Midnight
I just had the strangest dream. I was on the roof of a large building. There were statues of winged horses and soldiers all around, painted in gold, and silver, too. It was twilight, and the stars were just beginning to show. A man and a woman were there, standing close together. The woman was small and dark-haired, half dressed in some sort of costume. The man was tall and long- haired, all the way to his shoulders. He was wearing dress clothes, you know, dark pants, a white shirt and evening coat.
The woman was trying to tell the man something, but without success. He didn't seem to want to listen to what she said. She spoke of a man, deformed beyond imagination. But then she said he had a beautiful voice, and it was obvious that it had entranced her. She was scared, though. She was trembling, obviously frightened, and clutching a rose. A rose with a black ribbon tied around it.
Then…then the man came towards her and took her in his arms, comforting her. They professed their love for each other, and then the kissed. It was very odd, seeing two people confess to having such passion for each other. They began to talk of leaving with each other after the…play? They left, happy and ecstatic.
But, as soon as they left, a man came out of the shadows of one of the statues. He wore dress clothes as well, but with a cape. A white mask covered half of his face. He was very handsome, with black hair, and a tall, looming figure. He came over to where the couple had stood moments before and knelt down. He picked up the rose that the woman had dropped when the man had embraced her. He brought it close to his face and held it there, the petals touching his cheek. He seemed heart-broken, and he whispered a name. Christine. He said it in such a sad and despairing way that I came over to him and tried to put my hand on his shoulder, I guess to comfort him. I really don't know what was going through my head at the moment.
But in any case, it didn't matter. My hand went through his shoulder, and he didn't even look up. The man and woman's voices drifted up to us, speaking of a life together. The masked man suddenly started to crush the rose's petals. They drifted down to the ground slowly. He looked up from the rose and softly, but clearly, declared revenge upon the two lovers. He began to laugh, louder and louder, until it became more and more maniacal and insane.
All of a sudden, I was inside alarge opera house. I was on the stage, next to the dark-haired woman, who was now in full costume. I heard that same laughter from moments before, and looked up. A large chandelier was rocking back and forth, flickering. I saw the masked man on the platform that was around the chandelier. He was cackling like a mad man, obviously delighted with the spectacle below, the entire audience shrieking and scrambling about.
He shouted, "Go!" And then the chandelier came loose. It was, I saw, going to fall right on top of me. I closed my eyes and hurled myself out of the way. I fell against the wood of the stage and opened my eyes just as the chandelier crashed at the woman's feet.
And then I was awake, staring at the ceiling.
What was that? What does it mean?
That opera house, the one where the chandelier came down, I recognized it. It's the Opera Populaire, the opera house that I auditioned at and where the play will be performed.
I think that woman, the one who was on the roof with the man, was Christine. The one the masked man was so heart-broken over. But the question is, who is Christine? Who were those people? And why am I dreaming about them?