Fools with Starry Eyes
Chapter VII- Fanning the Fire
Miss Mariette Jammes,
I am bewitched by your skills. I would be greatly honored if you would grant me an interview, and possibly consent to become my new protégée. I, of course, am astounded by your beauty and grace and can only sign this letter with the hope of yes,
OG
Yes, Erik knew it was all lies. He could only write a few lines, because he could not stand what he was writing. He felt nothing but animosity towards Little Jammes, it was well known, and would call her dancing anything but bewitching! Erik sealed the envelope with his skull shaped sealing wax stamp and went to deliver the letter.
He had written it because he knew Little Jammes would hoard it over Marguerite. She would leave the Opera, marry her Emperor and have ten children and walk around the park on Sundays, just like what Erik always wanted. And Erik would laugh. Oh, how he would laugh.
Little Mariette Jammes was a smart woman, or so she prized herself to be. So when a note from the Opera Ghost suddenly appeared on her dressing room vanity, she had a feeling that this might be trouble for her, or perhaps Meg Giry, if she could twist it in the right direction.
Jammes smiled to herself. Well, the letter certainly wasn't what she was expecting. Instead of a death threat, she got a love letter? From the Opera Ghost? Just who did he think she was? Well… this would be a good chance to lord over the letter infront of Meg and Christine Daae (what was the stupid girl still doing in the Opera Populaire anyway? Didn't she run away with that stupid Viscount to get away from the Ghost in the first place?) Meg had looked worried sick over something, and Christine had looked dazed, as always.
So Mariette left her dressing room to go visit Meg and Christine. She came upon Meg and Christine by the Barre behind stage. Meg was stretching. "Look," she said, showing her letter to Meg. "The Opera Ghost sends his love to me! He means to make me his BRIDE!" She laughed. "Meg, it looks like the Ghost has transferred his affections from you to me! I guess you must get another Dance tutor so you can keep your lead dancing role!"
Meg looked meekly up at Christine. She was in tears. "Oh, Meg, please don't say you are taking lessons from the Angel- I mean… the Phantom?" She looked so pathetic. Both girls were in tears. "Meg, he's so dangerous. Promise me you will stop taking lessons from him! Promise me!"
Meg, full of a heavy heart for a reason she didn't understand, nodded. "I promise."
Andre, Firmin and the Emperor were shopping that day. They were looking for a ring that would be for their lead dancer. The Emperor had been planning his proposal since they had last spoken. He had decided that the Opening Night of Faust, which was the next day, would be the announcement of their betrothal. He was quite certain that he was in love with Meg, and was determined, more than ever, to have her as his wife.
Andre and Firmin declared their experiment in psychology to be a huge success.
Authors Note- Okay, sorry for such a short chapter. Fortunately, it's a four day weekend for me, so expect another chapter up sometime tomorrow (a nice looong one).
Oh, did I mention that the next chapter is the climax of the story (IMO)? So, since its climax time, here's a little pre-action preview, so you know what to expect.
Meg:
You know, I really don't think I can hang on to my promise with Christine, because I am oddly drawn to Erik. And he looks great with his shirt off.
Emperor-proposing-
I love you; be mine forever!
Meg:
WTF? I just met you a few days ago!
Madame Giry:
Your slippers will be tied! Your hair will be up! You will dance like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever!
Erik-
I really regret sending that note to Jammes now!
Meg:
Will you take off your mask?
L. Jammes:
Kick her out of the Opera house!
Okay, so that's it for the previews. I love you guys,andplease don't forget to review!
