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Chapter 5- Think of Me
Rene entered her room silently and sat at her vanity table. She let her hair out of the tight bun in which it lay on top of her head. She began to hum quietly to herself, the tune that she had sung the night before with the angel.
So Meg had heard her sing with the angel last night. That meant that he hadn't been a dream. Rene could only think one thing, "If he wasn't a dream, then he must be a joker. He must be some sort of initiation ceremony that all of the new dancers must put up with." She put the brush down and stared at her reflection, almost expecting to see the Phantom appear, almost wishing for him to emerge. Rene felt a silent longing for his voice again.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Is anyone in there?" said a voice from outside. Rene quickly pulled her hair back again. She walked to the door and opened it slowly. Standing before her was a young man who looked to be about 25 years old. He wore black slacks an old shirt and a black hat. Rene smiled warmly at him. He smiled back and removed his hat reviling a mess of short dark brown locks. "Good evening, mademoiselle." he said. He held out a hand. "My name is Christian, and I work in the stables, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here because…" He looked thoughtful for a moment. Them he looked as if he had a revelation. "Madame Giry wishes to see you on the stage."
Rene thanked him. She walked out of her room and headed toward the theater, when Christian called out to her. "Mademoiselle, " he said. Rene turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name…"
Rene smiled bashfully. "My name is Rene Delacour." she answered.
"Rene." He repeated. "That is a beautiful name." he replaced his hat to his head and tipped it toward her. "Good night."
Rene stood stunned for a moment. After a while she squeaked, "Good night." He smiled affectionately at her and turned to leave.
Rene let out a sigh of astonishment and turned back toward the theater hall. She walked the whole way there as if she were floating several feet off of the ground. Her intoxication kept her spirit soaring.
She entered the dark hall and headed straight for the stage, not even glancing around or up to see the swishing cape in box number five. As she climbed the stairs to the stage she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly. There was no one. "Madame Giry?" she called out. There was no answer, so she proceeded to the stage.
Rene looked around the seats in front of her. Her voice tingled in her throat, longing to escape. She fought it. Madame Giry would be here any moment. She would feel silly singing in front of anyone. "Then again," she thought. "Madame Giry might not even be coming." Rene's voice cried out with in her. It begged to be released. She let it venture out a bit with a song she had heard once, about 6 years ago, in this very theater, the song that had inspired her voice for the first time. As her voice began timidly, a slight twinkling piano seemed to join it, and Rene's voice grew and bounced off every wall.
"Think of me, think of me fondly,
When we've said good bye.
Remember me, once in a while,
Please promise me, you'll try.
When you find that once again you long,
To take your heart back and be free,
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."
Rene could hear a full orchestra join her now, but she not only did not take note of it, she did not care where it came from. Her voice had longed to hear itself reverberating off of the walls of this very theater since she had seen the Opera "Hannibal" here not so long before.
"We never said our love was ever green, or as unchanging as the sea,
But if you can still remember, stop and think of me…
Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have been…
Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying to hard
To put you from my mind
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do,
There will never be a day when, I won't think of you!"
Rene stopped, and the orchestra faded. She collapsed on to the floor, as if by some strange motivation she had used all of her energy in that one song, A disembodied voice from above her head sang softly, "Bravi, bravi, bravissimi!"
Rene's head flung upward, looking for the source, but knowing who it must be. She said quietly, "Who is it!"
"That was beautiful, Mademoiselle Delacour!" Said Madame Giry revealing herself from behind a side curtain.
"Madame!" she exclaimed. She stood and brushed her dress off. "I… I… was just… I thought…" she stuttered. "I didn't know anyone was listening." she finished, and hung her head, not in shame this time, but in fatigue.
"Well, I am glad that I heard." Madame Giry said. Rene lifted her chin to stare incredulously at the ballet instructor. "That was quite good." Rene blushed feverishly, and dropped her head to her chest once more. "The Opera Populaire will soon be presenting Romeo and Juliet- Synopsis, and our lead Mademoiselle Camille, has taken ill." Rene lifted her head at the sound of the Opera's name. She nodded at hearing of the diva's a iling state. Madame Giry continued, "Mousier Firmin and Mousier Andre have heard you sing, yes?" Rene nodded. "Then I think I will tell them that you are interested in the p art of Juliet."
Rene's mouth fell open. Shocked she could not reply. Madame Giry took a few steps closer to her and gave her a look of examination. "Do you have a problem with that?" she asked, not in a commanding tone, but with genuine concern. Rene shook her head. "Good." Madame Giry said she turned to leave and under her breath she muttered, "It is well, he will be pleased."
As she began to disappear behind the side curtains Rene found her voice again, remembering why she had come here in the first place. "Madame!" she called out. Madame Giry turned. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Madame Giry shook her head. "That is unimportant as of now." she said, and she vanished into the darkness.
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