1Chapter Two
The Nosey Writer
It had been two weeks since the crash. The Opera was busy with repairs and rehersals. After all no one sleeps when theres work to be done. Mme. Gerard, the ballet director was on the stage showing a bunch of young ballerina the new steps for the upcoming Opera. She was a aging woman, about forty. Her daughter Mathilde was a very wonderful dancer whom she took great pride in.
Since the crash, their leading soprano had left with her fiancee. They had to find a new singer and fast which left the managers and conducter in poor spirits.
"Very good girls, keep practicing I shall return shortly." Mme. Gerard said heading to the back of the stage. A man came behind her, his face dirty and cut.
"Mme. Gerard, we've fixed the scenery and most of the props from Faust."
"Wonderful!"
There was a choral giggling from stage. Mme. Gerard sighed and headed towards the stage.
"Ah, the ballet director!" Said Gaston as she approached.
"No M. Before you even ask I shall tell you I will not answer any of your ridiculous questions! Please, leave!" Her voice elevated and irritated. She shooed him off stage but he didn't move.
"You know'll I'll never leave you be." He said.
"That is what I fear M."
"Why won't you tell me of the Phantom?"
Several gasps were heard amongst the cast and crew.
"Shh! Fine, come back tomorrow and I shall cooperate."
"Merci Mme!" He said smiling like a idiot and leaving.
Mme. Gerard looked up where the chandelier once was and sighed.
