Disclaimer: I own Erik, and Christine, and Meg, and the managers, and Philippe, and Carlotta, and Sorelli, and Madame Giry, but I don't own Raoul. I don't want him. You can have him.
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Chapter 11 – Déjà vu
"Raoul!" Meg waved me over from where I had been standing, watching the rehearsal.
When I got closer, she lowered her voice, "Have you found Christine yet?"
She believed I was here looking for Christine every morning, but I didn't bother to correct her. I shook my head. It would certainly be uncomfortable when people found out that the once-esteemed Raoul de Chagny, who was going to elope with an opera singer (who left him, none-the-less), now loved a 'ballet rat'.
So, for the meantime, I didn't want Meg to know that I was at rehearsal every morning just to see her.
Suddenly deciding something, which I had struggled over for a few days, I bowed to Meg. She looked startled as I did this.
"Mademoiselle Giry…would you care to accompany me, as a friend, to lunch?"
She smiled warmly, and I could have sworn I saw a little color creep into her face, but it was gone.
"Of course, Raoul. I just need to change."
It felt like such Déjà vu as I gave her my arm to lead her to her dressing room…which was conveniently located near Christine's, making her impressed with my knowledge of the Opera.
She quickly ducked inside to change, leaving me leaning against the wall outside.
I was studying a nearby statue when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. Two shadows, rather, which seemed to step out of the wall, and disappear into Christine's dressing room.
I made to follow, not sure how I would confront them, but Meg came out, tucking her costume into her bag.
"I just have to give Mama my bag, and I'll be ready." She announced.
As I took her small arm, I wondered if those shadows were who I thought they were.
My domain:
Well? What do you think?
