Holy crap on a stick! The reviews, they fill meh! ::grins:: I'm glad to see you all like Amile. She is pretty adorable, and hateful. But hey, when your dad has an obssession with a girl OTHER than you, I think you would be a tad P.O.'ed as well. Well, now since we're in the story thing, you know Amile is going to cause some absolute chaos! Yay chaos! And all the Audron lovers, you know pigeons don't live forever, but this is a Phantom of the Opera pigeon! Of course he's going to live! So, celebrate oh great lovers of Audron. And let us continue!
Chapter 13: The Soprano Angel
Much to Amile's unhappiness, Carlotta resumed singing. Making her escape from the screaming, Amile climbed back up to the rafters right above her father. She knew by the sounds of his heavy breathing that he was right below her. In not even a minute, her screeching ceased when Amile heard the sound of something falling. It seemed so familiar. Then she realized, it was the curtain dropping. It sounded much like when Amile had the scenery fall on the ballerinas, just not as heavy. Carlotta was yelling and cursing and the managers were begging for forgiveness from her. They had figured out the one thing about Carlotta: obey her or regret it.
She heard a soft laugh coming from Erik. He could be very wicked when he wanted to be. Then she heard paper hitting the ground below. She knew exactly what it was. For years, Erik always left notes for people to see. Usually it was orders, sometimes warnings. It was like his trademark. He was known as the Opera Ghost to everyone, and he would not let his name be ruined. Restraining herself from laughing, she heard Carlotta marching out of the building and the new managers ranting over Erik's requirements. Yes, it was 20,000 francs, reservations for Box Five, and a special welcome. It seemed almost sarcastic the way he put the welcome. Amile almost felt sympathy for the managers. The minute they come in, the leading soprano walks out and they learn that there is a ghost in the building. But, that was not her problem. By that time, she felt Erik leaving. Moving as fast as she could, she took a shortcut to the lair.
Erik walked into the lair, humming something. She shot him the 'let me guess, it's about Christine' look. Being blind never held her down. She knew what expressions were. He ignored her and waltzed over to the organ. "Christine is going to sing tonight. On stage!" He laughed happily, making Amile grin. Oh how he would feel when he found out about Christine's little crush. "That's great for her." she responded, hiding the sarcasm. A laugh came from him again. "I know. Isn't it? Finally, for the first time in years, my work displayed. I can't wait to see her."
"I can." she said under her breath. Luckily, he didn't hear her because he started playing the organ rather loudly.
As Amile planned, Erik found out about Raoul. But not about Christine and Raoul. The only way he had found out was because Raoul was inhabiting Box Five. Amile didn't like it either. Even though she did feel the urge to get the ultimate revenge on her father for drooling over Christine, it was still Erik's box. He stormed around the lair, cursing like a sailor. "That insolent little boy. He thinks just because he's paying for the opera that he can take over it! What else does he think he can do?" Amile deeply wanted to say, "Oh, just take the girl that you are obsessively in love with." but she didn't. Her lips just curved into a slight smile.
Erik managed to find a place underground that he could hear Christine singing. Amile could hear her just about anywhere, much to her annoyance. She followed her father and sat down by where he was standing. He looked up and smiled. "Do you hear that? She sounds like an angel." If it wasn't for the fact that her father was standing right next to her, Amile would have covered her ears. But then she heard Christine. She did sound like an angel. The notes went up and down smoothly. He closed his eyes.
"My soprano angel." he whispered.
After Christine finished, the audience erupted with applause. It was like an intense wave of pure thunder. Now Amile felt some more jealousy. Christine was ruining everything. Her voice acted like a trap on the minds of the audience, her teacher, everyone. Now Amile felt like sobbing and running. But she didn't. Her father would think she was jealous and yell at her then abandon her. She didn't want to lose him again. But judging by the way Erik was acting, she wasn't sure if the life they shared together would last.
