that's right! a new chapter! yay! i was reinspired after i bought the phantom dvd the other day.
R&R s'il vous plait
"No, no, no! To your left! Your left!"
The men holding the heavy plywood set piece let it fall.
"Monsieur," one of them said, "We've been moving this thing around the stage all morning! First you said you wanted it stage left, then center stage, now stage right?"
Maurice Andre sighed, and explained it to them again, "Visually, the best place for it is stage left-"
"Then why don't we keep it there?"
"But, it would interfere with the chorus girls' dance sequence. Then again, on stage right, it would block Figaro's entrance…"
Maurice continued to talk, but the men (who had realized that this was cutting into their lunch break) discreetly sidled offstage.
"I suppose it was fine where it was before, but moving it could prevent further accidents. I still can't believe that that ballerina could run straight into it! I need to tell Margaret to work on that with her…"
Maurice also wandered away, a victim to his absentmindedness.
"Alright, from the top now, girls!" Margaret, the ballet instructor said. "And one to three, one two three, one two th- Oh, Coralie! No, no, behind Suzette! See, you spin out two three, and step back two three."
Coralie nodded. "Ah, oui, Madame."
She was a girl of about sixteen, with mousy brown hair and green eyes. She was the newest ballerina at the Opera Populaire and she was still getting the hang of things, but not very well. She was clumsy at times, and to make things worse, even though her parents were French, she was American. According to the other ballerinas, she was ignorant and bigheaded, whichwas quite the opposite of her true personality.
Margaret clapped loudly a few times. "Again, s'il vous plait! And one two three, one two three…"
"Madame Giry?"
Margaret turned to Maurice.
"Oui, Monsieur Andre?"
"I've tried several different locations for the tree on the set, but it won't work anywhere but where it is. Could you just remind Mademoiselle Coralie to watch out for it during that dance?"
Margaret sighed. "Oui, Monsieur. That Coralie is quite a handful for such a quiet girl."
"She has great potential-"
"Oh, oui! She has great potential, but she always seems to be somewhere else. If she doesn't concentrate more on dancing, she will never be able to tap that potential."
"Just give her some time," Maurice said, "She'll be wonderful once she gets settled."
As if on cue, Coralie danced straight into a wall and fell hard on her backside. She promptly stood up, brushed herself off and walked towards the dorms.
"I'm going to the restroom," she mumbled as she passed Margaret and Maurice.
Once she rounded the corner to the bathroom, Coralie broke into a run. She locked the bathroom door behind her and pulled herself up onto the counter.
"Why do I have to be so clumsy? Everyone hates me because of it." she asked herself. A few tears fell on her leotard.
"Don't cry," a voice said. Coralie gasped and looked around, rubbing her eyes.
"Wh-Where are you?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
"Don't cry," the voice repeated.
"Please show yourself," she said shakily. The voice was beginning to scare her. She moved slowly towards the door, her hand on the knob, ready to run if she had to.
"I won't hurt you," The voice said. It sounded nearer. "You don't have to worry."
She gasped as a glove-clad hand firmly removed her own from the doorknob.
It can't be! Coralie thought, The Phantom is a myth!
But seeing that pale, masked face, she knew she wasn't looking at a myth. She wrenched her hand out of his grip and fumbled with the lock for only a moment before flinging the door open and racing down the hall.
"Madame Giry!" she shrieked, "Madame Giry!"
"Coralie!" Margaret said, alarmed, "What is it?"
"Madame!" Coralie panted, "The Phantom! In the bathroom! He tried to take me!"
The rest of the ballerinas laughed at her.
"Did he catch you with your pants down?" the one named Suzette sneered.
"Girls!" Margaret snapped, "That is quite enough!" She turned to Coralie. "Are you sure of what you saw? Perhaps you imagined it."
Coralie shook her head vigorously. "It was him! I swear!"
"Maybe you should go lie down, Coralie."
"But the rehearsal-"
"There will be another rehearsal later tonight. You can attend that one. Right now, all you need is rest."
"Merci, Madame."
Coralie reluctantly went to her room, all the while having a strange feeling that she was being watched…
ooh creepy christoph! following poor, clumsy coralie around everywhere, tsk tsk tsk!
