Another update! Anyway, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I do not own POTO but I do own Erik...little Erik...but hey, you take what you can get, right? wink wink
After a breakfast of bland oatmeal (it's all I can cook), Erik went back into his room to play so I decided to sit in the library and read. I looked through the vast collection of books that my father had acquired over the years and finally decided on Utopia (Author's Note: I'm reading Utopia!). I was about ten pages into the book when I heard my mother calling my name. I closed the book and set it down, then got up to find her.
"Happy birthday, ma fille. I can not believe that you are already seventeen. How quickly the years go by. It seems like just yesterday you were three years old, and now you are grown-up." I smiled and gave her a hug. "I remember telling you on your fourth birthday that you would be starting ballet lessons. You were so excited. I remember watching you at your first practice and looking at the determination in your face. And now look at you. Prima ballerina."
"Thank you, Mama. Speaking of ballet, do you know what time I have ballet practice today?"
She played with my hair and smiled. "Chéri, it's your birthday. You don't have to go to practice today. I'm sure that Madame Giry will excuse you."
I pouted. "I have to practice, though. We have a show coming up in less than a month. And you know what the other girls will say if I miss."
Mama smiled. "I know, mon chéri, I know. Go find Papa and ask him when he's going. But you had better be back here in enough time to get ready for your party. And remember that Gustave will be home today, and I know that you have been anticipating his arrival."I nodded.
"Yes, Mama, I know." I smiled and started up the stairs. "Is Papa still asleep?"
She laughed. "I woke him up when I got up, but you never know with him. Sometimes he's up before the sun, but other days it's a struggle to get him out of bed." I nodded then continued up the stairs.
Just as I was about to knock on Mama and Papa's bedroom door, it opened.
"Well, good morning, Madeline. And happy birthday, as well. Are you ready to go yet? Today's a big day, you know."
I nodded. "Yes, the new show is in less than a month. I need so much practice."
He looked at me. "Do you notremember? Auditions today? Dante is conducting them since he is going to be taking over as the orchestra conductor in a few weeks."
"Those are today? I completely forgot! What are the auditions for?"
"Dante wanted to start off with something well-known, so he decided on Hannibal. I tried to covince him otherwise because we have done Hannibal so much, but he was determined." I nodded.
"Is Mama auditioning?"
Papa sighed. "No. She said that she needs a break. Of course, I tried to convince her, but she wouldn't and I can't force her. But we are late. Go get your things together while I quickly wish your brother a happy birthday, okay?" I nodded then went in my room and gathered my things. Within ten minutes, we were on our way to Paris.
This chapter is SO pointless. But I'm doing another tonight which will hopefully be more...amusing.
