A/N: Yes, just like I promised here's the next chapter. I know this one, like all of my stories, will suck for like the first 3 chapters but they do get better. I promise. This chapter is just to get an idea of the sisters. Oh and if your bad at math then now Maddie is 23 and Emily is 10.
10 Years Later
"Maddie? Maddie!" Emily called, running into her sister's room.
"What is it Emily? I'm trying rest." Maddie asked, warily. Madeleine had greatly prospered since she began had begun to sing only a month after arriving at the Opera House. Madeleine was now Prima Donna and well worthy of the spot.
"I cut my palm and it won't stop bleeding." Maddie rolled her eyes; Emily was always getting bruises and scratches. Emily had turned out very Tomboyish. She practiced ballet with the other girls but still enjoyed running around with the chorus boys and tagging along with the younger of the stagehands.
"Come here, let me see it." Maddie demanded, gesturing for Emily to sit on the bed. "What was it that you hurt yourself doing this time?"
"I was just running back to my dorm and I tripped." Emily replied, holding her hand out to her sister. Sure enough there was a scrape all down the inside of the girl's hand.
"Emily, you need to be more careful! Your going to seriously hurt yourself someday." Maddie scolded, "And where are you tights?" Emily averted her eyes and kept her lips tightly together.
"Did you rip them again? Emily! Those were your 3rd pair this month!" Maddie sighed. "I'm going to have to put alcohol on your hand and it's going to sting ok?" Emily nodded as her older sister went to retrieve a small bottle from the box she kept under her bed. The sister's called the box the Emily Box because most of the time it was Emily who needed the medicine. Madeleine dabbed the scrape with a clean cloth then poured a small bit of alcohol onto the clean half of the cloth.
"Deep breath in and… one… two… three…" Maddie pressed the cloth to the scrape and then began to wrap it up in a small bandage.
"Good girl, Em." Maddie said. "Now off with you I need to rest for the show tonight." The young child skipped towards the door but stopped with her hand on the knob.
"Are you angry with me about my tights?" She asked in a small voice.
"I'm upset but you know I love you, Lee-Lee." Emily smiled, Lee-Lee was the nickname Maddie had given her when she was very young.
"I love you too." And with that she scurried out the door.