"Jack, Will…" Nicole's voice came up out of the darkness. Luckily, Madame Giry had put them in a room all together, by themselves. A few unhappy groans were the reply to Nicole's call to her friends. "What if we can't find a way back to two thousand five?"
"Can't we talk about this in the morning?" Danielle's voice came from Nicole's right.
"I suppose we could… but—"
"But shut the hell up! Its probably—" Elsa was interrupted by the bell of the city's clock tower. One…two… three… and four. "Four o'clock in the morning! Geez!" And then a fluffy white pillow was tossed through the air and into Nicole's bed. Nicole slowly rose, from her bed, pillow in hand, trotting over to her friends bed and firmly whacking her over the head with it. Elsa sprung up from her laying down position to a sitting position, staring her assaulter in the face, saying in a soft, high-pitched and lengthy tone "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn yoooooooooooooou! You little prying Pandooooooooooooooora!"
Danielle pushed herself up out of the bed and walked over to Nicole, whacking her with he own pillow. Nicole was knocked over by the blow, face now in the covers. "Curse you! You little lying Delilah! Ouch," she yelled at her friend, but was barely at fifteen decibels when it was muffled out by Elsa's comforter and sheets.
Erik had been listening to the girls most of the night, listening to them sleep, making sure that no one was to harm them, particularly Elsa. He was in one of the many hidden corridors in the opera house, which led right beside the room they were staying in. The words that the girls had said, his cursing at Christine, had caused him to break into a fit of chuckles and laughs as he listened in on them. Silly eavesdropper.
Elsa sighed and pulled her friend back up from her bed. "Okay… considering we are all awake now. What do you mean 'if we can't get back'?"
Nicole turned her body to sit on the edge of her friend's bed, and Danielle followed in doing so. Nicole curled up her knees to her chest after pondering how to set the words around right, "I mean would we want to go back?"
"Well, yes, crazy!" Danielle popped Nicole in the back of the head with the palm of her hand, "We have friends and family there!"
"But it seems like we would have so much of a better life here. There are people that can understand us here," Nicole set a glance to Elsa, referring to Elsa's likeness to the phantom. "People aren't going to complicate things with technology because they don't have it yet. Besides, you know how big I am on theater and the arts. Do you honestly think I would be able to get a job back there doing what I love with all of the snobbed up people who choose their friends over talent? We have the opportunity to make lives for ourselves here, without all of our past marks; a fresh new start."
"What about our parents? They will be worried sick about us."
"Then let them be worried! We will not have to worry about them worrying. Wow… that was a mouth full. We won't have the stress of everyday life, the stress of college. Here you don't need a degree to be a designer, or have to have gone to school to be a professional singer or actress. It's the opportune moment."
"Damn you! That's my line!" Elsa chuckled to her friend. "Maybe you are right… what do we have back there that we couldn't do without? Doritos? Cheez-its? Tacos?"
"What about Lenny?" Danielle looked to Nicole, referring to her boyfriend.
Nicole sighed and thought upon this for a moment. Would she rather stay here with her true friends or go back to a life of daily stress and boredom to be with the guy she loved, or at least thought she loved? She didn't know the answer to that, so she only moved off of her friend's bed and back to her own, crawling under the covers again before she said, "Let's just rest on it and see what we think when we do find away back, eh?"
They all agreed and went to their own beds, saying good night to each other, pondering their thoughts and wondering if they really did want to go back. If they did, they would not be able to stay with each other, and there is the fact that Danielle would have to go back to California, and it may be a while before they would be able to spend time with each other again. Sure, they would miss their family, but maybe they would have a better life here in the Opera Populaire.
By the time the others would wake up the next morning, Nicole would be sitting at the window watching the sun rise, face stained with tears. She hadn't gone back to sleep, and probably only slept for a total of two hours that night. Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" was playing in her head as she thought. Thinking about what she had back there and what she had here was tearing her in pieces, not being sure which to choose. Was it even possible to decide on which way to go? She was not entirely sure where she belonged, though a vast majority of her leaned towards staying at the opera, but there was still a small part of her that wished to go home.
Aww... now isn't that just crushing? I'm crying! I'm just precious aren't I? Review please!