Ridel- I know you would never flame my story! Actually, this story is just now getting started because I just now got a plot, and I can't tell you, that would ruin it all!
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Well, here's another chapter everyone! Have fun!
Their breakfast, or shall I say lunch considering that it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon by the time they got to the precious little bistro, was fun and interesting. There were no food fights this time and they had a civil and slightly mature conversation for once. Yeah, sure there were some rather lovely perverted inside jokes that always seemed to occur when eating, but by now, with four years of friendship down pat, they were all used to it.
When they finally returned to the opera house, Danielle was yet again dragged out to rehearse for yet another performance that was due in less than a month. Raoul arrived not long after, so Elsa and Nicole retired back towards the stables to fence with him, as they always seemed to do.
Auditions for a new leading male had been sorted through and determined. The new protagonist would be a young man named Fayt Moreaux. It was a typical rags to riches story. He grew up with his mother, never knowing a thing about his father. When he was five years old, he came home to his mother lying dead in the floor and taken advantage of by large, burly men, who put a large cut across the left side of his chest when he came through the door.
Luckily, an older man named Ronald came to see what was wrong from the screams and cries that he had heard. The men were gone and all he found was Fayt, lying in the floor and nearly bled to death. Ever since then, Ronald took the boy in and taught him everything he knew, which was mostly stage work. They had helped with the set of Don Juan in the Opera Populaire.
It was not too long afterwards that Fayt discovered his singing talent when he was at a small party in the slums. An entertainment hour of sorts. Ronald and his wife saved up as much money as they could to buy him a nice looking outfit for Fayt to go and audition for in the opera house, bless their souls.
He had sung his heart out that previous week and now here he was, a part of the Opera Populaire. For him, this was amazing. He had never been inside the place, so his honey brown eyes were wide and observant of the beautiful décor and general structure. A gloved hand lifted to wipe some of the semi-short brown hair from his face so that he could better see the splendor of this place.
For a moment, his eyes caught hold of some thing else. Danielle had come off the stage to wipe the sweat from her brow with the damp rag that was always at the small water basin off stage to help with hygiene and the actors who would pass out due to the summer heat and gas lights of the theater.
His heart must have skipped a few beats, for now he was holding his chest, gazing upon this beauty in all her radiance. He couldn't draw himself away from the curly brown locks, the fair skin, the blue eyes. Oh! She was so gorgeous! His jaw had dropped just slightly, and Ronald, who had been standing beside him the whole time, pushed the boys chin back up, "Don't get yourself into anything you can't do, Fayt."
He glared at his father-figure for a moment before speaking, "Why not? I got here, didn't I? Would it be so horrible for me to go after the woman I'm going to be kissing in the next show anyway?"
"I don't want you to get hurt. She's young, she's beautiful, she's probably engaged—"
"Point taken, Ronald… Perhaps she isn't though?" He watched her walk back on stage. "Or perhaps I'm just too optimistic and bound to get myself disappointed…"
"Oh, don't think about it that way, boy. Come now, let's go put your things away."
They made their way into the long hallway down to Fayt's room, but it would not be long until Fayt was back behind stage again, waiting for the lovely beauty to finish with her arias. Once she was back, he instantly took the opportunity to run up to her.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle. My name is Fayt Moreaux, and I'm the new male protagonist at the Populaire," he introduced himself with a broad and beaming smile, offering his hand to her.
"Danielle Dodson. It's a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Moreaux," she replied, taking his hand as it was offered and instantly blushed as he kissed the back of her hand. He was such a gentleman, even though he had certainly never grown up in the aristocratic lifestyle. Handsome, kind, caring, suave... maybe he was everything our dear Danny ever wanted? But she had just met him; no quick decisions just yet!
It had been an hour or two since Raoul, Nicole, and Elsa had been outside, and also it was beginning to storm outside, so, like the smart people they were, they came inside. It would not be good to be standing outside in the thunder, rain, and lightning, holding a very long, pointy, shiny, metal thing. And that long, pointy, shiny, metal thing would be a rapier.
Upon seeing their friend being flirted up by a devilishly handsome young man who just happened to be the new leading man, they immediately raced to hide behind one of the many curtains, laughing, giggling, and cursing at each other for stepping on one another's toes. They were all peaking through a break in the curtain, Elsa's head on the bottom, Nicole's head next, and Raoul's on top. Aren't they just so precious?
"So," Fayt blushed as his voice cracked. Even though he was 18 and past puberty, his voice still cracked when he was nervous, and speaking to an astounding young lady would certainly make him nervous. He cleared his throat and moved on. "Would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?"
Ronald, having been eaves dropping on this entire conversation sighed, grumbled something under his breath, and smacked his forehead while he moved away from the scene.
"I would love to. Thank you. What time should I be ready and where will we meet?" Danielle replied to him, a bright flush to her cheeks and now grinning with delight.
"Six o'clock at the front steps of the opera house?"
"I assure you I will be there. But for now—"
She was interrupted by the trio hiding in the curtains falling on top of each other and into plain sight. The cause of the fumble was Raoul. He had decided to do one of those absolutely sickening couple things and began tickling Nicole. For payback, she stomped his toe, which made him yelp. The yelp forced Elsa into a hilarious laugh, which she was now continuing to do as she lay on the floor. Nicole had tripped over Elsa, and from seeing his lover fall face first on the floor, he went to help her up, but due to laughing so hard, when he crouched to pick her up, he fell over himself.
Now they were just a large squirming and laughing mass in the middle of the floor.
"Oh! Me leg! Me leg!" Elsa yelled through laughs. "Nicole! Get off my leg!"
"I can't! Not until Raoul gets his elbow out of my ass!"
"And I can't move an inch until you get off of Elsa so that she can move her foot away from my… my personals!" Raoul had a very horror stricken and nervous look on his face, though he was still letting out laughs here and there.
"DANNY! HELP!" Both Elsa and Nicole screamed in unison. Danielle was now on the floor as well in a fit of laughter crawling over to her friends. She had never had to take apart a puzzle of people.
Fayt had plopped back into a chair that was strictly used for a prop and not meant to be sat in, so the moment he put his weight in it, it broke bringing him to the floor with the others, only to hold his sides from laughing so hard.
The sight of this made everyone burst out into a harder fit of laughter. "No! No more funny stuff! I must void my bladder and if I laugh anymore, I'm afraid my trousers, as well as Elsa's leg is going to be wet!" Nicole practically belted it out, which only made it worse. "No! Stop! I've got to pee! DAMN YOU ALL!"
Okay… my new favorite chapter! Huzzah! Some predicament, huh? Raoul's got a crotch problem with Elsa's foot, I've got to pee and that automatically makes a problem for Elsa considering I'm sitting on her leg, and everyone else is just DYING of laughter! How fun is that! Woot! New character! Thanks to my RP buddy for that one! I heart you!