Author's Note: This is my first attempt at Phan Phiction. Please be nice! My story concerns Erik and another woman, La Sorelli. Gaston Leroux never really fleshed out this prima ballerina's character, and I really wish we knew more about her... hence the story! I will be mixing all of the Phantom mediums I know together... mostly Andrew Lloyd Webber, since I'm most familiar with him... but there will be some from the original novel and Susan Kay...This starts well before the happenings of the ALW musical, just to give you a timeline! ;)
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I Dance Alone
"Into your starting position, ladies! Everything must be perfect for Opening Night! The reputation of this Opera House is on your unworthy shoulders! If the ballet is bad, the whole opera is ruined!" Madame Giry yelled, her frustration with her dancers breaking through herstony facade.
I really wish Mme would stop yelling like that, Sorelli D'Aubigne thought. She could see the signs of stress on the younger ballerinas of the corps de ballet. Looking at little Meg Giry, only aboutten and notquite fit for the stage, she could sense a temper tantrum building behind those teary eyes. The newcomer, an orphan named Christine, was looking a little lost in the maze of pas de chats and pirouettes.I should sit with her and Meg at dinner tonight, she considered. She did just lose her father and-
WHACK! Sorelli cried out as, unseen to her, Madame Giry's cane came down to clout her on the back her legs, causing Sorelli to sink to her knees. "I suggest you pay attention, Mlle D'Aubigne. Your status here on scholarship does not leave you wiggle room to daydream!" Giry mocked, only so Sorelli could hear. "Opening night is in two weeks, and I have full authority to cut anyone I think is not ready to give a perfect performance." At the end of this statement, her voice rose to address the rest of the girls. "I believe it is time for us to stop for the night. I expect all of you to eat a good dinner and go back to your room afterwards. We'll be here all day tomorrow, if we must. We should have at least been in act three by now..." Mme Giry's thoughts wandered off as she left the stage, leaving the girls alone with their thoughts.