Haha. I wanted to post this chapter badly. At the end, I added an exerpt from the next chapter to come. And Sam you'll hate me for this but, Good job on stabbing those high notes. Hehe. Oh well. It's a choir thing. An SMS choir thing. The more you guys review, the more I post. Tonight I may post my next chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Rendezvous of Notes Part:2
"That wasn't that soft." Erik said, brushing himself off. He strolled over to the two men. The men looked up with fear. Erik had forgotten, how intimidating his 6'4" height was, compared to their average 5'6" and 5'9". "Don't be afraid. I left my Punjab Lasso with Christine. She forced me to."
"That makes us a lot safer." Firmin muttered sarcastically, under his breath. "Right this way." He pointed to their office to the right of them. Erik went a head of them two. They had insisted that he did. Only because they didn't want him to make a surprise attack on them.
"Now, about this opera?" André asked Erik from behind his desk. Looking halfway interested.
"Yes, here it is." He replied taking a thick book full of parchment. "I would tell you what it is about, but I often find it had to put into words. I mean, it would take me forever to explain it. It is just that captivating." As Erik had said that, André had already looked at some of the pages. Immediately impressed. It not only included the musical score, but also all of the script. "So you can read it for yourselves." Erik said like if he had just read André's mind. Firmin then grabbed it from his hands to look at it for himself. He skimmed through a few pages.
"André, I think we have our new opening opera in our hands right now." Firmin announced rather excited to see how it would go through. André nodded his head in agreement. Realizing that this is your opera, I think that it would be best if you were at the auditions." Erik also nodded in agreement. "Will the auditions be in about two weeks time? Monsieur…"
"Erik." He filled in the moment of silence. "And yes, two weeks time would be ideal. I will have enough time to prepare. If they ask who will be at the auditions, then just tell them that a Monsieur Jacques Beaumount will be there. I've always liked the name, Jacques." He chuckled slightly. "I shall be keeping in touch. If you need to contact me, then leave it in Box 5. You know what I mean. Christine has also agreed on applying stage cosmetics for me to hide the right side of my face." Then he stepped back into the shadows and said, "Merci de me donner votre temps. Jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissions encore. (Thank you for giving me your time. Until we meet again.)" He then pulled a lever that opened yet another trap door.
One Week Later
"Damn it!" Erik yelled throwing his hands down on the organs keys, striking a haunting melody. "I can't do it!" Just then, Christine walked in, holding Ayesha. She walked up to the organ bench and sat down next to Erik, scooting him over.
"What's wrong Erik. I haven't seen you this stressed out before." Christine asked him lovingly.
"It's the new opera. The auditions are in one week, I still have to perfect the finale, I don't know how many dancers we even have, nor the chorus, no idea for any possible cast, besides you." Erik said going on and on frustrated at himself. He sunk his head into his hands. How could he get himself into this mess? Why didn't he just Punjab them along time ago? He had wanted to, then the opera house would belong to him. But something inside him told him that Christine really would be mad at him for doing that. The idea of canceling the auditions had then struck his mind. "No!" he thought, "I will continue with the auditions and the opera." Then, another idea hit him. "Does your little friend, Meg Giry, sing?" He asked suddenly with strange enthusiasm.
"Well, she sings well. Mezzo-Soprano(Soprano II)to be exact. But, I think she's a little shy when it comes to singing in front of people." Christine answered, "She sent me a note, saying that her and her mother would be arriving tomorrow."
"Well, if by any chance you see her, bring her and her mother, Antoinette, along down with you. I have some things to discuss but tell Meg that she must tell no one." He said looking up into Christine's eyes.
"Fine. As long as it isn't a trap. We don't need another murder on top of your list of three already.
Christine stated seriously.
"List of four, actually." Erik admitted nervously, rubbing his right shoulder. Her expression changed slightly. "Besides Buquet, Piangi, and Bryan Buquet, I also killed a gypsy who held the keys to my cage. He looked into her eyes hoping that they would give off what mood she was in from just hearing that he had killed yet another person. None. He couldn't find any. Only of slight confusion. "How could I be this stupid?" He thought, "She doesn't know about the fairgrounds."
"Erik," she asked nervously, hoping he wouldn't get into one of his rages again, "How did you get under the opera house? I don't mind if you don't want to…" Christine was cut off.
"No, you need to know. You are at all, my wife." He said understandingly. He told her the whole story of the show of 'The Devil's Child' and Madame Giry saving him. She put her arm around his shoulder in comfort.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know or realize it was that bad." She said soothingly, flooding him with pity.
"I never usually liked all the pity Antoinette would give me. Right now feels good and yet awkward. Maybe, this pity isn't what I thought it was." He said just before he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.
The Next Day
"Yes! I finally got it!" Erik exclaimed from sitting at his organ deep in thought. He started to scribble on a piece of parchment. Christine ran to the music room from their bedroom. She was awakened by his voice, still, only dressed in her lacy nightgown.
"What's wrong!" she asked him as if the world was going to end that very minute.
"I'm sorry I woke you. I just realized that instead of a F sharp, I really need a F flat." He exclaimed this time a little quieter. "Today, if you are going to visit Meg and her mother, I might go along to talk to the managers. And also, this is a little off subject but, yes, you do have a part. And I have also thought of giving Meg a part too."
"Oh. So that's why you asked." She said rather suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I am meeting her at 10:00. Erik, what time is it?"
"It is 9:03." Erik replied looking at his huge grandfather clock. "Come, we must get dressed, if we want to look presentable to the out side world." He stood gesturing for them to walk to their bedroom. In about 30 minutes, they were looking presentable and had also eaten breakfast, which Christine prepared. When heading up, they used the path that they had used the first time. As they stepped into Christine's old dressing room, they quickly hid in the shadows. Luckily, on the west wall of the room, was a trap door leading to the lobby. So, they took that one. There in the middle of the lobby standing were the four of them; Monsieur André and Firmin, and Meg and her mother, Antoinette. As they made their way out of the shadows, Erik coughed to give away their presence.
"Christine!" Meg yelled happy to see her old best friend again.
"Meg!" Christine yelled in reply. They both ran to each other and caught up on each other's lives. With the two women occupied, Erik made his pursuit onto the managers. There, he told them that for sure, in a week, there would be auditions. He also told them of the slight change in the music composition. After Erik nodded and walked away from the two gentlemen, he approached all three females, and sent a reminding cough to Christine.
"Oh. Erik would like to talk to the both of you, in the lair. I don't know what he wants to talk about though. Don't worry. A few days ago, I forced Erik to surrender his Punjab Lasso, just in case he got angry all of a sudden. I also made sure he didn't make another over the time period." Christine informed them, pulling his Punjab Lasso from her cloak. At the sight of this, Meg looked shocked and shot a glance over to Erik, who just stared at his feet in embarrassment.
"Let us be going." Erik stated trying to change the subject and pushed them towards the dressing room. When they got to the mirror, Meg was the last one in, besides Erik, who was waiting quite impatiently for her to move. When she finally did, Erik sealed the mirror behind him. He grabbed a torch from the wall and continued to lead the group deeper under the opera house. There, they reached the lake. The boat was big enough to hold three people, so he brought Madame Giry over first by herself, so that Meg and Christine wouldn't be lonely. When Erik came back and Christine was already in, Meg was still hesitant. "I won't hurt you. If you don't get in soon, then I shall just take Christine across, and make you swim." He said rather evilly with a smirk. Hoping to see the next day, Meg finally gave in, realizing there was no way out. When Erik started to push the boat away, Meg scooted closer to Christine. The boat then, hit the opposite shore. "See. You weren't going to get killed." He said rather sarcastically. Meg's face turned white with fear. "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't even think about killing you. Anyway, you mother would kill me if I ever killed you." Erik reassured her, putting his hand on her shoulder, not really making her feel safer. As he went to dock the boat, the women found their way to the sitting room. As Meg, Antoinette, and Christine sat down, Meg said to Christine, who was sitting next to her on the couch,
"I don't like his humor. It frightens me!" Christine started to giggle uncontrollably. In disgust, Meg elbowed her in her side.
Haha. No real ending. Well below this, are a few lines from my next chapter, Chapter 7: Underground Escapade. Well, in chapter 8 we learn something new. Muhaha.
Here we go.
"Take care Erik." Madame Giry said to Erik before she left through the mirror.
"That Meg, she gets so frightened of me. Doesn't she?" He asked Christine rather amused as they walked back.
"From what she told me, she doesn't really care for your humor." Christine said lightly, before she suddenlyfainted into Erik's arms.
That's all I'll give.
