Sorry for such a long time. I have the next chapter written out. So hopefully it will go up fast. I really don't know how I want this story to end, but it will end at about chapter 30-50. But I don't really know yet. Well, I hope you like this chapter. More will happen between two peoples. Well, thanks to Marissa, I got to write this out. This chapter was mostly her idea. So, I have to give her credit. A lot of this chapter is lyrics. I hope you don't mind. They belong to Wynonna Judd and Garth Brooks.
Chapter 15: Someone New
"Erik, since this is a 'Singers Only' rehearsal, everyone except Marissa will be going. I hope you enjoy yourself." Christine said, leading everyone whom was going, to a back trap door. They quickly disappeared, leaving Marissa and Erik alone, together, and bored.
"Well, Monsieur Erik," Marissa said, breaking the awkward silence, "You can call me Marissa and drop the 'Mademoiselle' part."
"And you can just call me Erik." He said, his mind wandering to the song he had started the day earlier.
"Um…Erik, could I go to your library to read?" Marissa asked need to do something…anything.
"Sure, let me lead you to it." Erik said, walking to the library, where he picked up his journal and put it in his coat pocket. She watched him do it. "Just a piece of history which concerns me." He started to walk out, "There are books of almost every genre. If you fin some romance novels…I'll tell you the story later." She was now alone. Marissa picked a few books, and sat down. She started to read the first one.
This rehearsal was different. Instead of going through the whole thing, the singers were allowed to practice on their own. Well, actually, they picked a partner to sing with. Christine and Lauren ware working on parts they had together. Meg was left alone to find someone. She scanned the room, looking for anyone. Then, her eyes caught him. A tall young man, with caramel eyes. She must have been staring because his gaze caught hers while he was singing.
Meg quickly turned to walk away before he could see her blushing face. It was too late. His song finished and he had jumped off the stage to catch up with her.
"Hey, wait!" he yelled. His sweet voice caressed her and stopped her dead in her tracks. "Hi, my name's Javier." He said sweetly.
"I'm Meg." She replied softly. They stood there, staring into each other's eyes. Both at the same time whispered, "God, you're beautiful/handsome." Meg suddenly realized they were only a few inches a part from each other. A million things buzzed in Javier's head, until he finally asked;
"Do you have a suitor?" She didn't think that long.
"No, I don't actually." She answered and saw wave of relief on his face.
"Um…because you have no suitor, um…tomorrow would you, um…like to go to Chemins Verts (Green Paths in French) with me? It's ok if you don't want to. We literally just met." He said, not sure if she wanted to or not.
"That would be great!" Meg said, not able to contain her happiness. Without thinking, she hugged him tightly. He hugged back.
"Tomorrow," He whispered in her ear, "Meet outside the lobby at 8:00." His lips brushed her ear slightly, and she shivered with delight.
"Javier, could I work with you on 'Finale'? We are still at rehearsals." She asked him breaking the hug,
"Of course. Let's go." He grabbed her hand in his, and started to walk onto the stage. While they were talking, the company had decided to work on this song together, so they made it one time.
The orchestra started to play. It started with only Erika, played by Christine, singing.
All the colors of the rainbow.
All the voice of the wind.
Then, Pierre, played by Javier, joined in.
Every dream that reaches out,
That reaches out to find where love begins.
Then, Jeanette, played by Meg, and Eponine, played by Lauren, also joined.
Every word of every story.
Every star in every sky.
Slowly more characters join them on stage. Meg and Javier were standing next to each other.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love.
I'll be a witness in the silences,
When words are not enough.
With every breath I take, I will give thanks to God above.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love.
From the mountains to the valley.
From the rivers to the sea.
Every hand that reaches out,
Every hand that reaches out to offer peace.
Every simple act of mercy.
Every step to kingdom come.
All the hope in every heart,
Will speak what lover has done.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love.
I'll be a witness in the silences,
When words are not enough.
With every breath I take,
I will give thanks to God above.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love…
Testify…to…love!
They got a quick break off, and Meg joined Lauren and Christine.
"How's Javier?" Christine asked sarcastically.
"How did you know?" Meg asked astonished. How did she?
"Um… hello. You two were staring at each other for… oh, let me say…5 minutes." Christine said playfully, which made Meg blush.
"Well, tomorrow we're going to Chemins Verts in the morning." She said right as they had to go back to rehearse.
Marissa grew bored reading. She closed the book. As she stood, she could hear the organ play faintly in the background. As she walked closer to the music room, she noticed that the song was sad, not dark. So unusual for Erik's composing. She also noticed that it wasn't just the organ, but he was singing along.
The only thing for certain, is he's gone,
She's got to move on.
Then a door will slam like thunder,
And the tears, they fall like rain.
And the warnings from her family,
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive,
But can she survive, the storm?
Erik heard her open the door, and stopped singing.
"Erik, please sing more. It is beautiful." Marissa pleaded with him.
"I would normally, but I don't have the next lyrics written down. The worst possible time to get a writer's block." He chuckled to himself. "Unless…you could come up with some lyrics. You're the bookworm after all."
"Ok, fine then." She said, deep in thought, "How about this?" She sang what she had thought of.
Somedays days just roll on by,
Without a gray cloud in the sky.
Erik's eyes almost popped out of his skull. Even though she was the Prima Ballerina, she had a rich Alto voice. She could hit the Tenor notes perfectly.
She keeps telling herself,
'I will make it on my own.'
And her friends,
They've all gone back to their lives.
Thinking she will be all right,
As she races through the night,
To make it home…
"Brava. And you don't sing because…?" Erik asked her aloud.
"I always wanted to dance. Are those lyrics ok? I basically came up with them right now." Marissa said, still astonished that Erik had indirectly complimented her voice.
"They fit perfectly." Erik said, already writing the notes and lyrics out. "Could you sing it again? For the correct pitches. By the way, you are a great Alto, you have a low range, to about a C2, or the third octave C; Tenor Range."
"Tenor is…?" Marissa asked, confused with all his music and vocal lingo, she didn't know much of.
"The highest male part. I am a Tenor." He said, before he sang three notes; his lowest note, his middle note, and then his highest note. No wonder Christine could get lost in his voice, she too, was getting side tacked with his singing. She sang the verse again, going a little slower. They spent the rest of the time going over the song, singing it, and fixing whatever bugs, the music might have had.
When they got off the boat, they could hear Erik playing the organ. They walked closer to the music room, where they could finally hear a low voice singing, but it wasn't Erik's voice. Christine opened the door to see Erik playing the organ while Marissa was singing. Expectedly, Erik quit playing, but Marissa kept singing.
"How many people are you going to hypnotize, stalk, and manipulate to sing?" Christine asked playfully.
"Hm… let's see…I got you, Meg, and now Marissa. Darn, I'm still two behind schedule." He joked back, and Lauren cracked up, and started to silently giggle. "Here, I want you to sing with us." He handed a copy to Christine, Meg, and Lauren. He would have given one to Madame Giry, except she didn't like to sing. They all sang, including Erik.
She sits among the pieces,
Of broken glass and photographs.
Reluctantly releases the last,
Of what was her past.
It struck without a warning,
Or did she just ignore the signs?
In those dark clouds forming,
Behind, her sliver lines.
And the door, it slammed like thunder,
And the tears, they fell like rain.
And the warnings from her family,
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive,
But can she survive, the storm?
A broken jewel box dancer,
Lies in pieces down the hall.
She's finding out the answers,
Don't change, nothing at all.
It's time that she'd stop searching,
For who's the blame on, what went wrong.
The only thing for certain, is he's gone,
She's got to move on.
Then a door will slam like thunder,
And the tears, they fall like rain.
And the warnings from her family,
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive,
But can she survive, the storm?
Somedays days just roll on by,
Without a gray cloud in the sky.
She keeps telling herself,
'I will make it on my own.'
And her friends,
They've all gone back to their lives.
Thinking she will be all right,
As she races through the night,
To make it home…
And the door, it slams like thunder,
And the tears, they fall like rain.
And the warnings from her family,
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive,
But can she survive, the storm?
She sits among the pieces,
Of broken glass and photographs.
Reluctantly releases the last,
Of what was her past…
Woohoo! You made it through the lyrics, a whole lot of them. Well, here is the preview thingie I always put. The next chapter has some fluff in it, but it is of Meg and Javier.Chapter 16: Voies de L'Amour
"I'm just nervous, I guess." Meg said, before a gulp of water.
"About what exactly?" Erik asked, intrigued.
"Something that I'm doing today. It may make or break me." She said, looking at the ground. Erik had an idea of what she was talking about.
"Ok, where are you going, and with which man?" He asked, overprotectively of her.
(A Later Point)
Feeling more comfortable around him, she rested her head on her broad shoulder. He placed his head lightly on top of hers, and wrapped his arm around her waist. She felt safe in his arms. They sat there, silent, savoring every moment.
