A Deranged Oratorio Rewrite

Chapter 2: A Frail Quondam

(Narrative POV)

She walked in brittle and reminded of the past. The past of what once use to be of love, passion, and fear. She noticed the grand staircase was still indistinguishable. Everything was the same. Excluding the new delineation of a new perceived diva. Her name resembled the beauty and gracefulness of a swan. She read on the poster: Mademoiselle La Brigitte, Le Diva. As Christine read this image, she began to feel a slight twinge in her eyes. Drawing her hand up to her face she felt the pessimism of her brackish tears. Wondering why she was crying, she pulled out a handkerchief with her name embroidered on it, and slowly wiped away her tears of dismay.

As she walked into the theatre room she saw a woman with fair, crème colored skin trying to sing a verse from the play "La Traviata". When Christine saw her, she presumed that it was La Brigitte. She heard the words of a man say, " La Brigitte, we have no reason to question your graceful voice but more passion please. Try the same emotion you did in Monte Carlo!"

"Yes, but how can I when I am fastened in the corset" she yelled excruciatingly. Again she tries once more.

This time Christine went up to the new man who she guessed was the new manager. "Hello monsieur. May I ask to audition for this opera house?"

"No Madame. I cannot audition you because Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre are recently out of town. You have to ask the man backstage to audition you for now. He is well fit and looks about 20 years of age. He has golden brown hair. You cannot miss him," the man said tiredly.

Christine walked up onto the stage and went around the corner to which led up backstage. She paused and closed her eyes and remembered her younger days in the populaire. She had spent her days in the opera as a ballerina with grace and poise. Then she remembered the time when she met the phantom. All of a sudden, at that moment, Christine lost her balance and nearly fell forward. Something caught her hand.

"Sorry Madame. I didn't see you there," the man said.

She turned and looked at him. He was handsomely dashing. He was the one the man who was rehearsing La Brigitte was talking about. She quickly smoothed out her burgundy dress and slipped off her glove. "Monsieur, my name is Christine Daa'e and I wish for you to audition me," she said gravely.

Christine was a state of shock because no one had remembered her. She guessed that she would have to have Monsieur Andre and Firimin to get a better chance of leading parts. She had to wait for them but she was very desperate on working. She wondered where Madame Giry and Meg were. She had remembered that they had left after the chandelier crash.

"Madame, I would gladly audition you. My name is Thomas Wolfe," he said promptly. "Whenever you feel content to sing please tell me so I can hear your voice."

"I would like to start now. Please" she quoted instantly. Since she had not prepared any songs to sing she had no choice but to point to the song Think of Me. She had the notes in her old notebook. She took it out and gave it to the pianist.

"Whenever you are ready," Thomas said doubtfully. He had not heard anyone sing passionately so every applicant ended up a disappointment.

Christine closed her eyes and sang the words:

Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye.

Remember me,

Once in a while,

Please promise me you'll try.

That when you find,

That once again,

You long to take your heart back and be free.

If you ever find a moment

Spare a thought for me…

Each note she sang had precision. She passionately sang each verse. As she sang she pounded each note with her entire heart, love, and sincerity. It was like she was bonded to each note and key. Every word that came out her mouth seemed like a dove fluttering out of the sky. Like an angel of music. Strangely, slowly, something came over her body.Shefeltsomething had overpowered her passion.That her heart flowed out her own blood as she sang. It was like her heart spoke out. She felt her body over flowing with a rigorous mortality. As an angel, she felt her wings evolve and unfold, she could feel her own wings lift her up.

After hearing these words the apprentice, who is Thomas, was amazed and glorified. He heard an angel sing. This girl had the voice of silk gliding on water. As Christine sung she felt the passion and thought in her song. It wasn't long until she stopped and collapsed.

(Please review. What will happen to Christine now? Will Thomas take her in the opera?)