A Deranged Oratorio Rewrite

Chapter 4: Perilous Drift

" Christine, Christine?" the voice said. Christine, unconscious, woke up feeling heavy and breathless.

"Huh? Where, where am I?" she said responding to the voice she heard. She could barely open her eyes. She wanted to ponder to whomever saved her.

"Christine, you collapsed on the stage. You've been kicking vigorously and screaming in your sleep." the voice said.

"I've been sleeping?" she said. After saying this she woke up full of herself and saw a young ballerina sitting behind her side.

"Madame, you've been sleeping. I saw you colasp on de stayge." she said. The young ballerina had a heavy French accent. Christine could barely understand what she was saying. It didn't matter though. Christine was too frightened by her dream she had about Raoul and how he came back from the dead. She thought for a second breathing heavily. Maybe the dream was signaling something to her. Maybe her dream was intended to happen.

"Madame, my name is Gabriel. Gabriel le Tuwa. If you need me at any time I will be in the dormitories. Oh and Monsieur le Thomas wants to see you when you feel bettah. Shall I tell him to come een?"

"Oh of course." Christine said as she stared at the young ballerina. There had been something about her. Like she was hiding something. Like a secret. The young ballerina had thick raven hair. Her complexion was like the color of a crème colored peach. Her body was very muscular. Christine estimated that she had been a ballerina for only a couple of months. She didn't think that this girl was a professional yet.

"Madame?" Gabriel asked curiously.

"Oh…sorry. Right. Umm yes you can tell Monsieur Wolfe that I will be expecting him in about 10 minuets." Christine said as she tried carrying her body weight. She felt though as if her body was to fall. Christine slowly waked to the large china flowered bowl and poured it with warm water. The water was so clear. There was a bit of vapor from the water when she put her face near the bowl. She took her hand and cupped it. Then she slowly dipped her cupped hand into the warm water and put it up to her face. She looked back up to the mirror. She had remembered that she was sitting right next to the mirror the phantom of the opera opened. When she was done bathing her face she walked toward the mirror where she first saw the phantom. She tried opening the side of it. It was sealed shut. She was relieved it had been bolted. She turned around to look at her desk mirror.

:crack: she had dropped her brush. She quickly picked and up and screamed. She had seen Raoul's face in her desk mirror! It quickly faded. She heard the door knock.

"Madame Daa'e? It me... Uh Monsieur Thomas." the voice said outside of her door. She was frightened by seeing , or thought she saw, Raoul's face in the mirror. She winced a little and then attentively opened the door.

"Ah.. Madame. I hope your feeling better." he said. Christine just noticed how dashingly handsome he was. He had beautiful silk golden blonde hair. It was medium cut. Maybe a little shorter than Raoul's. He had a wonderful figure. It looked like he had a nice cut to his body form. Nice biceps, strong complexion. Christine was very fond of him. Or taken? She couldn't figure out the right word to describe it. She remembered how she fell in love with Raoul and how he had broken her heart. She spoke silently in her minded, telling herself not to be involved in a relationship with this man, for he too might break her heart inattentively.

"Yes Monsieur, you wanted to speak to me," she said professionally. He quickly glanced at the grand clock that was just in the room.

"Ah, yes, Madame, you are definitely a glorious singer. I gladly accept you in the Opera Populaire. Madame we are having rehearsals today for the performance of Monsieur Le Vicomte's Carmen. He is the conductor and director of the plays. I hope that you will audition. It will be in exactly an hour in the stage room." he said and quickly turned away and paced down the halls.

She was stunned on how he told her. He was such a professional at his job. Not wasting any more time, Christine quickly looked through her wardrobe. She took out a royal blue corset and a white dress. She quickly changed and waked briskly down the hall to the stage room. She approximately 50 minuets left until auditions. She thought that she might poke around for a while. She went up the grand staircase. Her hand glided through the marbled railing. It was beautiful. All her memories came back when her hand met with the staircase.

She remembered everything. Good and bad times. She had remembered when Raoul went down in the cave were the Phantoms lair was. He had down everything for her. She remembered the Ball de Masque and how they were engaged. She felt a tear trickle lightly down her rosy cheek. Something was feeling right for Christine as she stopped in the middle of the staircase, holding the marbled rail. It was though as if she had been transmitted all the memories of the past back into her. She turned around to go back down the staircase. Something hardly shoved her. It was the main diva, La Brigitte.

"Move you little ingrate. You're just an amateur. Don't even think about trying to take my place. You whore. I know what your after. It's Thomas isn't it? Ha he's mine. If you think charming him with your grace will work it won't. You little maggot. You're pathetic. Yes, I've heard of you Christine Daa'e or should I say Chagny! Ha! I forgot he had left you. That's the only reason why you came back. I know about you Christine. You used to be the diva after sleeping with the Vicomte. You only slept with him to win the lead over La Carlotta. It's not going to work this time!" she said without sympathy.

Brigitte then looked at Christine in disgust and walked down the grand staircase gracefully. The words she had said to Christine had gotten to her. A whore? Christine felt a painful burning feeling in her face. She tried to hold back the tears. But it overflowed like the treacherous sea. She couldn't help but to run back to her room. She felt a hand grab her wrist. She turned around and saw Thomas.

"Don't mind her Christine. She's nothing. You're something. When I heard you sing it was very enchanting. I mean no wonder the Vicomte fell in love with you," he said as he let go of her arm and walked down the staircase leaving her. His words pondered through her mind. Fall in love? She had thought of that. How can it be love when the Vicomte had left her? She took her hand and quickly brushed her face wiping the tears of despair away. She glanced at the clock, looked at the floor, and then, walked down the staircase. She walked into the stage room. There she saw her and La Brigitte. They were the only two who were auditioning for the role of Carmen. She quickly looked at Monsieur Wolfe and took a seat waiting to be auditioned.