A Deranged Oratorio Rewrite
Chapter 5: Passionate Plunge
As Christine sat on the theatre chair, the thought of Raoul filled her despaired mind. Her feeling for singing became her trepidation. As memories filled her mind she couldn't help but dove off into her own world. She imagined her life as it should be. She would've probably had her first child. If it was a girl she would name it Belle. A boy, Olivier. She gazed upon what paradise she would've tasted. What a wonderful life. A world filled with love, warmth, and salvation. Christine felt like all salvation was taken from her and would never ever be given back. It was like she had lost her heart in the ocean. It would never be found. Never. What she now dreamt had all been shattered. She would never again be able to taste the richness of heaven.
"Madame Daa'e, we are ready for you." Thomas said as Brigitte tossed her dress and walked hastily across the stage.
Christine's eyes had met with hers. Brigitte looked at her and laughed a demonic laugh. Christine disregarded her and her smug face. Christine walked across the rest of the stage to stand right in the middle of it. She glanced at the notes she was to give to the pianist. She handed him the lyrics to "Think of Me".
"Uh… Madame, since we want to her your voice but not with the same lyrics. Is there any song that you have that you can sing." the conductor said loosely.
Through this, Christine was in the state of shock. She had only a couple of song lyrics. Don Juan Triumphant and Think of Me. She couldn't sing Don Juan because it would be suicide. Her memories would be relived.
"Madam, quickly please! I do not have all day!" he impatiently yelled at her.
She quickly took out the notes and handed to him. Her choice was obvious not in her hand. As the notes played, it drowned her. It felt like she had been hit with a hard inanimate object. She felt like her whole world was beginning to drown. Each note stung her like poison.
You have brought me to that moment were words run dry,
To that moment where speech disappears into silence….
Silence…
I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why….
In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwinement…
Defenseless and silent-
"Stop, please Madame. It seems as though, every time you sing, it's with passion. Not everyone can sing like that. You have truly been blessed with the gift of song." Monsieur Le Vicomte said incisively.
Christine grinned. Happiness was drained from her. Her heart had shredded into millions of pieces.
"You, my dear, are Carmen." Monsieur Le Vicomte repeatedly uttered.
Christine walked back into her room. Before she did, she curtsied and asked to be excused for the next days audition. As she walked down the halls she heard a strange sound. A sound coming from the wall. A voice. A song. An angel. She shut her eyes and followed the music. She leaded up into her own dressing room. The mirror had been open.
It was dark and drippy. She quickly closed the dressing room door and slowly walked over the ledges of the mirror. She remembered where the Phantoms lair was. She crossed the moving candle holders and as she reached up to the lake she stopped. She saw the hem of her dress was torn. After glancing at it, she went on. The boat was still there. As she got on she took the stick and hulled herself onto the boat. Beamingly she waltzed across the boat pushing the stick back and forth. She was still amazed by the statues that lied in the crossings of the lake. There was a misty haze everywhere. She couldn't see a slight sign that signaled to her that she was almost to the Phantoms lair. She soon felt a tug into her boat.
It had stopped. She tried hurling a little, then pushing it to the side. It tipped. She fell right into the mid deep warm water. She quickly tried to swim up near the surface. She started to respire. Ferociously, she felt a tight rope holding her down in the water. Her foot had gotten stuck through the rope. She tried swimming up to the surface area. It was just too difficult. She knew she was drowning. She knew there was no hope. She knew that she was going to die.
