Okay, people disregard the Author's Note. I got on my lazy ass and started writing. Right now this is what I have. DON JUAN! wippie!
Chapter Twenty-Two: Don Juan Triumphant
Christine could hear the orchestra tuning up, it was wreaking havoc on her nerves. The curtains were still closed but she knew that in a couple of seconds they were going to open and she was going to go out and perform.
"Oh," she whispered, turning around trying to get away.
Meg caught her and turned her around. "Oh, no you don't. Breathe."
Christine turned around and watched James on the other side, giving her a thumbs up. Christine only smiled weakly.
The notes that had been playing non-stop in the orchestra department the past two months began to play. Don Juan Triumphant was starting.
Some of the girls began to run out as the curtains parted onstage. Their feet as light as always, their agile feet going over the rehearsed steps.
It was of course an opera, so Carlotta went out singing, right after she gave Christine a very dirty look.
Christine didn't do anything but Meg sure did, she tripped her as she went out, causing a couple of people in the audience to laugh.
Carlotta shrugged it off and walked out, singing. "Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets…"
Christine ran her hands over her costume and hair one more time, making sure it was on right. Her dress revealed a little more than she would have liked, but that's what you get when you get Home Economics to do the costumes. Not that it was bad, not at all, in fact she loved it.
It reminded her of a gypsy dress. It had a burgundy corset and cream-white sleeves that were like lace -no matter what she tried, it kept falling from her shoulders to her upper arms. The dress was of the same material, only they were a darker shade of yellow mustard and another shorter one that draped over one hip the color of pine needles.
She loved it, in a way it was enticing, just as seductive as the opera Don Juan itself.
James wore an exquisite black velvet ensemble that made him the very character he was to play. He even had a cape that at times when there was a fitting, James would start to act like a torero.
Christine loved it all James did not. He didn't like the white shirt with the fringes hanging out, exposing his chest, he said he looked like a poodle.
George continued singing through his black mask. "You come home! I use your voice- slam the door like crack of doom!"
James continued. "I shall say, 'Come hide with me! Where oh where? Of course my room!'"
Christine bit her lip and looked into the audience for Raoul. He was sitting in box five, as always, his eyes scanning the stage and around for anything suspicious.
Christine smiled at him, hoping he would see her. When she was that he did, he smiled at her also, in reassurance.
"If I do not forget myself and laugh," James sang to them and began to laugh, leaving the stage a black mask over his face too.
Christine took a deep breath and walked out casually to the stage, a basket of roses in her arms. "No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love."
Christine couldn't see the audience but she knew what they were thinking. A high school production shouldn't be doing an opera like this. It was about a man seducing a young girl, Aminta, her. It was nothing like the productions they had done before.
She kneeled on the floor of the stage, just as Madame Giry had instructed her to do. Then started picking at the roses just as she had told her.
"Master?"
Short but oh, so sweet! if you saw the movie, you know what happens next! If not, then Muahahahahahaha! I kind of broke my own rule and put them in singing. Same rule applies to The Point of No Return. My favorite song ever! I can't destory it by putting it into words, or taking it out of its already oh, so genius lyrics. --Imagines Gerard Butler singing the Point of No Return-- Oh hell, I'm getting inspired --puts on Phantom of the Opera DVD-- REVIEWS MUCH APPRECIATED!
