Hey hey hey, everyone!
Thanks so much for the reviwes again. You're so sweet. No flames yet!I will try to make my chapters longer, I had some trouble with this one, Writer's Block strikes again. I had to write this chapter twice, cuz my computer was being mean to me. Another cliffie, here. I've been renamed "Queen of the Cliffies". tee hee. Enjoy the chapter.
Erik then stood up, bringing my fragile hand to his lips and kissing it. "Have a good evening." was all I heard him say through my thoughts. Before I knew it, his arms were around my waist, his face was inches from mine. I could feel his wine-sweet breath against my neck as he planted a kiss on it. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders absent mindedly.
What are you doing! A little voice in my head springed. It was yelling at me, mentally bullying me for my actions. I closed my eyes, then opened them after 3 seconds, finding the courage to pull away. "Good evening, Mons-I mean Erik." i gave a sweet smile, and as soon as there was enough disance between us, i turned on my heels and stepped out the door.
I looked back one more time, flabberghasted to see he was gone, as if he had dissapeared. I shook the thoughts from my head and scurried out of the room.
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I sat low in one of the seats in the audience, watching the dancers reherse for a new opera; Beauty and the Beast. I was now dressed in a regular dress, a light blue corset doubled as a bodice so i didnt have to wear so many uncomfortabe long layers. Every now and again, my eyes would stray to box 5, in search of that white porcelain mask in the darkness.
"Miss, are you allright?" I heard a farmilliar voice behind me. "You look as if you've seen a ghost." I turned around, shocked to see a man in a neat suit, his dark hair combed neatly. A smile crept on my face.
"Christian!" I happily stated, seeing that farmilliar pair of blue eyes. He bowed.
"At your service, ma'am!" he replied with a smile. I hugged him elegantly. I hadn't seen a friendly face for a long time. Christian was one of my very best friends; we had known eachother since we were very young. I thought he moved back to America, but I guess I was wrong, for he was there, in the Paris Opera Populaire.
"I thought I would never see another friendly face again!" I said, breaking the hug.
"You cannot seriously think I would do that to you," he resonded with a laugh. I smiled sweetly.
"Will you be attending the premiere tonight?" I asked shyly.
"Of course," he said. "And you?"
I thought for a moment. "I hope so."
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After Christian and I departed, I sat in the empty audotorium deep in thought. I would have to stay hidden in the audience if I went to the premiere, i was still a "criminal" after all. My home was most likely being seached, which left me no place to go. I had to stay in the Opera House. I allready made a deal with Madame Giry,I would stay in an empty dressing room that also served as a edroom. I sighed, pulling out a small golden key from the bust of my corset (they don't have pockets on corset dresses. I'm not a perv.) and looked at it.
I got up and searched the halls for the room. Finally finding the door,I put the key in the lock and turned it. Opening the door slowly so it didnt make a loud sound, I peeked in. I finally walked in, looking at the candle-lit room. I saw some imprinted letters on a mirror in a vanity on the dresser. I moved closer to get a better look.
The fancy letters spelled out 'DAAE'. This was Christine's old dressing room.
Haha! Like I said, I'm the "Cliffie Queen"!
