Roselle sprang from her bed, having been awakened by the golden beams of dawn. "What time is it?" she mumbled to herself, placing her feet on the cold floor. She glanced up at the wooden clock. "Eight? There must not be ballet practices today. Surely Madame Giry would've got me up by now." Roselle arose from bed, heading for her dressing room. Once there she opened the wardrobe, which held only a few nice dresses, the rest old and musty. Knowing that she will pay a visit to the manager today, she decided to wear the emerald green one, believing it matched her eyes.
After she put it on she went to the mirror. "I guess it's good enough." In her hands she clutched a brush, now making use of it. As she fixed her hair, she began to sing.
Meanwhile Erik was wide-awake as well, crossing the lake in his gondola. In his mind he thought about Christine. It was rare for him not to think of Christine, and flashbacks of her constantly played in his head. Everywhere he went, she was there. Her in the swan bed, her on the stage, even her sitting by his feet, looking down at the reflection in the water. He could not escape from those memories!
Christine was the purpose he decided to venture out to her old dressing room, realizing the other day someone else's clothes lying about. Erik wanted to find out who was the new user of the room.
As he climbed up the stairs, he recalled when he first brought his angel down to his liar. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, and Erik frequently looked back at her, making sure he wasn't dreaming. He kept replaying this image, until a voice broke his train of thought.
'What will fill this emptiness inside of me?'
'Am I to be satisfied without no we?"
"It can't be…not her!" Erik quickened his pace, remembering the girl who insulted him last night. He arrived at the mirror, and, right in front of him, stood a beautiful girl, her green, tranquil eyes seeming to peer right through him. Erik gazed with astonishment, not believing that such a girl could possess such an ill temper. He admired her slim body, giving off an hourglass shape, and her hair cascading beyond her shoulders, curling at the ends. Her figure was flawless, even superior to Christine's…no, what was he thinking? He scolded himself for such thoughts. How dare he compare her to Christine. No one can ever compare to Christine, especially not this girl, with such a saucy attitude.
Roselle, oblivious to the fact that the Opera Ghost was right behind the mirror, kept on singing.
'I wish then, for a chance to see,
Now all I need…
Desperately,
Is my star to come?'
She wrestled with her hair to keep it up, almost succeeding, but some thick strands of hair fell out of place. After enduring a few seconds of struggling, she gave up, deciding to pull her long bangs back with a bow. As she did this, she began to talk to herself.
"I do hope Manager Beauvais is in the building. We certainly must not have a lunatic running about."
She smiled at her appearance. "You are a pretty one."
Erik glared at her, repulsed by her snobbish behavior.
She turned around, looking at herself in different angles, making sure she looked perfect. She gently patted her frock, trying to abolish the stubborn ruffles. It seemed that she still had Erik in her mind, for she mentioned him again. "Who knows, he could be wandering about right now, maybe even in the same room."
Hearing this, Erik slowly backed away.
"Didn't cousin Meg say he took Christine behind a mirror?" She placed her hands against the mirror, as if expecting a secret passage lying behind it.
Erik grew tense, ready to disappear into the shadows.
But Roselle did not attempt to open it. Instead she started for a different direction; grabbing a pair of brown leather Victorian boots, and sitting down to put them on. She tied them tight, and afterwards walked out of the door.
Disappointed with the new owner of the dressing room, Erik left with a frown, going back to his layer. He had to figure out an escape, in case the police decide to raid his house once again.
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