Okay, next chapter. Thanks for your review .. Ah yeah because of "!" I really have my problems with punctuation. Not just in English, in German, French and Hungarian too maybe I am just not born for ist . Hmm this chapter, I have to sayI am not really satisfied with it and I hope that the next one will be better ...
Chapter 3
It was dark and Erik was sitting on the roof of the Opera house. He was alone and as always he was thinking of Christine. He thought back to the day were he had caught Raoul and Christine here, swearing their love to each other. He had been so angry and had cursed them both. He thought back to Don Juan Triumphant, were he had pleaded Christine to live with him. "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime …" he mumbled and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He looked at the stars and wondered where Christine might be.
She was sitting in her room, making plans. Evil plans. She didn't feel the need to tell anyone, it was her little secret, her little revenge on the Phantom of the Opera. On the nightstand there was a little picture of her lover, but she never looked at it. It was too painful to do so. On one of the walls there hung a poster of herself in Hannibal. It had all begun with Hannibal. Sure there had been some "accidents" before, but it had all truly begun with the opera Hannibal. First she had been replaced with this little girl Christine Daaé, than she had to do this really awful opera called "Don Juan Triumphant" and at last she had lost her lover Ubaldo Piangi. It had been the worst year for the La Carlotta. She didn't even have an opera where she could sing, but this wasn't the biggest of her problems. Carlotta growled, this Phantom had made a fool of her, in front of the high society of Paris and he would pay for this. Yes he would pay for this. "Phantom you will burn in hell" she swore herself and hoped she would find him. Carlotta wasn't to be forgiving, she was to take revenge.
"Very well Mademoiselle Giry" one of the three managers applauded. Meg smiled and curtseyed. The other two manages seemed sceptical, but they knew that Meg had been the best of all the young women who had auditioned for a role in the little Opera house near the Seine. It wasn't as famous as the Opera Populaire, but Meg would make a little money and this would help herself and her mother to live until the Opera Populaire would open again. "Now if you please excuse us for a little while, we are to discuss the results." The managers disappeared in another room and seconds later all of the fifty girls began to chatter. "I hope they take me, I really like to dance." One of the girls behind Meg said. Another girl that stood beside Meg sighed and shook her head. "If she only likes to dance, she's maybe not right here." The girl turned around and faced Meg. "I am Eleonora Dubois. I have seen you dance, you don't like to dance … you really love it." Meg smiled at the girl who was a little older than her.
"My name's Meg. Meg Giry." The young ballerina told her new friend and they shook hands. A few of the dancers giggled about something and Meg sighed. It was just like the Opera Populaire. A few serious ballerinas and a mass of giggling childish girls.
"How many will they take?" Eleonora asked, while she watched some of the other girls.
"Five or six, something like that. You won't have a problem to be selected. You were very good on stage. Where did you dance before?"
"Italy, Austria, Germany and in Switzerland. My father loves to travel and I have to go with him."
"So you won't stay long in Paris?"
"Until the travel fever grabs him again and he wants to see Spain or even England. And you? Where did you dance before?"
"Opera Populaire, maybe you have heard from the incident with the Phantom of the Opera?" For a brief moment Meg thought of Erik, but then she shook her head and concentrated on her new friend, who looked a little shocked.
"Of course. My dad was there, because he wanted to see this new wonder-soprano. What was her name? Chris …." Eleonora just couldn't remember the name, so she looked at Meg for maybe she knew the young sopranos name.
"Christine Daaé" Once again Meg's mood was down.
"You knew her?" Eleonora let out a little squeal and some of the other girls now took notice of the conversation between the two ballerinas.
"What?" asked one and another gave the sharp answer "She knew Christine Daaé."
"If she knew Christine Daaé, she maybe also knew the Vicomte de Chagny" A brown haired girl made dreamy eyes and added "and the Phantom of the Opera."
"How was she? I mean Christine Daaé?"
"She was my best friend" Meg mumbled more to herself than to the others. "I knew her since we were seven years, when she came to train and live in the Opera dormitories." Tears strained her face, but the other girls seemed not to recognize them. "She was my best friend" Meg repeated and wished the managers would come out and announce their results. She was not to be disappointed when the door opened and the three managers entered the hall.
"Ladies I ask you to be quiet for a few minutes." All fifty ballerinas stood on stage and waited if they would dance for this opera or not. "First we'd like to thank all of you for trying out. Second: Unfortunately we could just take five girls, but maybe the other ones will try next time again."
Now the second man spoke "We will now read those who are taken."
"Mademoiselle Eleonora Dubois." Eleonora let out a little squeal and hugged everyone that got in her way. "Mademoiselle Valeria Silvo and Mademoiselle Sophie Fronsac." Valeria and Sophie hugged each other. They couldn't be more different. Valeria with her dark hair looked like she was from Spain or Portugal. Sophie with her blonde hair seemed more gentle than passionate. Meg hadn't seen one of them dance, but they had to be really good. "And Mademoiselle Victoria Leroc and Mademoiselle Layla Vallo."
Meg sighed. She hadn't been picked for a role, now she would have to look for another work. One of the men smiled at her and she managed a weak smile right back, but in her eyes the men saw the sorrow which was much bigger than in the other's girls eyes.
"Mademoiselle Giry we would be pleased if you would agree to be the lead ballerina."
Amazed Meg stared at the three men and couldn't speak one word. Had they just asked her to be the lead dancer? A prima ballerina like La Sorelli? "I … I would really like to be prima ballerina for this Opera house." She just couldn't wait to tell her mother.
