1"Here is your costume, my dear," Mme. Giry said as she roused Christine.
"What?" Christine asked sleepily.
"For Il Muto, I have brought you your costume, it is on the chair."
"Thank you, Madame," Christine said as Mme. Giry left the room.
Christine stretched as she thought about the peculiar events of last night. Her Angel of Music is the Phantom of the operea! How unexpected. Christine realized that she should feel some sort of surprise or even anger but she felty strangely empty. Maybe she more than metaphorically gave him her soul.
It was no matter. She had triumphed at the gala and that thought suddenly gave her wings. Finally! She could fulfill her father's dreams of triumph. Christine gave a little laugh as she spun about.
Her? A diva? A poor country girl from Sweden? Dreams do come true! And Il Muto being perfromed so soon! Good thing the Angel of Music or Phantom or whoever made sure that she knew the part!
Smiling, she made her way to the chair to put on the underdress. Surely, that is what Mme. Giry brought. The costume of the Countess is too immense for one person to put on alone.
The pageboy cosutme lay on the chair.
"What?" Christine whispered. "No."
She triumphed! She would be the Countess!
"No!"she said as she pulled the pieces of the costume apart, holding up the trousers.
A small pamphlet fell to the floor.
Il Muto
The Countess...La Carlotta
The Cuckolded Man...Ubaldo Piangi
The Mute...Christine Daaé
The Confidante...Cecile Morelli
The Maid...Meg Giry
The Mute! The Mute!
"No!" Christine cried as she was overcome with sobs.
Oh, God, dreams die so hard.
"Papa! I'm sorry!"
Inspired entirely by the crestfallen look on Emmy Rossum's face during Prima Donna. I just had to get it out of my head. So many 2004 movie one shots! I guess it is because I am so involved with the Leroux story I am working on thatI find thisas a bit of a break.