Three months have past and it was New Year's Eve, everyone was very excited. All of the citizens were worried of the Pumpkin Prince's disappearance, but that didn't stop them. The entire cast of the opera house was having a ball of masks, many of the towns people were dressed in olden France gold, black, white and silver clothes. Two figures approached the Opera Populaire and both of them had animal costumes, one of the rooster and the other of the bull. "Monsieur Andre!" the person with the bull mask spoke, removing his mask. "Monsieur Firmin!" said the other, who was Andre in the rooster mask. Firmin chuckled.
Firmin:
Dear Andre, what a splendid party
Andre:
The prelude to a bright new year
Firmin:
Quite a night, I'm impressed
Andre:
Well, one does one's best
Andre and Firmin:
Here's to us
Andre:
A toast for the city!
Firmin:
What a pity that James Skellington can't be here!
They entered the opera house that was decorated in gold, silver, yellow and red. The whole cast was there in their own costumes, Sparda was there too, but he was in a black robe. Almost all of the cast were wearing masks of any kind, while some of them were holding fans to cover their face.
Crowd:
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you.
Flash of mauve, Splash of puce
Fool and king, Ghoul and goose
Green and black, Queen and priest
Trace of rouge, Face of beast
Faces! Take your turn, take a ride
On the merry-go-round, in an inhuman race
Eye of gold, True is false, Who is who?
Curl of lip, Swirl of gown
Ace of hearts, Face of clown
Faces! Drink it in, drink it up
Till you've drowned, In the light
In the sound, But who can name the face?
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you
Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies
Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you
Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes
Masquerade! Run and hide, but a face will still pursue you.
Carlotta:
What a night!
Firmin:
What a crowd!
Andre:
Makes you glad
Firmin:
Makes you proud!
Jonathan:
All the crème, De la crème
Carlotta:
Watching us
Watching them
Katie: (Overlapping)
All our fears are in the past
Andre:
Three months
Leon:
Of relief!
Carlotta:
Of delight!
Leon:
Of Elysian peace!
Kye:
And we can breathe at last.
Carlotta:
No more notes
Jonathan:
No more ghost
Emily:
Here's a health
Andre:
Here's a toast, to a prosperous year
Firmin:
To our friends who are here
Kye and Marie:
And may the splendour never fade!
Firmin and Andre:
What a blessed release!
Emily:
And what a masquerade!
Tifa:
Think of it
"A secret relationship..." Tifa said to Drago. Tifa was wearing a beautiful black dress while Drago was wearing his usual clothes ((from the show), she was glad that he was no longer a stranger to the town, she was also Drago's love. "Just think of it."
"But, why is it secret?" Drago said. "What have we to hide? You promised me." He was about to kiss her but she stopped him.
"No, Drago, please don't, they'll see."
"Well then let them see. It's a relationship, not a crime."
Drago:
Tifa, what are you afraid of?
Tifa (and Drago in parenthesis):
Let's not argue (Let's not argue)
Please pretend (I can only hope)
You will understand in time (I'll understand in time)
Drago grabbed Tifa's hand gently and led her to a dance in the crowd. Sparda saw them dance and he just frowned, he longed for to have someone to love. There were many pairs dancing in the opera house, even the pumpkin princes and princesses were dancing as well with their own loved ones. Everyone was dancing peacefully, until the only pair dancing were Drago and Tifa. Both of them looked deeply into each other's eyes and kissed.
Crowd:
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you
Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, Spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you.
A pair of black flames appeared from the stairs, the creatures that were in that very same place backed away from the flames. The flames disappeared and two black figures appeared, both of them had hoods over their heads and they removed them so the citizens could see who they really were. Everyone gasped, even Drago and Tifa, the figures were James and... Rineykena. James walked slowly down the stairs, staring at the citizens with an evil glare. Rineykena just stood there like a statue, as his... apprentice was scaring off the towns people.
James:
Why so silent, good Monsieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good Monsieurs?
This man has written you an opera.
Here, I bring the finished score.
Don Juan Triumphant!
Rineykena:
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts
Drago backed away from Tifa as he ran off to his room to get something. Rineykena walked over to his apprentice so he could scare off the citizens, Tifa was very frightened to see her father again. Both James and Rineykena drew their swords out.
James:
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage
Our Don Juan mustn't lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Jonathan's age
Rineykena:
And James' managers must learn that their place is in an office
Not the arts
As for our star, Miss Tifa, the Strange...
Tifa was paralysed in fear since her father said her creator name, she was afraid that he will take her away from Hallowen Town and turn her into the N.E.O. heir. James stared at her, he longed for to be with her, but thanks to Drago, he couldn't be with her.
Rineykena:
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true, her voice is good
She knows, though
James:
Should she wish to excel
She has much still to learn
If pride will let her return to me, her true love
Her true love...
James stretched out his hand to her, he looked very sad. Tifa was still afraid of his mentor but, she felt safe with James. When she started to get close to him, Rineykena walked towards James, but not too close. Drago was running above were Tifa, James and Rineykena were, he was getting his sword ready and waited for Rineykena, if he messed this up, he would never be with Tifa. Tifa stretched out her hand to grab James', but Rineykena pushed him aside.
"Your chains are still mine," Rineykena said, with a lighting speed, his hand was in Tifa's throat, but instead of choking her, he placed a necklace with an eye on it, the very same one she had before it got destroyed by Krystal's spirit, James gasped. "You belong to me!"
Sorry if this took so long, blame the TV, Green Day, Dare, Feel Good and the other Gorillaz songs.
Comments pwease, I will continue this story but, it's gonna take some time since the exams will come in 2 weeks...