Maska- It isn't that Matthieu is more musical, its that... wait you'll find out when you read this next chapter...
Keeper Music Night- Romance, yes... romance good!
Gerry ISU Chick04- Just as good, that might be hard...
Angel of the Mask- I'm glad you "Lahave" it!
Chapter 9- The Hunt
Dominique was to go for his first time (without sneaking) into the managers office, where he would sing and read a few lines for them. He entered, keeping his head down. M. Bogart, the manager (Now in his 5th year of ownership) notices several things about the odd young boy, specifically that, although he had been assured that he was a completely normal boy (in appearances) the boy wore a white mask that covered the left half of his face.
"Hello, Monsieur Dominique!" Bogart said, trying to look enthused. He stood and extended his hand, so Dominique could shake it.
Dominique did not respond, but sat down in the chair in front of Bogart's desk, and looked at him, with dark eyes. Bogart sat down, putting his hand back at it's place at his side.
"Well, let us begin, then." Bogart said, and he pulled out a copy of the score of 'Don Juan Triumphant'. He held it out to Dominique, who shook his head. He knew all of the songs. "Alright…" Bogart said, and put the score down on his desk, and then pulled out the script, and held it out to Dominique, who took, it but did not look at it. He sat it in his lap.
Bogart began reading the part of Passarino, and Dominique recited the part of Don Juan, without looking at the script.
Bogart was not an actor and so, all of his lines where monotone, and irking. Dominique watched in disgust. "This game is getting dangerous, my friend." He said, in his best (but horrid) Passarino voice.
Dominique took his eyes from Bogart, and then recited his line, "The game was always dangerous, Passarino…"
"You have to stop, my friend." Bogart said, speaking to Don Juan. His voice was not deep and passionate, and anyone could tell that he had never been on stage before. "You are in too deep. The game has become your reality!
Dominique delivered the next line slightly under his breath. "It could be a reality, if only…" he paused for dramatic effect. "Passarino, you know that I would never let a childish infatuation get me so involved that I could not see the hunt."
"You have already lost sight of the hunt my friend, and it is all because of this girl, this joke of a servant girl…" Bogart stumbled over his words. "It was all suppose to be a trap, a game… and now you have made it out to be more than that."
Dominique looked straight at Bogart who watched him, amazed at how well he fit the part. The way he spoke and stood, was perfect and even the way he sat was in character. "Passarino…" Dominique said as Don Juan, "You are my friend, and so, I would not lie to you. I say in all honesty," Dominique stared at Bogart, his eyes blazing into his soul. "I am not in love with this girl." Written in the script, this was where Passarino left Don Juan alone. This was his soliloquy to the audience. "However, lust is not, and my friend lust cannot kill."
Bogart again rose to his feet. "Magnificent!" He spoke, holding his hand out for a second chance to shake hands. Dominique refused again. "Well, then…" Bogart said, sitting. "Let's hear you sing a little."
This was the part Dominique had been happy to do. He was never the singer that Matthieu was, he had never learned, as Erik found it excruciating to listen to Dominique sing, and Dominique had always thought this was because he just wasn't very good, though Matthieu and Erik knew it had nothing to do with his voice. Though Dominique looked like his father, instead of getting his father's mellow and seductive voice, he had inherited his mother's powerful, strong and moving voice. Erik could not listen to Dominique without hearing the voice of his beloved.