(A/N Yes, I know this may seem like complete fluff, but it is not only letting you get to know Dominique a little better, it is showing you the REAL relationship he and his brother have. It also lets you see Dominique's feels toward our young Miss Chagny. Hope you enjoy! .)
Dominique returned to his home, where Matthieu was waited to torture and prod him. Dominique walked to the organ and began to play, part of Don Juan. Matthieu stood behind him asking him slightly annoying questions that in Dominique's mind where none of him business.
"Did you make the part?" Dominique did not answer. Matthieu took his silence as a negative answer to his question. "Was father there? Are you angry that you didn't get it?"
Dominique rounded on Matthieu furiously. Matthieu notice how tall his brother had grown. He was no longer the small child that Matthieu had tackled and wrestled with. He was now taller than Matthieu, and quite intimidating. Matthieu stared at his younger brother for a minute, then he smiled. "So you are angry!" Matthieu declared, still smiling.
Dominique looked confused at his brother for a moment, and then silently, he walked to his room. He sat on his single sized bed and pulled out his note book, the one with all of his life's work in it. His drawings where vivid, but his poetry and his storied where his best successes. He wrote of things he had only read about, and he also wrote the only things that he had ever known. He wrote of beautiful women he had never seen and also of the darkness that he had spent his life fighting to be rid of. He had always wished for a friend who could understand and read his work, but instead he had been cursed with his damned musically inclined family.
Dominique began to draw a young woman's face. Her skin was not pale, but naturally a deep shade of olive. He did not have colors, but he shaded in her dark waves of mane. Then he started into the eyes. The eyes were always his favorite part to draw and to watch. He drew them in an almond shape, light and sparkling.
He imagined that she had always had someone to talk to and someone to look at her childish art. He could almost hear her beautiful voice. She was quite beautiful, but she was not the only beautiful girl that Dominique had ever seen. However, she was the only beautiful woman that he had ever seen.
He wonder how well she sang. She couldn't be so bad, for she had first gotten to the Opera Populaire, and second made herself known to the managers somehow.
Dominique drew the girl wearing a long red gypsy's gown, the one she would wear in 'Don Juan Triumphant'. He let her feet go bare, but illustrated her holding a long stemmed red rose, with a black ribbon tied around the stalk.
Finally Dominique heard his father's voice in the other room. He dated the picture and wrote on the bottom, "Isabelle Chagny- Aminta". He stared at it for a long moment and then he closed the book, and placed it back into the bottom drawer of his night stand. He got up off his bed and walked into the other room.