Scene 2: The Beginning
The story starts, of course, when I arrive at the Opera House. I was seven when Madame Giry took me in to live and to train in the Opera Dormitories. My father had told me that, when he died, he would send me the Angel of Music. I believed him, as I was just a small child. I kept waiting and waiting and waiting. For 3 years I waited for my Angel to come.
Then, when I wasw 10 years old, I heard a sweet, musical voice while I was laying in bed, waiting for sleep to come. It was such a heavenly, angelical, melodical voice that I thought it could be none other than the Angel of Music. I welcomed the Angel into my mind and, just before I went to sleep, listened to him.
He came to me every night since then, most nights to sing to me. Then, as I got older, he started to give me private lessons in my dressing room while I was dressing for a show, getting ready for bed, or bathing. If I had known he was a real man of course, I would not have been bathing during some of my lesons. I thought the Angel of Music was...just that, an Angel.
Well, I think the real story starts when we are all rehearsing for Hannibal. Carlotta is such a self-centered Bitch! (Pardon my language)! Anyway, I shall start with the introduction of Andre and Firmin.
Messier Reyer had such a fit when Mon. Lefevre interrupted rehearsal, we all went to see why. I will shorten this be not adding a lot of dialogue. We all watched then as they were introduced. I distinctly saw them both look straight toward the Chorus line and stare at our stomachs and bosoms for a few seconds before they looked back at the rest of the group and introduced the new Opera patron, the Viscount de Chagny. Raoul looked kind of good. We were childhood sweethearts, as I explained to Meg Giry, Madame Giry's daughter and my only true friend. Raoul wasn't asrich and cocky when we were children. He was still handsome though.
"...Proud to support all the arts; Especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire," he said elegantly. The snake: he lied through his teeth! Once he cringed when he heard my father play the violin. And my father was world-renowned too.
You know what really got on my nerves though: he looked around the room and stared at my boobs and stomach instead of my face. elsewise, he probably would have recognized me! Instead, he walked right past, brushing his fingertips along me stomach. Perverted Bastard!
Rehearsal started up again. Mme. Giry was showing the new monagers the ballet and chorus. They were staring openly at us, so I decided to give them a show: I got down on the floor and started doing odd stretches, just so they would remember me.
There goes Carlotta, in a fit again. At least M. Lefevre was smart: he ran from there after three words to Andre and Firmin: "Grovel, Grovel grovel!" Which they did extravagantly. I gave them a ten!
They soothed her by telling her that they wanted to hear her sing the "Aria".
She started singing adn, quite suitably, Andre started flinching.
They, the thing that started it all: that scene 6 screen fell down on top of Carlotta, stopping her singing and making her devilishly angry.
She started yelling and raving, and Andre and Firmin started begging and pleading with her.
When she was finished raving, she stormed out, yelling all the while for her "doggie andherboxie!"
I figured Buquet had done it; he did not like her very much either.
Next we see me in my moment of fame!