I think this is the shortest chapter so far. This isn't actually too difficult… I thought it might be.
She let out a sigh, "Well, I obviously can't be on stage moving around the whole time as she does. I need somewhere where I can get great resonance wherever she may move… over the whole stage. Some place close to the stage, but where no one can see me. I need to be somewhere where no one would go… ever." As she spoke, she looked down to the stage, then out to the audience. Her glance reached to the patron boxes of the opera house and her eyes widened. " Box 5…."
Buquet raised an eyebrow, completely surprised that she would suggest such a thing. He shook his head, " Helena… box 5, it is practically forbidden. Have you completely lost your mind?" He hissed at her, growing angry once again at her ignorance.
"Do you have a better idea? I mean, look at it. It sits on the very edge of the stage, facing at a tilt. It's not as high as most of them for a perfect view of the stage, and no one ever goes in." She quickly walked the scaffold as she spoke, making it to the edge and then leaning over some of the ropes, getting a better view of the positioning of Box 5. "The audience could easily hear me from that! And I could easily make it sound like I'm singing from the stage!"
Buquet grabbed her arm once again, leading her the other way, trying to keep her as far away from box 5 as possible, "Helena, get that idea out of your head. It's not going to happen. Are you forgetting that the reason why no one goes in it is because that's where the opera ghost stays?"
She smiled a bit, "Have you ever seen the opera ghost?"
He paused for a moment, trying to think, "I've heard him walking about the scaffolds when I'm alone up here. I've felt him breathing down the back of my neck as he watches me rearrange the ropes and curtains. I've smelled the stench of something strange. Piercing to my nose, yet, I could not describe it as either pleasant or unbearable. It was something I had never smelt before, and I will never forget it!"
"But, Buquet, have you seen him?" She asked, starting to walk backwards towards box 5 once again.
Buquet followed her, facing her still, "Does it matter if I have or not?"
"Do you really believe in something that you can't see?" They were now standing in full view of box 5.
"Haven't seen… can't and haven't are two different things. If you haven't seen something, that still means that it still exists." He stopped, looking over to box 5, "I feel like someone's watching us."
She felt a chill go up her spine, "As do I…" She whispered, starting to walk a bit closer to him. She felt as if she couldn't breathe. It was as if something was pushing down on her, a great weight, yet nothing was there. Her heart felt as if it was tightening. "Buquet… I have a bad feeling…."