Oli: Finally! I was locked up in this stupid computer all weekend!
Ali: I'm sorry, but was nowhere near here. I couldn't let you out.
Oli: Do you have any idea how much I have to go?
Ali: -shakes head- I don't think I want to know...
Oli: You don't. I'm gonna go... relieve myself since most of this chapter has nothing to do with me. -runs off to the bathroom-)
Diane paced back and forth in those light, delicate slippers that were used around the stage. She was soon to sing. Currently she was out of sight as La Belle sang her large solo, her voice trilling around the opera house like a nightingale's tune.
Diane listened to the soprano's beautiful song and was startled back to reality when the audience applauded and the curtain dropped. La Belle was leaning against a prop, fanning her face with a well taken care of hand. The intersession lasted for only five minutes. Diane had to be ready. Women swarmed around her like bees, tightening her dress in places and fixing smudged rouge. Another brushed her hair once more, leaving it silkier and shinier than before, if that was possible.
Finally the orchestra started again, and Diane was ushered to the center of the stage. As the women rushed off, the curtain rose, and applause was heard echoing through the building. Suddenly, the butterflies that had haunted her stomach and the sweat that had poured from her brow no longer mattered. For there, in the crowd, were her parents and Adamo, applauding heartily and smiling.
Gemmé signaled her, and Diane filled her lungs and sang with the all the passion and power that her quivering body could possibly hold. And so it went.
But in the rafters, near the gigantic chandelier that gave the opera house so much of its splendor, stood a figure in the shadows. It was Oliver, in a blind spot of everyone who did not look straight up and squint. His head was tilted back, and tears flowed silently down his cheeks. His creation was beautiful, and that made him love her all the more. He sang with her quietly, his voice quivering with such love and compassion for the one he had taught. His gloved hands were shaking as he brought them to his face and wiped away his salty tears. She had to meet him! He had to tell her how much he loved her! But when? Where? How? As Diane's solo ended and she left the stage, Oliver decided upon the Masquerade that would soon take place on Christmas Eve. A perfect time to profess his love to her. he would even be allowed to wear his mask! It would be mandatory! Oh, he had so much planning to do! Oliver sighed happily and left his place through a door that was painted just like the walls.
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"She will see no one Mousier. I do not see why she would like to see a simple stagehand anyways."
Manager Tein stood in front of the thick door that led into Diane's dormitory, his massive bulk that had been trussed in finery blocking passage. Adamo sighed and turned away, letting his hand which held a bouquet of roses droop. After Tein was sure that no one would bother the Mademoiselle, he left, leaving Diane to her privacy.
Diane was undressing as he left, stroking the single rose that was in her hand. A black ribbon was tied around it, along with a letter. After she was in nothing but her night clothes, Diane slid open the red seal and read what was inside. It said:
"My dearest Diane,
You were beautiful, and almost angelic. I only wish we could meet, and that you could see me now. But do not worry. The time will come when you may meet your Angel face to face. For now, marry no one, and stay away from the stage rat. He is not worthy of you. Take the advice of an Angel, and leave him to a whore.
With the most love,
Your Angel"
Diane stared at the letter, and read it over again to be sure she had read it right. Why did her angel hate Adamo so? She held the rose in her hand, gazing at it deeply. She turned to her mirror, and clutched the rose to her breast.
(Awww... I love Oliver so.
Oli: ...I love you too.
Ali: Really?
Oli: -nods, zippering up his pants after going to the bathroom-
Ali: -swoons again-
Ali: -ahem- Reviews are welcomed with open arms.
This one wasn't too long, but it is reath important, I suppose.)