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Erik looked in at Meg, making sure she was alright. She was sleeping peacefully, with her corset and other items of clothing draped over the couch, her face peeking over the covers.
Innocence, how I remember that. Too bad I lost mine years ago, before I left childhood.
He sighed, turned, went back into his room, and locked the door. He sat at his small organ, and began to work, but very quietly, so as not to wake Meg. Being the musical genius that he is, he had, when he furnished his temporary home, equipped with an organ, so that he could continue his pieces. Before he began, he looked around his small room for inspiration. There was a four-poster bed, with red drapery. In the place of a mattress and base, there was his usual black coffin, lined with red silk. The walls were painted the same red as his bed, with a black border on the walls, at the bottom, and the top. Every now and then, a music note or two had been stencilled on in black paint.
The song he played was slow, and sad. As he progressed, he began to sing. His voice was perfect, as always, and laced with pain.
"Et ainsi il a commencé, en tant que vous et I
Mais à la fin je vous ai trahi
vous vous êtes trouvé votre amour vrai
et laissé me seul, pour gaspiller
Tellement ici je me tiens, sur mes propres
Un homme abandonné par tous qu'il a aimés
Est ce mon destin, pour seul vivre ?
Ou voulez mon amour soit partagé avec des autres"
He sang in French, and by the end of his song, he was in tears, thinking of the pain caused by his loss.
'First I lose my mother.' He thought, 'Now I lose my one true love. When will my suffering end!'
He slumped onto his organ, his head on his folded arms, and began to sob.
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Meg awoke, rubbed her eyes, and began to dress again. She was in the bathroom, washing the sleep out of her eyes, when she heard Erik's song. It was beautiful, and moving. She could feel his pain, the pain of the loss of Christine. She sagged to the floor, in tears.
'I may never see my mother again.' She thought. 'I will never be the prima ballerina, or achieve world fame. I won't be allowed into the newest Opera, it will have been too much time that I have missed. If I want my career to go ahead at all, I'll need to practise every day.'
Meg glanced at the door to Erik's room, where the playing had subsided, and all was silent. 'Ah well, I suppose I had best get started.'
She stood and looked regretfully at her feet.
"But how am I to practise with no ballet slippers?" She said to herself, "I suppose I could go stockings only, but that would ruin them, and they are my only pair down here… Unless the Phantom has spare clothing…" she looked at his door, sighed, and walked over to it.
She raised her hand in preparation to knock and hesitated. Without warning, and with no notion as to why, her hand knocked.
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Erik looked up as he heard knocking at the door.
"What do you want Meg?" he yelled. "I am in no mood for you." He was in no mood for anyone, but he didn't think that seemed to matter.
"Monsieur le Phantom, I was just wondering if there were any other clothes here for me. I know you probably didn't plan to have an eighteen year old dancer staying with you, but if there was the odd chance I would really appreciate it…" She trailed off, as she realised that she was rambling.
"Little Giry, There are clothes in the chest under your bed. I hope they fit, if not, you should be adept at sewing at your age, should you not?"
Meg was quite a skilful sewer, as all minor rips in costumes or practise clothes was to be repaired by the wearer.
"Thankyou monsieur." She replied, before turning and running to her bed. As she drew nearer, she fell to her knees and skidded a short way. Her knees were burning when she reached the chest, but she was excited at the thought of what treasures the chest may hold.
When she opened it, she was amazed. On top there were two pairs of satin slippers, the most elegant pair Meg had ever seen. Below them were four pairs of stockings, two in pale pink and two pairs of white. Beneath the stockings and slippers were 3 pairs of ankle boots, with 3 buttons up the outer sides. They were floral, one pair pink and white, one pair blue and white, and one pair plain black, all only a little too big for her, which didn't matter to her at all. Under those were two leotards, one pale pink, one white, and two transparent, filmy skirts, knee-length wrap around. These she would wear to practise in.
Beneath the ballet outfits, were 3 pairs of ankle boots, with 3 buttons up the outer sides. They were floral, one pair pink and white, one pair blue and white, and one pair plain black, all only a little too big for her, which didn't matter to her at all. And under the boots were some of the most beautiful dresses she had seen.
There was one made of grey silk, with thick straps, just under the shoulders. It had a square chest, which had been folded over. At the waist it seemed as if the top of the dress was a separate corset, because it came over the skirt. In the centre of the skirt it parted, and had a layer of white lace coming down in a triangle. The lace was decorated with flowers, as was the border of the triangle.
Another dress was pale pink, with black rosettes covering it. It was much the same as the grey on, except that the triangle was black, and it had black ruffles down the front of the chest. It had full-length sleeves that tiered out around the elbow, with a black bow on the elbow.
The next dress was much like the grey one again, but was maroon and black. In the place of the triangle on the front of the skirt, the maroon came down in arcs, and the black lace was visible underneath.
The second last dress was more for daily wear, as the others had been very formal. It had a dark purple over shirt, which was like a singlet, which was very tight over a pale purple shirt. The pale shirt had long sleeves, and came up right around the lower half of the neck. It hung down below the waist in folds, on either side at the front, and was large and ruffled in the back. Under this there was a white skirt with small purple flowers, which hung down to the ankles, and ruffled with the pale purple shirt.
Underneath it all, there were two white corsets, which looked crisp, clean and brand new. Meg thought for a moment on how to resolve the issue of tying her corsets, someone had always done them for heart the Opera house. She decided to do up the back, undo the front, put it on, and lace up the front. After a few tries she had this tactic perfected, and was dressed in the purple clothes and black shoes. She looked once more in the chest, to see a few pairs of underclothes, and some more everyday dresses, which were all the same as her purple dress, just varied in colour, pale pink and pale blue.
Once she was satisfied, she went to thank the Phantom
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I wrote Erik's song, I just typed random crap into an online translator, just took 5 minutes…
In English, it is…
"And so it began, as you and I
But in the end I betrayed you
You found yourself your true love
And left me alone, to waste
So here I stand, on my own
A man deserted by all he loved
Is this my destiny, to live alone?
Or will my love be shared with another"
Meg's dresses are all off random google stuff; if you want I can send them to you…though I don't know how…
Enjoy!
Cheers
Chazza15