Chapter 2 - Carlotta Giudicelli
There was a silence in the examination office while the two sisters awaited the entry of Signora Giudicelli. The girls exchanged glances, curious as to why the singer had not yet appeared. Getting rather impatient, Antoinette called out once again, "Umm... Signora? If you would please come--" But poor Antoinette was rudely interrupted.
"I do not see why I must come here! This is stupid!" raved Carlotta, her thick Italian accent making it a chore to figure out what she was saying.
Madeleine never was one to anger quickly, so it was Antoinette who immediately lashed back at the complaining opera singer. "You are here because I said so! And you will cooperate and do exactly as I tell you. UNDERSTAND?"
Carlotta was quickly put back in her place, and she nodded meekly, sitting daintily down in the recliner. "Si," she replied, her tone instantly returning to a more normal one.
Madeleine looked at her sister, brow raised. "We."
Antoinette blinked, not understanding. "Uh... What?"
Madeleine was more than happy to explain. "She's here because we said so. And she'll do what we tell her to do. Understand?"
Though Antoinette understood, she wasn't happy about being interrupted. "Whatever." She lifted up her clipboard, scanning the information for a brief moment. "Now, Signora, from what I've learned from your therapist, it seems that you have many, um... Issues. For example, you seem to be extremely resentful of just about everyone around you. Now--"
"Plus you eat hats." Madeleine was more than happy to contribute this tidbit, but Antoinette didn't appreciate it.
"She... eats hats?"
Even Carlotta was confused on this one. "I eat hats?"
Madeleine obviously just couldn't tell why no one understood her. "Uh, yeah. Remember? She goes-" With this Madeleine dramatically replicated a scene from the movie right before their eyes, accent and all. "I have not my costume for Act Three because somebody not feenish eet! And I 'ate my att'!"
Carlotta was apparently not at all flattered having been mimicked right before her eyes. "How dare you, you little... You little..." She hadn't the words to describe her sudden hatred for Madeleine. And so the diva rose from her chair and stormed out of the room all in a huff. Antoinette, once again, was quite displeased with the way her sister was handling these sessions.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" spat Antoinette, glaring angrily at Madeleine.
Madeleine pouted, shrinking back in her chair. "It's not like I can help it..."
Antoinette once again rolled her eyes, glancing at her clipboard to see who was after Carlotta on the list. "Managers, you're up!"
"Ooh... Double trouble."