The Opera Populaire was shaking with the soprano La Carlotta's voice, the ballet dancers were warming up, tonight was the show of Hannibal. Everything was going quite well, until there was a sudden interruption by the manager.
"Monsieur Reyer, Madam Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please if I can have for attention as you know for some weeks you have all heard rumors of my retirement, I am here to tell you these rumors are true. It is my pleasure to introduce you to the two men who now own the opera populaire. Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre."
"We are also pleased to introduce to you our new patron the vicomte de changy."
A man began to walk to the door, one of the ballet dancers turned to her friend
"Meg it's him, it's Raoul before my father died, at the house by the sea, my father used to tell us stories about a girl, Little Lottie, Raoul thought I was like her. From then on he called me Little Lottie. I haven't seen him since then"
"Christine he's very handsome"
The man began to give a speech, but Christine couldn't stop staring at him, she knew it was him. So much had changed. The childish games they once played, and the stories that were once told, were all so long ago. Now it was like he was no one.
Raoul now finished his speech, and walked past her. In a way, Christine was hurt he didn't recognize her.
The practice began again, the new managers were entranced by the beautiful ballet dancers, Carlotta noticed. When the end of the act had come, she knew what she was going to do.
"I hope your vicomte is as amused by the dancers as you are, because I will not be singing."
The men looked at each other and at the same time exclaimed
"What do we do?"
"Grovel, grovel, said the previous manager."
They hurried to catch Carlotta.
"Goddess of the stage, with her great beauty!" Andre said.
"Yes, yes!" She replied.
Remembering that there was a song that the diva sung alone in the play, Firmin wasted no time saying
"Isn't there a great song in act three of Hannibal?"
"Yes there is, but I do not have my costume for act three, because someone didn't finish it!" She yelled staring at her costume maker.
"Would you enchant us with your song please, miss?" Andre asked.
"If my managers insist, Meistro act three please!" She began singing her voice carried, it was a bit painful, but it was what the people loved. The managers swayed with the music. Suddenly a large tarp used for a background fell on Carlotta, she got up angrier than before.
"That's it!"
"Senora these things do happen." Firmin stated
"For the past three years these things do happen, well until these things stop happening this thing doesn't happen!" She said pointing to herself. Then she proceeded to grab her things and left. The managers were stunned.
"She will come back wont she?" Asked Andre.
"You think so Monsieur" Madam Giry smirked.
Then men didn't know what to do, they had just taken over, and already they had lost their star.
"We will have to refund a full house Andre, a full house!" Ranted Firmin.
In the middle of their panic attack, they heard Madam Giry.
"Christine Daae could sing it sir."
"What the chorus girl don't be ridiculous!" Andre stated.
"She has been taking lessons from a great tutor"
"Who?" Andre said staring at Christine.
"I don't know his name sir" she bashfully looked at him
The managers gave in.
"Well alright." They still weren't convinced until they saw her open her mouth and her beautiful voice carried through out the whole opera house. They smiled.
"Very well Miss Daae will be singing the lead tonight."
