(A/N) Ok I am entirely new to this whole writing stories thing, but I really enjoy doing this. These stories are from my quizilla profile. There will also be singing so bare with me. I should also tell you that this chapter is going to be a little boring.
It seems like only yesterday that the world famous Opera Populaire burned to the ground. I was twenty at the time. I had became a made at the opera house when I was sixteen after my uncle, who was my guardian died. My mother had passed away when I was born, while my father was a drunken brute, who never once cared about me. He would let his friends come and beat and rape me until they were completely satisfied. Thank the Lord for my uncle, for he truly saved me from darkness.
Opera Populaire 1870
It was the year 1870, a year that I will never forget. My best friend, Alla and I were assigned the duty of cleaning the sea of red velvet chairs. Doing the work was hard labor, but at least we got to do it together. The entire opera house was in a rush to get the place spectacular for tonight's opera, Hannibal.
As Alla and I were dusting the owner of Opera Populaire, Monsieur Lefevre, came walking in with two other gentlemen. One of them was short and had hair as white as snow, while the other was tall and was only in the beginning of growing grey hairs. Alla and I stopped what we were doing to listen in on their conversation:
Monsieur Reyer said, "Gentlemen, gentlemen-"
"Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production of Chalumeau's Hannibal," Monsieur Lefevre said.
"Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing," said Monsieur Reyer frustrated.
"Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry. Ladies and gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention here for a moment? As most of you know, for some weeks there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these are all true," Monsieur Lefevre said sadly.
"I knew it," I told Alla, who just rolled her eyes.
"Ah-Ah," La Carlotta, our prima Donna, said to Piangi.
"And it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire: Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre. I am sure you have read of their recent fortune in the Junk business," Lefevre said.
"Scrap metal, actually," Andre said.
Alla and I giggled at Monsieur Andre's correction.
"And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron," Monsieur Firmin stated.
"The Vicomte de Chagny," Andre said.
I gasped. "It's Raoul," Alla looked at me surprised, "Before my uncle died, his father and my uncle were business partners for many years. I guess you can say we were really good friends."
"Emily he is so cute, and probably very rich," Alla squealed.
"He would tell me these stories about an Angel of Music, and a girl named Little Lotte. Boy, how I could listen to those stories for hours," I said remembering those days when Raoul would tell me the stories for hours.
"My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire," Raoul said.
La Carlotta came walking up to Raoul.
"Vicomte, gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons," Monsieur Lefevre said.
"Brava! Brava," said Piangi and all of Carlotta's little followers!
Alla and I giggled, not knowing that someone was in the shadows laughing quietly too.
"Oh and how can I forget, Signor Ubaldo Piangi," said Monsieur Lefevre embarrassedly.
Raoul shook his hand, "An honor signor. I believe I am keeping you from your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies to you all, for my interruption."
"Thank you, monsieur le Vicomte! Once more if you please, Signor," Monsieur Reyer said.
"He loves me. He love me, love me, love me.
Alla and I laughed once more, before I said, "Come on, we better get back to work."
"Alright," she sighed.
As we were continuing our work Carlotta began to scream about how, all the managers want is the dancing girls. It was a daily routine for La Carlotta to scream and pout about something.
"Will she ever, shut up," Alla asked?
"Carlotta, never," I said. Once again we stopped our work to here what Carlotta was saying:
"I hope he is as excited about dancing girls as your new managers, because I will not be singing," she screamed!
"Not again," Alla moaned.
Monsieur's Andre and Firmin turned to Monsieur Lefevre for help.
"What do we do," Andre asked helplessly?
"Grovel, grovel, grovel," Lefevre said.
"Right," Firmin said.
"Bella Diva," Monsieur Andre said.
"Goddess of song," Monsieur Firmin said.
"Monsieur Reyer isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act. 3 of Hannibal," Andre asked?
"When will she learn that a frog could sing better than her," I whispered to Alla? She shrugged.
"Yes, yes, but no. For I don't even have my costume ready, for somebody didn't finish it," she yelled!
"Perhaps the signora- -," Monsieur Firmin said.
"Yes, Monsieur Reyer," Carlotta asked, putting the poor maestro on the spot.
"If my diva commands," he said.
"Yes, I do," Carlotta said turning on her heels to get to the center of the stage.
Alla and I laughed again, and Carlotta gave us a murderous look. We both stopped laughing and continued out dusting.