Black Rose, Chapter Two: The True Madness Begins
AN: Thank you all for the great reviews except for the anonymous one… Well, here's chapter!
This has been officially revised!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTO… darn…
The person in the shadows was neither good nor bad. He wasn't really human. He was really more of a horrible memory from long ago, a memory that stayed within the opera house, but whenever the front doors opened a fragment of those memories disappeared into air… (This paragraph dedicated to Annie!)
"Liz could you act a little more proper." Jeron asked with pleading innocent eyes.
"Proper? Proper! You want me to act proper in the Paris Opera- oh, now I get it… fine… I'll try."
"Good, so… do we need a guide or anything?" Nathan asked looking at the magnificent building in a stupefied awe.
"Heck no! I'll be the tour guide!" Amber snapped.
"Amber, have you ever been here before?" Liz asked, amused.
"No…"
"Have you even seen it other than pictures of it or in the movie?"
"Well, not really…"
"So how can you give us a tour?"
"Uhh…"
"That's it, we're getting a professional!"
"Whatever."
The Opera house stood up looming over the American teens, the Apollo liar glistening with all of its glory at the very top with the Parisian blue sky as its wide open background. The building gave off an old gothic air that sent everything into a different perspective as soon as you came near it.
On the sides magnificent statues of stone and gold angels rested in heavenly poses, their stone eyes following you. Circular windows spread across the building, each carved and displayed with detail. The sun above sent light splattering onto each statue making it seem as if god himself was looking down open this superlative meticulous and intriguing building.
After getting a tour guide, they realized their mistake. She rambled on and on about anything and everything! The young Americans where dying the worst, most painful death… by boredom. "This Opera House is the largest theater in the world! Though it only holds a little over 2,000 people. They began building it in 1861 and didn't finish until 1875, and it all cast a total of 47 million francs.
"Did you know that this opera house has 2,500 doors, eighty or more dressing rooms with anterooms and wardrobe closets, and eight other huge dressing rooms?" She asked perkily. After passing through the passage, they found themselves on the grand staircase. Amber and Liz giggled, remembering the Phantom of the Opera movie. The air around them was thick with an old mystery.
Their blonde-haired, blue-eyed tour guide stopped talking suddenly and smiled warmly. Looking in front of them they found a man walking their way. He had dark red hair and azure eyes. "Hello Emily." He says, stopping in front of the tour guide.
"Hey Jake." She said softly batting her eyelashes.
"Aw. You're giving a tour…" He trailed off.
"Yes I am. Oh, and everyone this is my fiancé Jake."
They nodded at him and smiled. "Have you told them about the curse upon the opera house yet?" He asks looking at her intently.
She gave a small laugh and says, "Jake that is an old legend."
"Not according to your great-grandmother."
"She was just joking around, Jake."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Tiffiny asks looking back and forth between the two engaged people.
"Well you see I'm the great-granddaughter of Meg Giry. She was a ballet girl, and instructor in this opera house decades ago. Not to mention a witness of the phantom and his doings. I myself believe nothing of this." She says, sighing.
"Cool! We know all about the phantom, we've studied up on the phantom legend." Liz says, nodding vigorously.
"Well, then you know that he is still here, seeking revenge." Jake says in a low monotone.
Everyone starts laughing, including Jake. Then they continued on the tour.
Amber became giddy as they continued on and somehow managed to lose the group and found herself on the stage. "Hello, is anyone there?" she called out, walking across the stage looking out at the seats. She shuddered with fear of being alone and called out once more, "is anyone there?"
"Yes." Calls a voice coming from nowhere. She looks around, confused until a head of messy brown hair pops up from behind the grand piano.
"Oh, hello…" she trails off confused.
"Okay, sing please." The guy says from behind the piano again.
"Huh?"
"Sing!"
"Wait, see I-"
"Sing!"
"Okay already! But… umm… what?"
"Anything!" the voice snaps.
"Umm… I'll sing… my own song, You Can."
"Alright, I'll try to follow along."
"Okay…" ((I, TopazOwl wrote this song. Do not copy.))
You can…
You can take my happiness
You can take my innocence
But you can't take the truth behind the lie.
Workers backstage, making new props, came up to listen to the music being sung.
You hold me with the key
That will free me
I want to fly
Fly away.
Ladies of the ballet stopped stretching and listened to the singing. They came besides the workers, whispering such things as, "Her voice is pure ecstasy." ((And sounds of the editor of this story throwing up were heard throughout the opera house.)) And "Christine Daae's reincarnation?"
The sunset will be my ground
And I will be free
You can take my love
You can take my life
But you can't take the truth behind the lie…
She ended the song, giving a small curtsy. Clapping suddenly came from around her. Blushing, she jumped off the stage and walked to the grand piano.
"Could you please help me find my way out of here?" Amber asks, looking at the boy with messy chocolate brown hair and dark azure eyes.
"At the moment, all I want to show you is the pen to sign a contract." He says with a thick accent she hadn't noticed before.
"Huh?"
"You must join the opera. Your voice is magnificent! It was so pure, so honest."
"Umm… thanks but no thanks. Now could you show me the way out, please?"
"What's your name?" he asked, walking over to her.
"Amber. Yours?"
"I'm Chase André, manager of this opera house."
"You seem young for being a manager."
"Well you see, my father owns this opera house, so I run it for him."
"Hey Amber! Where the heck have you been!" Liz yells from the large door leading out of the room.
"Uhh, places…"
"Come on, let's go! We're going to get ice cream!"
"Cool!" she yells. Amber smiles at Chase and says, "sorry for keeping you." As she walks away Chase eyes her smirking. The bet was on.
AN: In the next chapter the bet will be explained.
Editor: (reads over chapter three) where? I'm not seeing anything about a bet…
Topaz: umm… for now review! Oh and the phantom is so friggen hot! (Giggle) even ImmortalFire503, my great friend and editor, agrees with me.
Editor: yeah… that's so true! (Drools over Gerard Butler)
