as the authoress, you would think i should be more serious. oh well, too late to see that phyciatrist. (i can't even spell without spell check)
(That's sad)
ok, that was a burn. i need some ice with my burn. anyone have some ice?
here's chappy 8, enjoy!
# Part Eight:
"Mmm, I'm not sure that a young boy like you would want to be a maid…" the manager said, "It's hard work and usually the women do that sort of thing." Lark bit her lip before replying, "Oh no, monsieur, I don't mind cleaning at all! I actually enjoy it and I'll work at just five francs a week if that would help!" The manager looked up at the boy who stared back with almost pleading eyes. Strange how he would ask for less, the manager had several maids demand as much as twelve francs for their weekly pay. "Well I don't see a downside," he said slowly, "yes, well if you don't mind cleaning then please report to Madame Giry with this," he handed her a note, "and I welcome you to the Opera Populaire."
Lark beamed and bowed low to the manager and raced off to Madame Giry to give the note with the good news. The manager smiled, bemused, at the child's racing back. Shaking his head, his only other thought on the matter was, 'this place is rather dirty still, who knows? The boy could really help out…' Lark walked after running so she could look up at the rafters hoping to get perhaps another glimpse of the man. She didn't see him up there so she ran back to the stage where Madame Giry was shooing the ballet girls off; practice was over.
"Madame Giry!" squealed Lark happily, pushing the not into the woman's hand, "I got a job!" Madame Giry's eyebrows raised, "Indeed?" She read the note and tucked it in her pocket. Looking at Lark who was beaming at her she had to ask, "Only five francs a week, mademoiselle? That's not very much for a young girl like you…" The girl shrugged, "I don't really need a lot of money, just enough to let me be able to continue living here. I don't really have a place I was going to before, and I really like it here!" Madame Giry smiled gently and stroked the girl's short inch-below-the-ear hair. "You might have to have another room; we have another smaller vacant room that you can live in upstairs. It'll be closer to the main stairs and other rooms you'll have to clean."
Lark beamed at her and thanked the woman before asking, "Should I go move in my room, now?" Madame Giry nodded, "Only if you feel well enough, mademoiselle." Lark nodded solemnly then skipped down to the room to collect her things. Looking around the room Lark felt a bit sad to leave it. 'I'm not really leaving,' she thought.
"I get to work here so now I don't have to leave the Opera Populaire; so really I'm just moving to a different room!" Lark said out loud. Feeling satisfied, she gathered her cloak and was about to leave when the piano caught her attention. Maybe…it wouldn't hurt to play just one song, would it? After that she wouldn't touch it again, Lark promised silently to herself. Sitting down she felt the white and black keys. She grinned to herself and started to play.
Erik had heard that the small girl staying in the room would be working there in the Opera. 'So she isn't going to leave the Opera anytime soon…' He thought dryly. Walking silently among the rafters, Erik puzzled over the fact if this girl, Lark, was going to leave Christine's room or not. He would find Madame Giry, although he'd rather not, and ask if she would be leaving the room.
He nodded to himself then started toward the stage to look for Madame Giry. Passing the room, Erik looked down and saw Lark opening the door and entering her room. Curious, he descended to the floor and Erik paused by the door to see if he could hear any news of her actually leaving the room or not.
Erik grinned when he heard her talking out loud to herself; she would be leaving the room and was going to another to live! He cheered silently in his head; soon she would be out of his hair! Though, Erik hesitated, he wasn't as happy about it as he thought he would be. About to leave, Erik stopped and listened hard. Was that…?
Yes, music was pouring out of the room from the piano that was inside. It had never been played before, and Erik was quite unused to its sweet sounds. He listened for a moment or two; she really wasn't that bad, though he could hear a few errors here and there as she played. No longer listening to the sweet music, Erik swirled his cloak and walked away, he had a few errands to do and a busy schedule behind that…
Updated. XD