and it doesn't help that my brother is asking repeatedly, "What do you want?" for i don't know.
fasinating.
Part Twelve:
The performance was beautiful, no doubt about that, Lark felt breathless as the last of act 5 came to an end. The lead singer, Lark didn't know her name, had come to the part where after she sang the last verse she had to tear of the locket around her throat and throw it into the crowd; very dramatic. As the woman finished the song, she tugged it off and hurled the jewelry into the crowd gracefully; Lark followed the necklace with her eyes as it soared through the air and landed on the golden hand of a statue near Erik's box.
Watching, Lark could see him recoil deeper into the shadows as people in the crowd turned in their seats to see where the jewelry piece had landed. "Rotten luck, there…" Lark muttered, causing an unsuspected ballerina to jump; the dancer hadn't seen Lark hiding in the curtains. Looking at the box, Lark saw that Erik had left.
The girl looked up at the gold statue and sighed sadly, pity it was stuck there…but perhaps she could get it later. Waiting for the last of the performers to pass her, Lark left her hideaway from behind the curtains. All the people had left now, and the performers had started to clear up the stage. Smiling happily, Lark went to join the others in cleaning the steps.
It was eating at her mind; surely she could go see the stage? Or to be more precise, the box five. Lark lay on her bed staring at the ceiling; her thoughts boring into her head. She was itching to get up and move around, tired though she was, she got a strange urge to move about. It was like that even before coming to the Opera Populaire that Lark would get the need to, in a way, prowl around. She couldn't stand it any more. Getting up, Lark changed quickly to her pants and shirt before leaving the room.
Peering out her door cautiously, the girl looked around for anyone in the hall in case someone was out there for the night. Everyone was sleeping or gone as Lark crept quietly out of her new room. Thankfully not many people had rooms close to hers so she could leave easily without waking anyone. The girl wanted to see the box where the man was, perhaps there was something of interest in there, besides, she was curious about the box before Erik was there.
Entering the stage room she could only marvel for a moment at the beautiful statues and carvings, each a gorgeous gold coloring that it seemed possible if they were actual gold. 'How did they carve it?' she wondered quietly as she continued on her way.
Walking behind the stage to the hallways where you entered the boxes, Lark stopped at the door marking 5 in gold plating. Peering into the box, the girl was not surprised to see it empty. There were four gold-framed chairs with plush crimson cushions and matching curtains framed around the opening. Lark felt one of the chair's frames in awe as she admired the craftsmanship of the seat.
Something glittered in the corner of her eye. Turning around swiftly Lark looked at where the glitter had come up. "Oh!" she said in a hushed voice, there on the fingers of the golden statue outside the box was the beautiful necklace the Prima Donna had thrown. Starting forward eagerly, a crinkle of paper made Lark look down.
Moving her boot away she saw that she had accidentally trod on a half finished music sheet. Picking it up she straightened the paper as best she could and placed it on the chair; whoever left it would probably come and get it back. Turning back to the necklace, Lark leaned out slightly and reached with her hand for the piece of jewelry. No, still too far, the girl leaned out a bit further stretching her fingers.
The fingertips could barely touch it; grimacing Lark hitched herself onto the rail and reached out once again, straightening her arm as far as it would go. Busy with the necklace, Lark didn't notice her hip sliding off the other side of the ledge and gave a choked out gasp as she fell.
Updated. XD
frankly i can see this happening, can't you?