Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters, except Kara who of course is my own character. I do NOT own any of the songs from ALW, this is my first fan fiction writing so please be kind
The next day Christine came to wake Kara up, for it was 4:30am and she still hadn't risen out of bed. She carefully opened the doors to her room, and quietly walked over to her bedside and shook her softly, but firmly.
"Kara? Come on please wake up, we have ballet to go over remember?"Kara moaned as she awoke from her sleep. She wasn't used to getting up so early in the morning, and she was in no mood for dancing instructions today, but turning with a sigh towards Christine, she smiled and shook her head.
"Alright I'm getting up…can I just have 5 more minutes?" whined Kara.
"Common silly you have to get up! Do you want to let Madame Giry down? Besides you have to practice if you want to impress the manager." Christine said.
She never really thought of trying to impress anyone, all she wanted to do was sleep more, but she did realize that if it were not for Madame Giry's help, she should be out on the streets right now begging for a place to stay.
Kara crawled out of her warm bed, and stretched her arms. Christine was rummaging through one of the drawers looking for a proper outfit for Kara to wear, because she had no ballet tights, shoes, or stockings.
"Here we are! I think this will have to do for today I'm afraid."
The clothes she had picked out were simple; a pair of black tight pants, what seemed to look like a white tank top. They weren't as extravagant as Christine's, but she was grateful that she managed to find something that would be close enough to the real thing.
"These will do just fine Christine, thank you." Kara said gratefully.
"I do have a pair of Pointe shoes that you can borrow, by looking at the size of your feet you should fit into them just nicely." Giggled Christine.
She couldn't but help giggle too. Kara knew that her feet were very small for her age, but she never took offence to what anyone said that her features…she had enough memories of him saying things like that to her.
"Well I'll leave you to get dressed, do you think that you can remember your way back to the ballet room?"
"Yes, I'm positive that I know where to go, you showed me almost 3 times yesterday remember?" laughed Kara.
Christine smiled and laughed as she closed the door to give Kara some privacy changing. The clothes were easy to get into, it didn't involve lots of concentration like one of the corsets she remembered seeing on la Carlotta yesterday. It looked like the women who wear them hardly had any air left in them to breath!
She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look bad, but the black pants were a little too…well revelling in some areas…mainly the part between her legs. She would have to be careful when she did a jump or a stretch, not wanting it to bunch up or pull in the front. Kara laughed when she thought of the matter.
When she left like she was decent, she pulled her hair into a bun and secured it with a pink ribbon that she had found. She remembered dancing back at home, but she was never on Pointe. She didn't want to seem un-professional so she lied and said that she had been on Pointe shoes. Kara knew that the pain was going to kill her, for she practiced when she was little on her mom's old Pointe shoes.
She walked to the door and out of the room and towards the ballet room. Christine was there holding a pair of Pointe shoes.
"Here it's a new pair so I'm sure that you will be able to use them." Boasted Christine.
"Thank you…um Christine it hurts going on Pointe doesn't it?"
"Yes sometimes its unbearable! But you know all about that don't you?"
"Yes, I guess I do…" quivered Kara.
Together they laced up their shoes, and Christine began to teach her the steps that Madame Giry had taught them about a month ago. The steps were not hard, but Kara was straining and in the most pain that she had ever been in when she hoisted all her weight onto her toes. She tried not to scream, so she bit her bottom lip until she could taste blood in her mouth.
"Wow…'huff'…you are…'huff'…doing really well for learning…'huff'…steps in one class!" huffed a tired Christine.
"Well I was always told that I was a fast learner!" gasped Kara.
Both girls took a break, as they rested their tired bodies against the glass walls in the room. Kara happened to look down when she noticed that her new Pointe shoes that Christine had given her were ruined…with blood.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry Christine I didn't mean to ruin your new shoes! I'll buy you a pair when I get some money I promise!" Kara was panicking; she never intended to push herself so far that she would ruin her new friends Pointe shoes.
"Oh my goodness Kara your toes are bleeding! I know that mine to do not as much as this! Here take them off!" Christine had a tone of panic in her voice as well, but not for the shoes, for her friend.
Kara untied her shoes, only to come upon a sight for toes and ankles covered in her own blood. She didn't look ill; she only looked like she couldn't believe how much was actually wasted on her own stupidity. She did this to herself because she could tell the truth to Christine and her own teacher. Besides all the pain she went through, she actually did a good job.
"Wait here Kara, I'll go and pick you up a cold towel."
Christine rose, and ran through the door. Kara could hear Christine say 'excuse me' as she quickly passed the people in the hall. Kara could only smile at the kindness that Christine was showing her, she only knew her only a day, but it felt like she had known her forever.
Suddenly a voice came, and it was laughing.
"Who's there!" yelled Kara.
"A very amused watcher." It said.
"Where are you? Show yourself!" she yelled louder than before.
"Why put yourself through so much pain when you don't even know how to use them?" the voice taunted.
She never left so insulted in her whole life. How dare this watcher insult her the way that it was.
"I can tell from your voice that you are a man, and I would think that a man would say more kinder things to a lady!" Kara said back sarcastically.
"I am a man but I am also a ghost." the man taunted.
"If you are trying to scare me Monsieur I am afraid that you are doing a very horrible job." She taunted back.
"You have quite the tongue on you, don't you?" the man laughed.
Kara said nothing, but she did try to stand up even though her toes were screaming in protest.
"I am through talking to you Monsieur Ghost, please leave me alone." She said with a more polite tone.
"As you wish Madame."
Kara listened, and she heard nothing. She was happy that that thing left her, but she couldn't help feel a little intrigued by this new what did he say? Oh yes this new watcher. She then heard a sound from the door.
"I'm so sorry Kara that I took longer than I should have." Christine said.
"It's alright Christine I had some…fun while you were gone." Smiled Kara.
"Why whatever do you mean?"
"Well please don't call me insane when I say this Christine, but I was talking to a ghost as it would seem." Laughed Kara.
"What did you say?"
Christine sounded very worried and shocked.
"What's wrong Christine? Did I say something wrong?" questioned Kara.
"No, but …Kara have you ever heard of the Opera Ghost?"
"The what?"
"The Opera Ghost."
Kara looked at Christine as if she were trying to get her to tell a huge secret.
"No I have not, just who is this Opera Ghost?"
"Kara please let us go to your room I would rather tell you about him there."
Kara nodded and followed Christine back to her room. She did have a hard time walking due to her feet will still in much pain. They soon reached her room and Christine quickly shut the door and locked it.
"Alright now tell me Christine, tell me about this Opera Ghost."
Christine cleared her throat as she began to tell the tale that she had heard when she cam to live here in the Opera house.