Two hours later, Christine sat fidgeting with her ballet costume. It was a light green with gold trim around the hems. They were rehearsing for the play,Hannibal. The Vicomete de Chagny and his composer sat just outside the curtains, as they were going to watch this dress rehearsal. All of the other dancers had rushed to see them, but Christine could care less. She hadn't heard or seen hide or hair of them. And it didn't worry her one bit. It became a game, almost, to see how long she could avoid them.
"1 minute ladies!" Madame Giry barked from the left side of the stage. Meg Giry, her bouncy daughter, burst into the room. Her blue eyes matched her vivacious spririt and her golden hair shone radiantly.
"Oh Christine, you look beautiful! And the Vicomete..oh he's so handsome...and the composer..Oh Christine..!" Meg bubbled enthusiastically.
"Hush Meg, it's time to perform!" Christine hissed through clenched teeth.
Just then the curtains rose, and Carlotta's song "Think of Me" began to play.
Christine twirled three times then gracefully spun to the ground with the other girls. Oh, how she loved this song. And how it irked her to have Carlotta sing it. Howling dogs probably could have preformed it better.
"Think of me..Think of me fondly..when we've said goodbye.."
Christine cringed.
"..Remember me, once in awhile, please promise me you'll try!" The Itailian soprano sceeched.
Christine mouthed the words longingly.
POV: Raoul de Chagny
Raoul de Chagy gazed up at the majestic stage, his baby blue eyes admiring it's beauty. His eyes quickly roamed Carlotta as she sang "Think of Me." I should have brought ear plugs, he thought bitterly. Although the women was sexy, he voice sounded like a strangled chicken. Raul then surveyed the dancers. There was a pretty blonde with perky boobs and golden blonde hair. There was also a few brunettes, a redhead, two black haired girls.. then he saw her.
She twirled onto the stage with the grace of a trained professional. Her slim figure stayed in strict tune with the melody, and her curves spun her delciously around. Oh, my. The goddess slowly sank to the ground as Carlotta began singing. He watched the goddess dancer cringe as Carlotta began, then watched as her pink lips began to softly mouth the words. Raul smiled as the dancer rose sensually to her feet and began to glide across the stage. I must know who that girl is..
POV: The Composer
The composer stared keenly at the stage. Whoever hired Carlotta must have been deaf, he thought in disgust. She was attractive, no doubt, but her voice made him wish he could strangle himself. However, he was here for a purpose. A composer he was, and he had an opera he wanted performed. He didn't really like the managers here, or even Raoul really, but he used Raoul to get fame. Now, he no longer needed him, but it was good socially to be recognized with him. It protected his face-literally. And now, he would use the managers of this Opera House to achieve the glory and praise he sought for his masterpieces. However much he disliked Raoul or it's managers, he appreciated this Opera House greatly. It was glorious, and he believed that his musical genious could blossom here. If only she was here.. He missed her. Oh, how he missed her. He hadn't seen her in months. If my angel were here, she could dominate the stage, and overthrow La Carlotta's musical reign. Suddenly, his body went rigid. There she was. Right in front of him. She had just twirled onto the stage, flaunting her perfect body.
Carlotta sang; she cringed.
Carlotta continued; she mouthed the words.
How he wished he could remove Carlotta and let her voice fill the opera house. His angel was here, and he would never let her wander from him again!