My first fan fiction. It was originally posted on a different website before I came here, so yeah... Enjoy. ( The newer chapters are better, I swear! )
Chapter 1
I love winter! Maxine thought as she sloshed through the now wet snow. But I hate it when the snow melts! It was almost spring, and the snow was melting rapidly. All of the broughams simply passed by whenever she would try to catch one.
"Stupid drivers! Stupid tourists!" She muttered. She hated having to walk to the Opera House. She loved to see the newest operas that were being played, but having to walk a mile and a half to see them was so annoying. But she was also excited to hear the new gossip going around. Lately, the ballet-brats and La Sorrelli have been chatting about Christine Daae's random disappearances. There has also been a lot of talk of the Opera Ghost, and how he appeared after Mlle. Daae's great triumph.
"Finally!" She exclaimed under her breath after seeing the magnificent building.
She entered through the great doors and attempted to squeeze pass the many people in line. She was a good friend of Monsieur Moncharmin's, and he often sold her a ticket before hand. That was another thing she loved about the Opera House. She never had to wait in line, and when she did, it was a performance that she had seen before, so she wasn't in such a rush. When she entered the auditorium, she recognized a familiar face.
"M. Moncharmin!" she called and waved up to the two men in their own private box. Richard and Monhcarmin waved back to the scrawny woman in a beautiful white and pink dress. She glanced around and noticed a dark shadow in Box 5 and instantly knew who it was. Still unseen by the Opera Ghost, she turned quickly and went to her seat. Had she been seen, it would have been the Punjab Lasso for her, and she knew that very well. She and the Persian had conversed and traded information about the Opera Ghost.
They are going to have a full house tonight. Good money… She thought. She sat and looked at her program. The newest opera was going to be about an hour and a half. Trying to get her mind off of who she had seen in Box 5, she pulled out her fan and started fiddling with it. Such a silly fan, She thought, looking it over thoroughly. It had a black, wooden frame, a lovely cream colored material that made the actual fan, and a beautiful maroon lace broider.
When the opera started, she set the fan on her lap and listened intently. La Carlotta was doing marvelously well tonight. She had a new triumphant air about her. She watched as the ballet dancers swirled gracefully about the prima donna. She noticed that Mlle. Daae was back, but was not singing tonight. Just being a corky ballet dancer. She closed her eyes and listened to the angelic music.
A tap on Max's shoulder woke her.
"What? What is it?" She asked confused. She looked at her surroundings and realized that she had fallen asleep during the performance. Monsieur Comte de Chagny was standing above her holding back a smile.
"I'm afraid you fell asleep, Madame! You missed a great opera." He said laughing.
"It's great to see you, Monsieur!" She replied, scowling playfully at him. He laughed again and began to exit. Following was his younger brother, le Vicomte de Chagny. "Good evening, Messieurs." She called after them. Monsieur le Viscount lifted his hand in dismissal. He's not in his right mind today! Quite rude, actually, She thought bitterly. "Probably off to see Mlle. Daae." She said under her breath. "I have not talked with her yet. I'm very anxious to meet her." She continued. "I really must stop talking to myself! People will think I'm mad!" She sighed.