"Yes sir." Sarah replied, a small tremor in her voice.
"Who are you?" the voice was hard and cold, and there seemed to be a break in between each word.
"My name is Sarah Eklund, I am the Costume Mistress." Sarah replied, attempting to turn. This earned her another jab with the pistol.
"Do not turn. Why are you here? Why didn't you leave?" the Voice demanded once again, and Sarah could hear just a tiny bit of fear, maybe confusion in the voice.
"I cannot leave."
"Why?" the voice softened just a small bit, but not dramatically.
"I am apprenticed to the opera house." Sarah replied, feeling the gun lower.
"You may turn around now." The voice stated.
Sarah turned around cautiously after making sure her veil was in place.
The man facing her was very tall. He towered above her, and his posture screamed threatening. He was wearing what looked like an expensive French suit, but the cape he was wearing hid it somewhat. But what stole Sarah's breath and made her gasp, what truly made her eyes widen, was the mask.
The man wore a white half-mask, so white it caught the few rays of sun reaching into the dark hallway and shone.
And she had seen it before.
But before Sarah could say anything, before she could even call out, the man was gone. He disappeared in a flurry of gray smoke, leaving Sarah alone in the dark hallway. She picked up the rolls and cheese that had rolled out of the basket, then started back to her room, shivering slightly.
She sat the basket down on her desk, then began pulling out the drawers. She pulled out dressmaking patterns and pins, throwing them all over…searching… searching…
Laughing triumphantly, she retrieved a series of notes, pinned together with a straight pin.
Sitting cross-legged, her modesty forgotten, she began to reread them.
"Dear Young Seamstress
As you might have heard
I wish Miss Daae to play the Countess.
The Managers won't obey
But I ask you to make another dress
Like Carlotta's, only six sizes smaller."
The other notes were similar, each addressed to "Young Seamstress", requesting that she duplicate Carlotta's costume for Christine Daae.
Then one of the notes was signed with a drawing, a drawing of the same mask she had seen on the man.
Author's Note
So, here is chapter four. I briefly considered making the man with the gun Raoul or something just to troll you, but I decided not to.
Also, I attempted to make the note fit with the song, but it was tiresome, so I didn't.
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