My Love, My Future, My Life

Chapter 18

You will Ask Questions

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"Oh, so you mean do this?" Erik asked squeezing her tighter.

"Can't breathe...Will kill me…fast…"

"I wonder if it is too late to think of a new career for you my dear. Acting is not your forte."

"Oh shut up, I really couldn't breathe"

Erik responded by throwing a blank piece of sheet music at her, and was greeted with a nice, pink tongue. It was un-lady like and he said so.

"Eat my shorts" Sophie told him, trying not to turn into a laughing pile of mush on the floor. That was one of her favorite sayings and just because she was in a time where women were expected to behave, well let's say that wasn't going to stop her.

"Mon Ange I think I will pass on eating your shorts, but come. It is now time for rehearsals and you will be missed. Grab your friend and we shall congregate back in your room."

"Erik is this really going to work?" she asked sitting in the boat trying to balance herself.

"Is what going to work my dear?"

"Trying to embarrass Melanie. I mean I haven't exactly been here long enough to dig up some real dirt on her."

"Then you will research mon ange, I'm aware you haven't spent much girl time with her, but maybe other girls here have. You will have to research."

Ugh I hated research! I was never good at it.

"Think of it as a challenge Sophie. I know you well enough now to know you like to be challenged."

"Says who?"

"Says me, that's who. Now this won't happen unless you are committed."

"I seem to remember this talk before." Sophie said sarcastically stepping out of the freshly docked boat. She was a ball buster, and knew it. Erik was rather fun to annoy although she was worried that one day he wouldn't figure out that she was only playing.

"You're going to send me to an early grave. And I mean a real live hole in the ground." Erik said winking. "Now listen to me, you go down there and get it done. You talk, you ask questions, and you beg and plead if you have to."

"Yes father. Anything you say. After that, may I go to bed or does the farm need to be plowed?"

Erik poked her in the shoulder with the oar of the boat almost causing her to trip over her feet. "Go on"

Ugh! Slave driver! Sophie thought opening the mirror and quietly slipping inside. I wonder what he would be like as a voice coach. Maybe I should really give Christine more credit.

"Sophie, Rehearsals in 2 minutes, Better start moving" Madame Giry announced, banging on her door; scaring the poop out of Sophie.

"Yes Madam, I'm coming. I will be there."

Madame Giry moved on, knocking the next door to alert the owner of that room.

Well. Sophie thought tying her hair into a bun and grabbing her shoes. Let's have at it. Melanie, let the games begin… Again.

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"My God, Sophie I have so much to tell you" Kaitlyn squealed nosily. Madame Giry looked at the two sternly and Kaitlyn gulped. She hadn't meant to cause a ruckus and hoped they wouldn't get in trouble.

"Quiet girls! Your brain cannot think of dance while your heart is occupied.'

"Kaitlyn shh, you'll get us thrown out. Meeting, back at my room. After rehearsals." Sophie whispered stretching her leg out on the barre while keeping on eye on the movements of the perfectionist ballet mistress.

While the girls danced, Melanie took it upon herself to sit in the front row and "critique" the girls as an audience member. When Sophie pointed the wrong leg she was deemed as 'Hopeless", When Marie, one of the younger girls at only 9 years old tripped and fell, Melanie called her a demerit on the ballet troop.

Sophie saw Kaitlyn pick up a prop behind them on the floor, which just happened to be a woman's high healed shoe. The girls spun gracefully and the shoe went flying. Sophie ducked her head and bit the inside of her lip to keep from laughing out loud as Melanie flew into a rage holding her eye. She succeeded in not laughing out loud, but was unsuccessful in letting out a snort. Thank God nobody else noticed. They were all busy with Melanie. As the ballet rats rushed over to look at the fallen singer, Sophie shot Kaitlyn a wink and went over with the rest of the concerned girls.

Oh that was great! she thought. I hope Erik saw that.

"I did," Came a familiar voice in her head.

"Damnit Erik, why or how do you keep doing that." she muttered, so quietly under her breath.

"Never mind Mon Ange, now our time has come. You will go and accompany her back to her dressing room and will then decide to take care of her. In that way, we shall acquire the information we need."

Hold up now, I'm going to do what??

"Just do it," Erik snapped, and then he was gone.

Sophie was stuck. Erik didn't sound like he was in the best of moods. She didn't want to ignore him and risk his temper, but fawning over Melanie and being at her beck and call was more than she could handle. Damn I was doing fine for myself until Erik decided to show up she thought angrily. I would have been alright.. In fact I WAS alright.. Before he let me stay…Before he showed concern.

No you wouldn't her conscience argued. If it wasn't for him, you would be lost and alone in a strange century with no one to turn to.

Ugh, Alright, Alright. Fine! I'll do it.

"Madame? Might I volunteer to take Melanie back up to her room and see if she needs anything."

Madame Giry looked up, confused. It was not plain to see that Melanie and Sophie were not the best of friends. However, Sophie did seem more than willing to be of service, so maybe the past spats were history. "Yes of course dear, go right ahead."

"I don't want her," Melanie spat, as if Sophie would lead her through fire to her death. It didn't help that she flung "Her" as though it burned her tongue just to say.

Psh! I don't want you either bioatch.

"Melanie now that is not very thoughtful. Sophie is willing to help you and only wants to make sure you are alright. Now you will go and don't argue."

Now I know how Erik got so bossy.

Rolling her eyes, Melanie reluctantly took Sophie's outstretched hand and leaned on her for support.

Kaitlyn gave Sophie a "what the hell are you doing?" look but Sophie shrugged it off. She'd explain later.

"That's more like it," Madame Giry sat back, apparently pleased. "Now off with you both. And the rest of you," she shouted to the ballet rats. "We are still in rehearsals. They will be extended for another 25 minutes. Take your positions!"

Melanie and Sophie left to the sound of whinesgroans.