Inanna will be the Opera in this chapter, it is not mine. It was written probably before I existed. Mine will come later in the chapter, they will be unnamed.
Saya was a dancer and chorus girl in the Opera performances. A few hours before the performance, as she was coming out of the changing room with her costume on, Amshel and Joel walked in on stage with a few other men. The sun had set and that meant that the performance was so close the place went hectic with maids cleaning and orchestra practice and so on.
"We are proud to present Mr. Goldsmith, the wealthiest man in London. Now hurry up, you must practice. He will be out special guest these next few weeks," Joel told all his Opera singers. Saya blushed at the blonde one, Mr. Goldsmith. Now she wished that her costume wasn't so revealing around her stomach and chest.
"Saya, is that Solomon? That boy that you met last summer and really liked?" Min asked, coming up beside her. Saya fiddled with one of her hair adornments, admiring the smooth feel of the beads. She had met Solomon last summer after being introduced to him by Joel. Solomon was said to be looking for someone to sing at his father's birthday but never found anyone. Solomon had been informed of who Saya's teacher was and her sister's murder. Solomon had only stayed at the Opera House for a few hours listening to Opera singers but his interest was mainly on Saya.
"Ye-yeah. I-I never thought he'd be working an entire business, he's so young," Saya said. Solomon's father ran a huge company that was to be inherited to him. The company made quite a profit and all its workers benefited from it. Solomon's father had died.
"Go talk to him," Min said, giving her a slight push. Saya saw that he was being introduced to Annemarie. One of the head Opera singers, she could sing but it was quite annoying when she didn't get the right song. She also complained a lot and was quite snobby. She was also new and thought the stage belonged to her and only her.
Then, Solomon walked past Saya and Min without a single glance.
"He-he wouldn't remember me," Saya said regretfully. The music began to play and operatic voices filled the air.
Annemarie began to sing her part. (Inanna is Annemarie, some other guy is Anu)
INANNA: Oh my lonely wild-growing tree
Your roots are strong, but, what about me?
Homeless, hopeless, how could this be?
Lost without my love, Dumuzi
Oh my lonely wild-growing tree
How I long for a palace by the sea
A temple of stone that moves the sky
Or I fear that my broken heart will die...
Oh, I'm feeling lost inside
Oh, I've got no place to hide
Oh, I can't forget their cruelty
Or the way they've taken my love from me
How could I be so blind
Fall for their tricks this time?
If I could have a place to call my own
Across the world I would not have to roam
To find the things that make me feel I have some worth
Like you, I'd plant myself firmly in the earth
ANU: My dear Inanna, I've heard your cries
They fill the clouds with tears that fall down from the skies
It's good to see you safe, but not in all this pain
Don't you understand, it's good to have you back again
INANNA: But what is life, my god, Anu our king
Without Dumuzi? My heart no longer sings
And I have nowhere to lay my head
Those that hate me have taken my golden bed
ANU: My great-great-granddaughter, do not despair
Brush the twigs and leaves out of your hair
A temple you shall have, with stones that touch the sky
For it hurts me so, to see you cry
Annemarie voice did not fit right, her singing was too high.
"I do not want to play this part, I quit!" she whined and then stomped backstage.
"Annemarie!" Joel said. But she didn't listen; she crossed her arms and continued walking.
"Where are we going to find another singer to play Inanna?" Amshel said angrily. Joel looked around and grabbed Saya gently and showed her to Amshel.
"Saya, she has been taught well. Though, I don't think you have heard her sing," Joel said kindly. Amshel studied her for a moment and then grimaced at Joel.
"Beauty will not compensate for music. However, if she sings anything like her sister then show me what she can do," Amshel said. Joel walked Saya over to the front of the stage, Saya looked petrified.
The music started to play.
"Come now Saya, don't be frightened. I know you rarely sing," Joel said. Little did he know it usually with a small audience whenever she sang. She sang in smaller Opera houses and behind closed doors.
Saya cleared her throat and started to sing.
Oh my lonely wild-growing tree
Your roots are strong, but, what about me?
Homeless, hopeless, how could this be?
Lost without my love, Dumuzi
Oh my lonely wild-growing tree
How I long for a palace by the sea
A temple of stone that moves the sky
Or I fear that my broken heart will die...
Oh, I'm feeling lost inside
Oh, I've got no place to hide
Oh, I can't forget their cruelty
Or the way they've taken my love from me
How could I be so blind
Fall for their tricks this time?
If I could have a place to call my own
Across the world I would not have to roam
To find the things that make me feel I have some worth
Like you, I'd plant myself firmly in the earth
Saya stopped singing and then turned around to Joel, the people on stage were petrified.
"Wonderful Saya! What do you say Amshel?" Joel asked.
"She's even better than as her sister, come now Saya. The performance is tonight and we must rehearse," Amshel said.
That night Saya was presented on stage. She sang beautifully, being careful not to hit any wrong notes or sing to high. The last song had finally came, Saya stood still and smiled.
Now I've gotten everything I wanted, but I feel it's not what I need
Was Dumuzi right when he said I loved to kill, and watch men bleed
My mind is full of thoughts and things that I can't explain
After all that I've been through I still feel that I have no name
Oh, if I'm a goddess, why do I feel I have no control?
Will I have to conquer every land that I see
Before I feel whole?
Should I tear down their walls?
Should I break down their doors?
I can't fight this madness
Oh, I've got to have more
And no one can stop me...
Now the day is ending
The desert wind blows cold
And I'm feeling so lonely - I'm feeling so old
There's just no use in pretending that the loss of Dumuzi didn't tear apart my soul
Should I tear down their walls?
Should I break down their doors?
Oh, I can't fill this sadness
I've got to have more
And no one can stop me...
I don't want to seem so contrary
I don't want to seem like I've lost my mind
I don't want to seem like some kind of monster
I don't want people to think that I'm so unkind
I've been given a palace and a country
But still I have a hunger
How can I be sated?
I should dine on sweet and pure emotion
But every time I want to love, they feed me hatred...
So I'll tear down their walls
And I'll break down their doors
I can't fill this hunger
Oh, I've got to have more
And no one can stop me...
I've been thinking about places I'd like to hold in my hand
Once again my mind turns to Egypt, with its idle, golden lands
I'd like to get my hands around the necks of t...
Her voice echoed, a masked being watching clandestinely. It ended; the audience acclimated and threw roses on the stage. Saya smiled and the whole cast came out on stage to take their bows. Saya retreated to her room backstage, where roses and elegant flowers were placed strewn about with small trinkets from secret admirers.
Solomon got up from his seat in one of the booths and hastily walked down the stairs.
That face,
I've seen her somewhere.
Saya,
The blacked haired beauty of my dreams
Singing for us all
And yet I feel for only one
Maybe she will remember me
If not then let us start anew
My dear Saya,
My blacked haired beauty
I do hope you remember me
He walked backstage, there stood of crowd of Opera singers.
"Would you like us to introduce you to Miss Saya?" Joel asked. Solomon smiled.
"That won't be necessary, I've met her before and I only realized that until now," Solomon said.
What a performance my dear
Your family would have been proud
Bravo
Bravo
I call to you my mysterious angel
My angel of voice and tears
Saya looked up, there was voice. A man singing, perhaps it had been her imagination? Saya picked up a blue rose from the white desk that presented a mirror for her to look at herself in.
Rumor has it that if a girl in this Opera House receives a blue rose the Vampire of the Opera has fallen in love with them. All were never seem again. But, Saya considered it a ruse, seeing that she had taken Annemarie's part and it was revenge. It was a dyed blue rose and nothing more. Her friend, Min, walked in and hugged Saya and she immediately dropped the rose on her desk and smiled at Min.
"Saya! That was a wonderful performance! What is your secret? Not even your sister could sing so beautifully!" Min acclimated as she ended the hug and looked at Saya. Saya thought for a moment and recalled her teacher, and the music that she heard at night.
"Well, Min. When I began my voice lessons I was given a wonderful teacher who knew music unlike any other. He made me want to sing forever, though he never sung to me often. But, then, after he disappeared whenever I wandered alone at night there was always this voice singing to me. My teacher told me that I was blessed with an the true knowledge of knowing music's true beauty. And ever since then, that same voice has lulled me to sleep and taught me more music than anyone else," Saya confessed.
"Knock, knock," Solomon said as he entered her room. Saya turned around and placed the blue rose back on the desk.
"I'll just leave you two alone. See you at dinner Saya!" Min said happily and then she left, leaving Solomon and Saya alone.
"Solomon!" Saya said happily and they hugged.
"I never thought you'd remember me," Saya said.
"I do remember you. I just never noticed you until now. How could I forget such a beauty?" Solomon asked. Solomon eyes wandered the room to the abundance of flowers from admirers.
"I see you have many admirers," Solomon said.
"Oh, yes. But I don't care. Though, I do thank them for their lovely gifts and trinkets," Saya said gratefully. Solomon eyed the blue rose on the desk.
"Is that a blue rose?" Solomon asked, his eyes widening. His senses tingling from the smell of immortal blood near, immortal blood such as his own. Last summer, their meeting was just a cover-up, and for a very good reason; to keep Saya safe. Now, he had to inform Joel that Saya was in danger.
"Yes, I think it's just a trick though," Saya said. Solomon shook his head and smiled at Saya.
"I suppose you are right. How about I treat you to dinner as celebration for your success?" Solomon offered. Trying to remove the thought of the rose from his thoughts. Saya smiled in gratitude.
"Oh, that sounds lovely. Thank you," Saya said.
"Excellent," Solomon said. He spun her around and dipped her like a dancer.
"I shall give you time to change. Fabulous you may look but Opera dresses are not to be worn in public," he teased and then helped Saya stand up. He left, giving Saya some privacy.
Unaware that a being had locked the door from the outside so no one would interrupt with him and Saya.