Yeah, I am catching up on French easily, so..Yeah...French aria now, I wrote it myself! Please, PM me if you see any errors in my French!
Here is the translation:
I sing for my owner
He is with me this evening
Selenea is beautiful this evening
Where is my owner?
Is he here, with me?
Where is his house?
I am badly, he is not here
Where is my owner?
Please
I want my owner
Is he not here?!
I do not want to be alone!
How is it that I am alone?
Am I not Selenea?
How can he not love me?
I am to die...He is not here
Because...I am not his
No, there he is! No, it can't be in my head!
I listen to his calls returning!
Oh, I don't like my being
Because of me...He is not here
I know it is because of me
It is dead...this love...
Goodbye my life!
Good bye! Good bye! Good bye!
Ahhhahahhh
Ahhahhh
Je chante pour mon patron
Il est avec moi ce soir
Selenea est belle ce soir
Où est mon patron?
Est-il ici, avec moi?
Où est sa maison?
Je suis mal, il n'est pas ici
Où est mon patron?
S'il vous plaît
Je veux mon patron!
Est-il ne pas ici?!
Je ne veux pas être seule!
Comment est-ce que je suis seule?!
J'adore mon patron!
Suis-je ne pas Selenea?
Comment peux il ne amour pas moi?
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhhh-AHHHH!
AhahahahaAH!
Ah-oh-ahah-Ah
OhahahAhAHah...
Ah-ah-ah...
AhhhhahhhhahhhhohAHHHH!
Ahhh-ahhh-ahhhh-AHHHH!
AhahahahaAH!
Ah-oh-ahah-Ah
OhahahAhAHah...
Ah-ah-ah...ahhhahhhh
Je suis mourir...Il n'est pas ici...
Parce que...Je suis ne son pas...
Ahhhahhhhahhhhahhhh
Ahoh-ahoh-ahohahoh-ahhhhh...
Ahhhahhhhahhhhahhhh-oh-oh-ahhhh
Non, il est ici! Non, il ne peux pas dans être ma tête!
AHHHHH!
AH-AH-AHHH!
AHHHH!
OhahahAH!
J'écoute à son appelle revenant
Oh, je n'aime pas ma étant!
Parce que de moi...il n'est pas ici!
Je sais il est parce que de moi...
C'est mort...c'amour...
Au revoir ce vie!
AHHHHH-
oh...
Au revoir! Au revoir!
Au revioooooooooooooooor!
Ahhh-ahh
Lastly, to finish off her display she pretended to stab herself. She fell to her knees and finished off the note. She soon stood to take her bow to her patrons. She dressed especially beautiful today, seeing that her singing career paid much extra she was bale tp buy much more suitable clothing. Not to mention that Solomon gave her Hana's wardrobe, she had no family and left everything to him, in his words to keep the memory of love on. She wore a beautiful, blue silk gown, with silverly adornments. With it she wore a moonstone necklace set with a sapphire as a pendent, her earrings were much of the same. She wore her hair in some sort of chain circlet.
"That was lovely Saya, that was the most beautiful Coloratura aria I have ever heard," Joel said as he clapped his hands. Why wouldn't it, she taught by the best, given voices to sing with by the best...Given angel wings...Why would it not be the best aria Joel had ever heard?
"Where did lyou earn that?" Solomon asked.
"I-I wrote it myself. For an Opera I am writing," Saya confessed. There was whole plan to this.
"What is it about?" Amshel asked in his usual monotone tone.
Oh, it is a surprise!
Oh, tell us!
Oh, please tell us!
Saya rushed off stage to them and leaned close into their faces.
Alright
But it is a secret so shhh!
The lights suddenly went somber. She ran back on stage and began to tell, rather sing to them, her Opera's plot. In the beginning her motions and voices were blissful, slowly becoming ghostly and sorrowful, before the full blow of sorrow and tragedy.
Once upon a time
There lived a beautiful young girl
Who was no older than sixteen
She suffered terribly!
She was poor, starving, and impoverished
But then one night, a beautiful black sheet
Teared itself from the wall
And covered her, protected her
He promised to watch over her
He loved the girl dearly
As much as he loved sunlight
Though he could no longer experience it
The girl was his sunlight
But then one day
She was engaged and her hand slipped away
(Oh, that is so sad Saya)
The beautiful ebony, silk that was her shield
Came to her one evening
When Selenea shined like her children
The moonstones
He carved one of her children into a ring
Fashioning the design of white roses into it
Including sunstone, sapphire, amethyst, blood ruby, and black pearl
And they made love that night
But when sun rose
Her father drew his daughter from her bed and claimed
Her raped, and drew her shadow lover away
She gave the Moon Child's ring back
Filled with symbols of her lover's bruises, hope, his
Tears, blood, and new moon's beauty
He left that night without haste
Or even ease
His shattered heart ripping his soul apart
Years he waited but she never came to him
Years passed between them,
She fell in love again some years later and married
But her husband became abusive and lusty
Out of vengeance she killed him and went to her true lover
To find that hunters killed him
She found her ring in his crypt
Desperate to find the owner of her love
She wonders for years
And then, one dreadful evening
In the twilight of dusk
She kills herself
And lies in his coffin for evermore!
Oh, it sounds like a excellent tragedy for this theater
Oh, we shall start for it next month
As soon our current show is done
Saya, your audition is done
You shall play the lead!
With that they left, all except Solomon and Saya. Saya stood on stage in silence, she wondered if her beloved master had heard her. Was he even here? She knew he enjoyed listening to Opera, and her voice, she wrote this score for him.
"Saya, come now, I shall take you out to dinner tonight," Solomon said. Saya did not say anything for a moment. However, to keep up appearances she put a smile on her face and gazed at her husband happily.
"Husband, I am not hungry. Could you perhaps go along without me?" Saya asked sweetly. Solomon gave her a puzzled look, however, he nodded his head and left. Once she sensed the theater was empty she fell to her knees and wept. She began to implore her master to come to her and solace her.
Je veux mon patron,
Eh,
Where are you now?
Child...
His voice answered. Saya lifted her hands from her face, her ocean, splattered cheeks went ashen. She stood up and made way to search for him. Instead, her master came to her and pulled her into his embrace. She squeezed his arm tight and wept as he stroked her hair.
Saya, Saya
Your words...
Why, why do you wish for me now?
Master, master...
I can't stand to live without you
A pane divides me and my husband,
My grief fogs it and I can-
I can no longer see him as I once did
Please, take me away again
Let this grief be abated by your touch...
He separated their bodies momentarily and wiped the tears from her face. Saya awed at his handsome face, for he was no longer wearing a mask. She touched his face and smiled, but then, suddenly, he distanced himself from her. He raged about his reasons to keep her from him.
You ignorant fool!
You blinded seeker!
You have no idea
I am a monster!
Undeserving of this life
Of this love! Now!
Leave me!
Sing your silly fantasies!
SING SING SING!
But not for me!
I sing for you!
Saya raged back, Phantom came at her again. He looked as though he was about to hit her when he raised his hand. But he did not, he merely grabbed her and flew her up into the rafters. He held her somewhat bridal, however, against his side as her head dug into his shoulder.
My love...I hear!
I hear screaming!
Release me!
I smell Solomon's blood!
(As do I)
He's dying!
(I know it too)
I don't love him as I do you
(You lie!)
But he my friend all the same!
(No! He is your husband!)
Please!
(Rather a thread of love be spared than the whole travesty!)
SAYA!
SOLOMO-!
Phantom's hand clasped over her mouth as he set her down and held her tightly, almost in a hostile way.
(Shhh)
The hunters, they near!
Solomon ran onto the stage, holding his chest in pain as blood leaked from between his finger. Saya gasped beneath Phantom's hand and tears for her beloved friend shed from her eyes.
"There the vampire be! Burn this place down when he is dead!"
Solomon turned to them hastily and gasped. A silversteak shot through his heart, he fell back, only for a moment before he turned to dust. Hagi soon entered and tried to fight the off, only to suffer the same fate. Saya couldn't take it anymore, she struggled from Phantom's grip, only freeing her mouth from his hand.
"Solomon!" she cried.
"Shhh!" Phantom threatened as his hand slapped over her mouth again.
The hunters looked up and saw Saya in the arms of a shadowed figure.
"It be a vampire! And he holds a victim!"
"Kill her! She is perhaps involved with him! Look, her neck is not bleeding!"
They began to shoot silver-headed arrows at them, and stakes! Phantom held Saya as he maneuvered them out of the way, running amongst the rafters. However, their luck was not the best of the best. Phantom knew he had to reach a window and break though it to escape. There was rather large glass ceiling window in the theater. He jumped for it, his wings being released from their hiding place and he glided over the hunters. He nearly reached the ceiling before a scream pierced the air. He looked down at Saya, and a silver tipped arrow through her stomach, had it struck her heart she be dead. He landed on the isle and placed Saya on the ground, she gazed longingly up at him with feeble eyes.
Phantom...I
He put a finger to her crimson lips.
Shhhh...My love
Saya smiled and closed her eyes to the pain. It would be best to escape the pain for a while, maybe she would see him in her dreams.
How dare you...
He turned to the hunters, anger and rage glowing in his eyes as he approached them.
Come into my theater and
Destroy my work of art...
The hunters soon recognized him and cringed slightly. Some of the hunters, who were too young to know of his identity, threw silver stakes and arrows at him. He caught them all and threw them to the side.
You will...SUFFER!
I will have vengeance!
He tore them apart, limb by limb, neck after neck was cut and they all were drained of their blood. However, they were persistent. As Phantom approached the last one, ready to strike him dead, the hunter shot an arrow at the chandelier, seeing that the silver and arrow were strong, it broke the chandelier's binding and it began to fall...ON SAYA!
MASTERPIECE!
He rushed to Saya and caught her before the chandelier hit them. The flames from the gas chandelier were quick to disperse, the hunter perished. However, Phantom had the upperhand. He escaped through the ceiling window and flew to his home, Saya, barely alive, in his arms.