My eyes peered down on the stage from our family box, the opera now well into the third and final act. I motioned to Erik and slipped out of the box via a secret channel that he had built into the room. Only two people knew of it, how to find it and how to disable it in the case of an accident. Or a well planned invasion such as the one in years past. Erik and I; thick as thieves from the moment we caught eyes the night his life was on the line. The dusty boards squealed under my weight and I shifted my weight to make myself lighter. The sounds, once so loud and clear became muffled as I moved deep into the bowels of the opera shell. I came finally, to a hallway lit softly with light. My feet touched cold stone before whispers drifted down the halls. I pulled myself into the shadows and listened intently.
I had seen him once, maybe twice. Terrifying, how he came out of nowhere. It was my only defense! I swear Meg! A breathy soprano, somewhat familiar, but eerily high. And he reminded me ever so faintly of someone, someone I once knew
A pregnant pause filled the corridor and two elegant shadows drifted into my view. One had a distinct dance step, and heavier foot fall. I mused briefly before concluding that she was indeed a member of the ballet corps. The other woman had a waddle much like a penguin. Listening intently when they stopped, I could hear the telltale sound of kisses and dresses rustling. When I peeked around the corner, Meg s lips were pressed in passion against Christines.
Rage filled me, and what happened next, I know not. But I am certain Agalaope enjoyed her midnight snack.