As Aang left the opera house after the auction, he saw Sokka and Toph wave their feeble hands goodbye and mount into their carriage. Aang waved back, hopped on Appa and left but he still had some memories to go into…
As Sokka came into the beautiful, clean, opera house clearly excited and happy about everything that had happened last night.
Mystery after gala night
It says mystery of soprano's flight
Mystified all the papers say
We are mystified
We suspect foul play
Bad news on soprano scene
First Azula now Katara
Still at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera
To hell with Gluck and Handel
Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit
Haru walked in clearly angry about something. In his hand was a written peace of paper with a red and orange fire signature.
Damnable
Will they all walk out
This is damnable
Sokka tried to calm Haru down, but it seemed that Haru was to mad to hear him
Haru please don't shout
It's publicity
And the take is vast
Free publicity
But we have no cast
Haru have you seen the queue
Oh it seems
You've got one too
Haru held up the letter and read it to Sokka
Dear Haru what a charming gala
Katara was in the world's sublime
We were hardly bereft when Azula left
On that note the diva is a disaster
Must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime
Sokka then took out his letter and he read it aloud
Dear Sokka just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost
By return of post
PTO
No one likes a debtor
So it's better if my orders are obeyed
Who would have the gall to send this
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed F.G.
Who the hell is he
Fire ghost
It's nothing short of shocking
He is mocking our position
In addition he wants money
What a funny aberration
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane
Suddenly, Aang burst into the opera house with a half worried and half angry face
Where is she
You mean Azula
I mean Katara
Where is she
Well how should we know
I want an answer
I take it that you sent me this note
What's all this nonsense
Of course not
Don't look at us
She's not with you then
Of course not
We're in the dark
Monsieur don't argue
Isn't this the letter you wrote
And what is it that we're meant to have wrote
Haru snatched the letter from Aang's hands and began to read it.
Do not fear for Miss Katara
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again
If you didn't write it who did
Suddenly, once more, Azula burst into the room with Jet by her side and she was very, very, angry.
Where is he
Ah welcome back
Your precious patron
Where is he
What is it now
I have your letter
A letter which I rather resent
And did you send it
Of course not
As if he would
You didn't send it
Of course not
What's going on
You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent
Aang took the letter and read
Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered
Miss Katara will be singing on your behalf tonight
"Miss Katara!" Azula hissed to Jet
Be prepared for a great misfortune
Should you attempt to take her place
Sokka and Haru realized that they had no choice but to choose Azula since nobody could find Katara
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about the girl
All we've heard since we came is Katara's name
The voices of Mai and Toph came into the room as they walked in
Miss Katara has returned
I hope as far as we're concerned
Where precisely is she now
I thought it best that she was alone
She needed rest
Aang hoped that Katara was okay
May I see her
No monsieur she will see no one
Will she sing
Will she sing
Here I have a note
Everyone piped in
Let me see it
Please
Mai handed the note to Sokka who read it aloud
Gentlemen I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature
Detailing how my theatre is to be run
You have not followed my instructions
I shall give you one last chance
Miss Katara has returned to you
And I am anxious her career should progress.
In the new production of Il Muto
You will therefore cast Azula as the servant
And put Katara in the role of the queen
The role which Katara plays calls for charm and appeal
The role of the servant is silent
Which makes my casting in a word ideal
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five
Which will be kept empty for me
Should these commands be ignored
A disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
I remain gentlemen your obedient servant F.G.
Everybody was clear on the Firebender's words except Azula. She was furious that she couldn't get the part that she should and wanted to have. Aang, Mai, and Toph were wondering about Katara and trying to warn everybody, but Sokka and Haru, thinking that there was no other way to do this, were begging for Azula to stay, but Azula was very upset and started to go on and on in French.
Katara
Whatever next
It's all a ploy to help Katara
This is insane
I know who sent this
The Avatar her lover
Indeed can you believe this
Signora
Oh traditori
This is a joke
This changes nothing
O monitory
Signora
You are our star
And always will be
Signora
The man is mad
We don't take orders
Katara will be playing the servant the silent role
Azula will be playing the lead
It's useless trying to appease me
You're only saying this to please me
Signori e vero
Non non non voglio udire
Lasciatemi morire
O padre mio
Dio
Who scorn his word beware to those
You have reviled me
The angel sees, the angel knows
You have rebuked me
Signora pardon us
You have replaced me
Please signora we beseech you
This hour shall see your darkest fears
I must see her
Abbandonata
Deseredata
Oh sventurata
The angel knows the angel hears
Where did she go
Abbandonata
Disgraziata
Signora sing for us
Don't be a martyr
What new surprises lie in store
Azula opened a door, and stepped outside to a crowd of people who surrounded her as soon as she came out. At first, Azula thought that these were people who missed and wanted to welcome her back, but she soon realized that they were all for Katara and she slammed the door shut angrily.
Your public needs you
We need you too
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue
Signora no
The world wants you
Prima Donna first lady of the stage
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name
Think of how they all adore you
Prima Donna enchant us once again
Think of your muse and of the queues round the theatre
Can you deny us the triumph in store
Sing Prima Donna once more
Katara spoke of an angel
Prima Donna your song shall live again you took a snub
But there's a public who needs you
She has heard the voice of the angel of music
Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel
Think of their cry of undying support
Is this her angel of music
We get our opera
She gets her limelight
Leading ladies are a trial
Heaven help you those who doubt
Prima Donna your song shall never die
You'll sing again and to unending ovation
Tears oaths
Lunatic demands are regular occurrences
Orders warnings
Lunatic demands
This miscasting will invite damnation
Think how you'll shine in that final encore
Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this
Think before these demands are rejected
I must see
These demands are rejected
If his threats and demands are rejected
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl
Who's gone and slept with the patron
Aang and the soubrette
Entwined in love's duet
Although he may demur
He must have been with her
You'd never get away with all this in a play
But if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
It's just the sort of story audiences adore
In fact a perfect opera
Prima Donna the world is at your feet
A nation waits and how it hates to be cheated
Meanwhile, Mai and Toph had found Katara and dressed her as the servant who was indeed, supposed to be a man and by the time Sokka and Haru noticed she was back, it was too late to change.
Light up the stage with that age old rapport
Sing Prima Donna once more
But up above them, Zuko had heard and seen everything. And he was going to find a way to make Il Muto pure hell for everyone.