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Chapter 3 - Divas

Christine

Dear Diary,

Right now I am sitting propped up on my bed with Meg across from me writing in her own diary, or drawing flowers or something.

Rehearsals are getting crazier every day. The resident diva, Carlotta, is very temperamental (to put it mildly) and she spends half of her time screeching and shouting at the manager, her seamstresses or us over anything that she can think of.

Today it was because her costume wig was too heavy and we (as in the dancers) were blocking her from the audience. So now our moves have been changed to fit around her and behind her allowing her to be seen at all times by the audience.

The Phantom has began to take more drastic action with the notes that he writes to the manager – how a ghost can even hold a pen is beyond me. I think that it is someone in the company playing a prank, a prank that is in very poor taste judging by the effect that it has had on Monsieur Lefevre the manager.

Meg has heard that the Opera has been put up for sale, if that is true I am surprised that we have not been informed, surely the company would be told if such a decision had been made. The Opera is our home after all.

But there is no use in worrying over something that cannot be changed.

My lesson went well last night. My angel told me that I was making great progress and that my voice was growing in strength and that it would not be long now.

I could not help but glow at his praise as I always do, I like to know that I please him; especially after all of the help that he has given me. I could not help but be puzzled by his last comment though so I asked him what he meant.

"What won't be long master?" I asked quietly feeling a little confused.

"Until we surprise all of Paris my dear." he answered me, a smile in his voice.

I smiled at the empty air and nodded my head a little dumbly, he wished me to sing in the Opera and I had no wish to disappoint him. I once again could not help but wish that he was a real person so that I could wrap my arms around him and thank him for everything that he had done for me. But I cannot, so the only way that I can show him my gratitude is through my voice and by doing as well as I can.

Bit short I know. Let me know what you think.