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Songs belong to Elvis Costello and A Monstre à Paris.
7. Let the Music Play!
Mr. Gonzalo was waiting in the living room and did not hid a smile when he saw Christine´s marvellous dress. Madame Price looked pretty proud of her new master piece.
"As always, you have overcome all the records, madame." The gentleman smiled.
"You know you can always count on that." Smiles the woman. "If anyone today tries anything to you, just tell me. I will kick them good." She leaves.
"I don´t know how to thank you for all this."
"No need. I have a few things in mind about the theatre and you, my dear, can help a lot. You see. I have business with the two owners, but is dificult to do anything with that so-called-diva. So, if you can tell me all you know, I´ll be more than thankful."
"Well, I don´t know what to say. Wouldn´t they be angry?"
"They´ll never know." The gentleman smiles. Christine breaths in and starts saying all she has heard this past days in the theatre while the man listens in silence. "Perfect. That´s enough for now. Before we arrive for the show, would you like a private concert?"
"Ouh, oui, monsieur. But, where?"
"Right here, in my garden. This way." They head for the terrace where a little orchestra is gathering. "Mss Daae, my wife. Mary, this is Christine Daae."
"A pleasure." The woman beams with a smile and the poor girl goes all red. She has never seen such beauty before.
"She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she"
They all sit down and a red haired woman arrives to be the singer. Christine recognizes that lovely feathered hat and the scarlet dress. Madame Rose is the best singer of all Europe, loved by all artist (look for her in some of Lautrec´s paintings, always backwards! She was real!)
"Rose, if you please. I want some sweet music before hearing Carlotta´s wailing."
"A pleasure, maestro." She smiles. "What does our guest want?"
"Me? You want me to choose?" Mss Daae goes pale.
"Of course. You are our guest."
"Well. I don´t care if it is you who sings."
"Then, you will excuse me a second." Madame Rose walks inside and comes back with a young man with top hat of her age that wears moustache and a lovely smile. "Nicholas and I would like to do a duo."
"Then let the music play!" Smiles Mr. Gonzalo.
« Elle sort de son lit,
tellement sur d'elle,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Tellement jolie,
elle m'ensorcelle,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Extralucide,
la lune est sur,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Tu n'es pas sous,
Paris est sous,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Je ne sais, ne sais,
ne sais pas pourquoi,
on s'aime comme ça,
la Seine et moi.
Je ne sais, ne sais,
ne sais pas pourquoi,
on s'aime comme ça,
la Seine et moi.
Extralucide,
quand tu es sur,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Extravagante,
quand l'ange est sur,
la Seine, la Seine, la Seine.
Je ne sais, ne sais,
ne sais pas pourquoi,
on s'aime comme ça,
la Seine et moi.
Je ne sais, ne sais,
ne sais pas pourquoi,
on s'aime comme ça,
la Seine et moi.
Lucile: Sur le pont des Arts
Francoeur: Mon coeur vacille
Lucile: Entre les eaux
Francoeur, L'air est si bon
Lucile: Cette air si pur
Francoeur: Je le respire
Duo: Nos reflets perchés, sur ce pont!
On s'aime comme ça, la Seine et moi..."
Christine smiles. This is real music and she can tell that there is something very special between Nicholas and Rose. When they also come to the opera, the girl becomes sure that everything is about to change.
And she doesn´t know how right she is.
Oh, dear!
Took me too long but fear not.
This one goes on!
Next chapter: The Persian