Chapter 15: Masquerade
Note: I don't own rights to this song.
"Hello Flim and Flam!" Blueblood called as he walked towards them. They turned to face him and smiled.
"Blueblood!" they responded.
"It's good to see you," Flim said.
"And thank you for this party," Flam added. "It's quite a pity that the phantom can't be here." They then entered the ballroom and saw every pony dressed in a suit or dressed and they were all wearing a mask. Music was playing in the background as every pony danced and sang along with the music.
"Masquerade!" they all sang. "Masquerade! Flash of mauve, splash of and king, ghoul and goose. Green and black, queen and priest. Trace of rouge, face of beast, faces. Take your turn, take a ride On the merry-go-round in an inhuman race. Eye of gold, true is false. Who is who?Curl of lip, swirl of gown. Ace of hearts, face of clown, faces. Drink it in, drink it up till you've drowned. In the light, in the sound but who can name the face? Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds. Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you. Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads. Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you. Masquerade! Seething shadows breathing lies. Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you. Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes. Masquerade! Run and hide, but a face will still pursue you."
"What a night!" Flim sang.
"What a crowd!" Flam sang.
"Makes you glad," Flim sang.
"Makes you proud," Flam sang.
"All the crème, de la crème," Blueblood sang.
"Watching us," Flim sang.
"Watching them," Flam sang.
"All our fears are in the past," Flim sang.
"Three months of relief," Flam sang.
"Of delight, of Elysian peace," Flim sang.
"And we can breathe at last," Flam sang.
"No more notes," Flim sang.
"No more ghost," Flam sang.
"Here's a health, here's a toast," Blueblood sang.
"To a prosperous year," the brothers both sang.
"To our friends who are here," Flam sang.
"And may the splendor never fade," Flim sang.
"What a blessed release," Blueblood sang.
"And what a masquerade," the three of them sang. Fluttershy and Strong Wood walked in side by side along with all of the other opera house players and Miss Luna.
"Thank you for taking here," Fluttershy said.
"Glad to," Strong Wood responded. "Soo...will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"
"Of course," Fluttershy said. "I'd be honored to."
"Now, let's dance," Strong Wood replied. He took her hoof and led her to the dance floor.
"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you. Masquerade! Every face a different shade. Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you. Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads. Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds. Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you." Then there were gasps of horror as a pony in a long black cloak with a hood over his face walked in. Everypony knew who it was, the phantom of the opera. He levitated a script towards Flim and Flam and they took it from him.
Here's your next opera," the phantom told him. "Cœurs brisés. Enjoy your evening." He said the last part very bitterly before disappearing a puff of smoke. The audience was in horror, surprise, and shaken to their very core. Why now did he choose to come out? Fluttershy was unsure and it was written on her face while Strong Wood had anger and bitter on his.
"What is he up to?" Strong Wood muttered bitterly. Luna's face was grieving the loss of an old friend. She walked out of the party and Strong Wood followed her out of the building.
Sorry that this is short. The next will be longer and sooner. Promise!