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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 3:15 pm
"Yes, I saw your performance tonight. You were incredible," said Raoul seeming almost breathless at the simple memory of her earlier singing. He took a moment to come back to himself. "Wherever did you learn to sing like that? I remember when we were little. You voice was very pretty and sweet, but it was nothing like tonight. It was...heavenly."
Behind the mirror, Erik clenched his gloved hands into fists and bit his lip to keep from screaming out. This wasn't fair! Why was that boy getting to say such nice things to her? Why was he getting all of her lovely smiles? Why couldn't that be him?
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 3:24 pm
~Monsieur Reyer~
"Indeed, Monsieur Firmin. What a wonder it is, to have that sort of gift hidden behind the voices of the choir for so long," Reyer agreed. "It shames me to say that I did not see her potential until tonight. She can go very far, I believe."
After a brief pause, he asked, "And how are you and Monsieur Andre finding the Opera Populaire and its patrons?" The director gave a brief nod towards Monsieur Andre, who appeared to be entertaining some of said patrons.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 5:51 pm
Unromantic_Phantom "Yes, I saw your performance tonight. You were incredible," said Raoul seeming almost breathless at the simple memory of her earlier singing. He took a moment to come back to himself. "Wherever did you learn to sing like that? I remember when we were little. You voice was very pretty and sweet, but it was nothing like tonight. It was...heavenly." Behind the mirror, Erik clenched his gloved hands into fists and bit his lip to keep from screaming out. This wasn't fair! Why was that boy getting to say such nice things to her? Why was he getting all of her lovely smiles? Why couldn't that be him? She smiled again at the thought of her tutor, the Angel of Music. "Thank you, Raoul. I.. my tutor. Remember how when you stood with me at my father's deathbed and my father told me about the Angel of Music? Well.. he is my tutor, he is the reason I sing well, only because of his teachings." She chuckled softly, speaking so kindly and praising her Angel's work.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 7:41 pm
Firmin followed M.Reyer's head nod, noted his associate, and brought his attention back to the director. "Yes well patrons are quite well taken care of. They really aren't the highest of our concerns." M.Richard dipped his head and lowered his voice, placing his hand on the director's shoulder and leading him away from within earshot of the patrons. "It's really these...innerworkings that worry me Messieur." He looked at the director for a reaction, quickly turning his head aside and leading M.Reyer further from the patrons pretending to, for the time being, take the greatest confidence in the director. "You see they're not very predictable, and I'm sure a level-headed man like yourself can understand what a headache that must cause for some one in my shoes..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 8:30 pm
"There is no doubt that you have been visited by the Angel of Music," said Raoul with a warm smile. "He has certainly granted you the greatest of triumphs, and you must allow me to celebrate your victory by taking you out to dinner."
Erik clapped both hands over his mouth. No! The boy was going to take her out, and everything would be over for him. There was no way that he could compare to the young Vicomte in such matters when he could not even walk down the streets without attracting suspicious stares. I will not let this boy ruin everything! I cannot stand idly by anymore! he thought as he turned a strode away from the mirror.
He would confront the young man once he left Christine's dressing room. Certainly she would not allow him to stay in the room while she changed out of her costume. She was much too modest for such a thing, and the man seemed to be at least attempting to be a gentleman.
It was a surprise as he saw Madame Giry standing just outside the door with her ear pressed against it. "Now I can stop wondering why Meg is such a little snoop," he said in a voice devoid of any humor that it might have held had he been witness to the Vicomte de Changy trying to court the woman he loved. "You know better than to eavesdrop, Antoinette."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 2:27 am
Unromantic_Phantom "There is no doubt that you have been visited by the Angel of Music," said Raoul with a warm smile. "He has certainly granted you the greatest of triumphs, and you must allow me to celebrate your victory by taking you out to dinner." Erik clapped both hands over his mouth. No! The boy was going to take her out, and everything would be over for him. There was no way that he could compare to the young Vicomte in such matters when he could not even walk down the streets without attracting suspicious stares. I will not let this boy ruin everything! I cannot stand idly by anymore! he thought as he turned a strode away from the mirror. He would confront the young man once he left Christine's dressing room. Certainly she would not allow him to stay in the room while she changed out of her costume. She was much too modest for such a thing, and the man seemed to be at least attempting to be a gentleman. It was a surprise as he saw Madame Giry standing just outside the door with her ear pressed against it. "Now I can stop wondering why Meg is such a little snoop," he said in a voice devoid of any humor that it might have held had he been witness to the Vicomte de Changy trying to court the woman he loved. "You know better than to eavesdrop, Antoinette." "I.. I'm afraid I can't, Raoul. The Angel of Music, well, he's very, very strict." She started, hoping that he wouldn't mind the fact that she wouldn't be allowed to leave the Opera House that night, not the night she had triumphed. She shook her head, "I'm sorry Raoul, but I can not go tonight." A weak smile tugged at her lips. She would, at least, however change out of her costume, and she knew that he had ways to convince her into going, he was just like that.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 9:31 am
Hmn, quite an odd affair that was going on inside. If Antoinette didn't know Christine for the better half of her, she would've very well thought she had been entertaining this man for some time as some odd lover. Not to say she thought of the girl poorly, but this M. de Chagny was speaking with her so familiarly that it was normal to wonder. Then, surprise of all surprises, the man asked her to dinner after simply tossing aside the conversation of Christine's 'angel'. Certainly she would not accept! It was far too late in the evening as it was and she would have to get permission... She jumped, going back a step from the door just as she heard Erik comment about her position. No matter how many times he did that it always spooked her. She was old; if he continued doing that she would have a bloody heart-attack! However, her ruffled nerves smoothed down again and she swished her skirt in an aggrivated manner as if to tell him to simply 'sod off'. "No matter where my little Meg gets her nose from," She replied tartly, tapping her cane in his direction, "you can't be a Saint yourself, Erik. That mirror has its uses besides getting to the common road of the fifth cellar." Though she acted as usual, she noticed with a keen eye that Erik was quite upset over something. His expression was dull (what she could see of it, anyhow) and his stance was tense as if he were holding back the urge to simply grab at someone and strangle them. So he had been listening through the mirror.. Slowly she let down her tense guard, her eyes flickering to the door that seperated them both from the couple inside. Antoinette hadn't even heard Christine's reply. "I suppose you want me to do something about the young patron." She stated, her voice flat in displeasure. The young man was charming, yes, but he seemed a bit of stupid as well. Perhaps looks and brains did not come together. There was irony for you. Antoinette could feel the ring of keys in her skirt pocket through the thick black material. One of them had to be the key to Christine's door. She hadn't heard the lock turn, though. It was common sense to lock the door after entering your room here. Why had Christine not locked her door?
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 12:52 pm
"Actually, I would rather be the one to do something about the young patron, but I suppose that murder is still frowned upon by polite society. I shall abstain from killing him, but I cannot just allow him to win her heart simply by default either." He paused for a moment and sank back into the shadows as though to draw strength from them. They had always protected him from the world before, but they could not protect him from this. "She shall finally meet her angel," he said from his place in the shadows.
It was fortunate that he had chosen to back into the shadows of the hall. A moment later the door to Christine's dressing room swung open, and Raoul stepped into the hallway. "I will not accept no for an answer, dear Lotte. I must get my coat, and you must get changed. I shall return for you in a few minutes. Don't worry. I shan't keep you up late, but this is a night that we really must celebrate...as old friends." He shut the door before Christine could further object and strode off down the hall passing both the ballet mistress and the Phantom without seeming to notice the presence of either. Erik vaguely wondered if the man would have even noticed him if he'd stood out in the middle of the hallway.
Once he was gone Erik stepped out of the little niche in the wall he'd been hiding himself in and looked back at Madame Giry. "Give me the key to Mademoiselle Daae's room, Antoinette," he said using the full force of his voice as he extended his hand towards the woman. This was one time where he did not feel like giving her a choice in the matter. "Give it to me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 2:29 pm
Antoinette wasn't surprised when Erik voiced his opinion about ridding of the Vicomte himself, but she was a little upset when he spoke of murder. She'd watched him kill his Gypsy master back at the carnival years ago and the occasional nuisance who would happen to wander too far below the fourth cellar, but to outright speak of it? He was speaking out of true jealousy. Like she had warned him not to become, he was blind. Not in the literal sense of course. She was about to object to his last sentence before he moved back where she couldn't see him. Obviously he had heard the creaking of the door because just as his entire form dissappeared into the darkness, the Vicomte exited Christine's room. Antoinette watched him with a cruel eye as his face twisted in determination (now where had she seen that look before?) and told Christine he'd be back to fetch her for supper no matter what she said. Hah! Even if Erik did nothing about that, she would. If Christine had said no, then she meant it. Antoinette was still the legal caretaker of the girl and she would give that fop a good whack with her cane. It had bothered her that the man had not seen her (much less Erik who was trying to hide) and just strode on. She'd never personally greeted the young patron, but now she was sure she didn't care to. It was a shame that intelligence was wasted on poorer people. What got her next was Erik's demand for Christine's room key. Just what in bloody hell was he going to do with that? And just why was he talking to her as if she never obeyed him in the first place? It was desperation. He'd said she was to meet her Angel, and if the patron was as quick as he said he was to be then there was little time. If she didn't hear desperation behind that demand, she would've very well smacked him for all it was worth. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the key ring. After a moment of sifting through the brass and metal keys, she snagged Christine's room key and yanked it off the large metal ring they were all on. Without a word she put it in his outstretched gloved hand and closed his fingers over it with a sigh. Perhaps she was making a mistake in helping him 'kidnap' Christine, but she couldn't imagine what he'd do in this hour of need if she refused him. Stepping aside, she gave Erik full access to the door; her eyes looking off in the direction that the Vicomte de Chagny had gone in. She felt as if she were doing something wrong in giving Erik that key and the chance to finally make it known to the woman he'd obsessed over for months that her Angel was really a man who loved her. Something would go wrong. Something she wouldn't be able to fix.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 2:41 pm
How'd she know. He would try and make her go. All against her better judgement. "No, Raoul.. no.. Wait!" She sighed, she had no choice. It was truly against her better judgement and she did away with her costume, discarding it to her wardrobe and began to put on her dressing gown and shook her head with a sigh. "Raoul, what are you trying to get me into.." She frowned as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her gown.
She was almost ready to leave, but she really wanted to protest, and she already had. She began pacing gently in a straight line around her room, circles and such and waited for Raoul to return for her. She knew he was hard to convince that she could not leave, but she remembered him as the one who took risks, much like herself. For instance, her scarf in the sea, and young Raoul went to get it for her.
(I can't manage posts longer than this.. >< Curse my medicine. Its side affect is headaches, nausea, and such. -Butchers the medicine-.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 3:02 pm
"Thank you, Antoinette," he said quietly, unable to look her in the face as he moved to the door to lock it. He felt as though he was about to betray her by showing himself to Christine. She had done so much to protect him all these years, and now he was just going to turn his back on all of that for the hope that Christine might be able to love him. Even as he turned the key in the lock the reasonable part of his mind screamed that this was madness. It was unfortunate that the reasonable part of his mind was so overpowered by the part that was in love with the woman on the other side of the door.
Pulling the key out of the door, he stood for a moment as though unable to wrap his mind around what he was really intending to do. Almost mechanically he turned back to Madame Giry and returned the key to her. "You should leave before the Vicomte returns," he said before turning and vanishing down one of the hidden passages. He still hadn't been able to look her in the eyes.
It seemed like only a moment later when he stood behind Christine's mirror again. She had changed out of her costume, and he flushed slightly as he saw that she was in little more than her dressing gown. He felt slightly ashamed for seeing her in such attire, but that emotion was quickly chased away as he reminded himself why he was about to do something so desperate.
It was because of that pathetic little milksop that had so suddenly and so rudely intruded upon their lives. If it had not been for the Vicomte he probably never would have been able to shown himself to Christine for fear of her reaction. It was he who had driven him to such a desperate measure. "Insolent boy!" he bellowed out before realizing that he'd opened his mouth, but once it registered that he'd spoken allowed he decided to continue. There was no turning back now. "This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 3:14 pm
Christine paused in her pacing, now standing in front of the door. She looked around the room, hearing his voice, powerful, and strong, but still heavenly in some respect. It seemed to be her Angel's, "Angel, I hear you, speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me." She paused, turning fully, so that she faced the mirror.
Her eyes drifted around the room, scanning for where her Angel was. "Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, master.." She looked over the wardrobe, and up to the ceiling. She had forgotten she was in but a dressing gown, a corset, stockings and a garter belt, because of his voice alone, and the seeking of his voice.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 3:35 pm
His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that he was surprised Christine didn't just follow the sound of it to his hiding place. She was so beautiful. "Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide!" He felt like this should be a dream that he would wake up from at any second, but the knowledge that this dream could turn into a nightmare at any moment kept him from immediately throwing open the hidden door. "Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 3:43 pm
Unromantic_Phantom His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that he was surprised Christine didn't just follow the sound of it to his hiding place. She was so beautiful. "Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide!" He felt like this should be a dream that he would wake up from at any second, but the knowledge that this dream could turn into a nightmare at any moment kept him from immediately throwing open the hidden door. "Look at your face in the mirror. I am there inside!" She stepped forward, watching as he came into view, first as a shadow, then finely visible. She now stood before the mirror, singing softly, and under her breath. "Angel of music, guide and guardian grant to me your glory.. Angel of music hide no longer, come to me strange angel.." She stared at him in awe, her lips parted slightly. She stared quietly after that, swallowing gently. He had finally revealed himself to her, her Angel of music, had.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 4:09 pm
He could tell by her expression that she finally saw him, and suddenly he wanted to turn and to run away from her. It seemed that his body was not willing to obey his mind's screams to run away, or perhaps the fact that she had finally seen him had rooted him to the floor. No longer did the rational part of his mind seem to have any control over his actions. His emotions were driving every move he made as he slid the glass to the side and continued singing. "I am your Angel...Come to me Angel of Music..." Slowly he extended his hand out for her to take. Why was he doing this? Surely she would not give him her hand and allow him to take her to God only knew where.
Out in the hall, Raoul returned to Christine's door, glad that he had told her a few minutes after getting once again lost in the labyrinth-like corridors of the opera house. He was about to knock on the door when suddenly he heard a man's voice from the other side of the door. He couldn't quite understand what was being said, but the tone he used was enough to make him worry what the man might be trying to do. "Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?" he asked grasping the door handle and trying to go into the room. He was surprised as he found it locked. Had Christine intentionally locked him out so that she could be alone with this man? Had this other man perhaps been hiding in the room the entire time?
He had always been certain that Christine was not a woman of such low moral standings, and even as he began to wonder he knew that such a thing could not be true. The charming little girl he'd known would never lower herself to do such an abhorent thing, and he had still seen very much of that little girl when he'd looked into her eyes. "Christine! Christine, what's going on? Angel!" he shouted as he tried once more to open the door. It was most definitely locked, and there was no way he could break through the sturdy wood of the door.
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