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Mary Jane laughed at the incident and also loudly yelled, "I thank the Opera Ghost for such a blessing!" Mary Jane then turned to Bella, "Thanks for the help Bella, and it was La Carlotta's wine." Mary Jane agreed with Desiree's suggestion of Christine becoming the new prima donna. "You'd be perfect at it! I have faith in that instructor of yours, Christine. Have you ever seen him though? A mysterious man needs to have some face, and I hope a handsome one! Perhaps he could give me a lesson or two, if you follow~!" Mary Jane said with a smirk and a wink.

Christine listened to both of them before turning to them, "Eh.. but.. I find that.. you really think I could actually take over as a diva here?" She shrugged, "I haven't seen him.. he hasn't revealed himself fully to me yet.. and Mary Jane!" She said with a red tint across her cheeks, "You speak perversely.." She chuckled. She shook her head, "Anyway, I will sing ONLY if Madame Giry AND the managers will allow me. ONLY IF! Lets not forget my instructor." She looked to Madame Giry, then to the managers.

Andre and Firmin grumbled, "A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!" Firmin stated to his fellow manager, a sign of anger and a what appeared to be vein popping slightly in his right temple.

"...Hey! You're mean to spy on me like that!" She laughed, "I do thank you though for your compliment. My instructor.. I have not a clue." She shrugged, "Anycase, I can sing soprano, Bella, I can sing soprano. I'm not silly like that. I promise that I can." She laughed again, "Just nervous if the managers and Madame Giry would allow me to sing.. I mean.. its not like I haven't sang for people before.. but.. not important persons such as them.. and many at the gala tonight."

((Sorry for taking so long. I had this post started about an hour ago, then I had to leave. I'm back now, though))

The curtain really fell on Carlotta's performance. She'd heard of rough critics, but to have one of them have a backdrop knock her over... well that was a bit extreme. Pointedly, she raised her brows and looked up as if trying to see through the darkness of the catwaks above to glare at the culprit. Yes, she was grateful the cow had stopped her singing, but someone else could've very well gotten hurt!
"Actions speak louder than words with him, I suppose." She breathed, shaking her head. The envelope had yet to be opened, and she took this opportunity while everyone was bothering with Carlotta's fit to do so. In his neat handwriting he had put the instructions of how things were to be run, and what was due as payment. She'd heard these new managers had the infamous Viscount of the Chagny line as their patron, and while there would be a fit over the amount (there always was) it would stand as the Opera Ghost's orders. Really, Erik couldn't be anything less than a spook. She found it rather degrading that he had lowered his genius to the standards of a ghost. That wasn't what she had brought him here for! Nonetheless, she kept her mouth shut and straightened the papers the envelope had been keeping.
Making her way gracefully across the stage just as La Carlotta herself stormed off, saying she was trully leaving thise time. Hah, that was a joke. That woman could not stay away from the stage for long. Antoinette gave a glance toward the new managers and Reyer as they fretted over the performance tonight. Well, this situation could only get worse. This was as good a time as any to bring up Erik.
"Messieurs," She said, trying to catch their attention. When they went on about refunds, she again sighed. Even though she was trying to get the managers' attention, she heard Reyer's thought about La Carlotta's decisiveness on whether or not she would return. "You think so?" She quipped quickly to the director before turning back to the two men she'd been trying to address.
"I have a message, sirs, from the Opera Ghost himself."

Firmin looked at Madame Giry, "Oh god in heaven you are all obsessed!" He stated with a matter-of-factly tone. Andre looked to him, shaking his head. He didn't think they were, but he would have to hold his tongue. "Though if you will, Madame Giry, continue." Andre stated, beckoning Madame Giry to continue.

Christine looked at the envelope, her eyes glued to it before trailing to Madame Giry's eyes. It had to be something important, very, very important. She knew, she had this little intuition thing going on. She didn't respond to Desiree, she wasn't about to divert her attention from something that was clearly more important than her chorus-girl career.

(I have a friend over for the night, so bear with me. X.x)

Madame Giry looked at Firmin, who shouted at her as if she was the reason the Italian Diva had quit for the evening. However, her temper was brushed aside as his partner Andre bid the woman continue. She looked down at the note in her hand as if she were a royal messenger about to make an announcement to the commonfolk.
"He welcomes you to his Opera house." She started slowly, skipping over the delicately written details that summed up his welcome. "He hopes you had a good trip here. Also, he reminds you to look over the documents of the House, and that his salary is past due."
Her eyes finished skimming the note and she looked up at the men. They were both clearly taller than she was, Firmin being just a bit rounder than Lefevre was. Firmin was obviously the mouth in the relationship as Andre was the more intelligent one. She couldn't say either were the brains of the operation, since they seemed to share one. And it wasn't very big.
"Also, I must point out that he has made it clear with the old manager and the box office that Box Five is to be restricted from being sold. He asks that you leave it empty, for his use." If they didn't, well, she was Erik's boxkeeper as well. She would know it and so would he. Antoinette would give the warning and Erik would give the punishment. Fine team they made when it came to business.
Calmly she stood, her back straight despite it aching and her chin up high in a defiant manner. Like this, she awaited the managers' reply to Erik's demands. Somehow she knew this would start something...

Yes, my opera house. It would be wise of you to learn that as quickly as you can, thought Erik as he calmly watched one of the new managers--he believed it was the one named Firmin-- turn bright red with anger and indignation. He would have to learn to reign in his temper a bit better before it got him into trouble.

The other one balked only at the mention of the salary. Of course there was to be a salary. Ghosts weren't cheap to keep around, and a good ghost was certainly hard to come by these days. He would need to stick around until he was certain of their decision. If they decided favorably there would be no more trouble between them, but if they decided to ignore his requests there would be hell to pay. Erik did not like being denied the few things he asked for, and really it wasn't much when one considered all of the things he could ask for.

"..I, Madame Giry, was hoping to make THAT announcement of the Vicomte as our Patron, TONIGHT when he was to join us for the gala. And again, Andre, as I said, we shall have to refund a full house!" He tore at the note he had took to scan it over and he frowned heavily. Andre raised an eyebrow, "..I understand, but in God's name! Relax!" Firmin nodded, "Fine, fine." He frowned and looked to Madame Giry. "There has to be at least SOMEONE who will be able to sing in Carlotta's place." Andre stated boldly, hoping that this was true.