Of Masks And Roses

A Job

A few hours later I awoke to my door opening. Turing my head I spied Madame Giry as she walked into the room, two girls trailing behind her. Madame Giry stared down at me, holding a small tray of food in her arms. I sat up in my bed and glanced over at the two girls standing behind Madame Giry. Only two guesses on who they were. The first had wavy, blonde hair, and innocent brown eyes. She wore a pure white tutu with tights and point shoes, standing in a relaxed first position with her arms resting in front of her. She looked down at me with a smile and I couldn't help but timidly smile back. It was clearly Meg Giry. The other girl was slightly taller than the first, yet wore the same garments as Meg did. She had curly, chocolate brown hair that tumbled down her back in waves. Unlike Meg, she stood normally, her arms by her side, holding a jar in her hands as her doe eyes gazed at me in curiosity. I couldn't help but stare back in wonder.

It's freakin' Emmy. I thought to myself. It's Emmy Rossum. From Phantom. From Shameless! I blinked. Wait, no. Not Emmy. Christine. Christine Daae... Still super intimidating though, jeez.

Madame Giry cleared her throat, causing me to draw my attention to her, "How are you feeling, mademoiselle?" she asked.

"B-Better." I answered. Glancing back and forth from Madame Giry to the two girls.

Madame Giry handed me the tray and I glanced down at it. On the tray was two slices of cheese, a piece of bread, a couple of steamed carrots and a small slice of ham. My stomach immediately began growling at the sight. I muttered a quick and very grateful thank you to Madame Giry before I snatched the bread and tore into it hungrily, grabbing the fork and knife and cutting into the ham as I chewed. It felt like I hadn't eaten in years, yet it had only been, at most, a day since the last time I had eaten. Granted, it hadn't been much. A large box of popcorn wasn't enough to keep me fed for 24 hours, despite how delicious it may have been.

Madame Giry coughed again to get my attention, causing me to look up at her wide eyed. I muttered a small apology and set down my utensils, giving her my full attention.

She gestured to the two girls, "Mademoiselle Moore, I would like to introduce to you my daughter, Meg Giry, and her friend Christine Daae."

I freakin' knew it.

"Its very nice to meet you two." I said to them. They smiled, nodded, and looked to Madame Giry as she continued.

"Meg is Prima Ballerina in the Opera Populaire and Christine is a dancer and chorus girl. They are going to help me take care of you for the next couple of days, bringing you your food and such if I should be busy."

So Christine isn't Prima Donna yet. I thought. Looks like I am in the beginning of the story.

Christine stepped forwards holding out the jar she was carrying, "I brought this for you," she said as she handed it to me. It was full of chopped ice and was cold to the touch, "I heard that you had a concussion from the fall, so I brought some ice for you."

I smiled up at her, "That's so sweet. Thank you Christine." Christine smiled back and backed away. I placed the jar upon my forehead and sighed softly as the cold began to dull the throbbing, which was finally almost gone. I took this moment to glance down at what I was wearing, and found myself in a white dressing gown.

I looked up to Madame Giry, "Where are my clothes?" I asked softly.

Madame Giry looked at me quizzically, "What do you mean?"

"I was wearing a red shirt and pants, wasn't I?" I asked.

She pursed her lips, "Oh, yes. The... garments that you were wearing were very... odd, to say the least. We wanted to make sure there were no other injuries from the fall, such as broken bones, so we had to remove them. Unfortunately, we had to cut them away. I apologize for any inconvenience."