The Commander of the Opera||Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Chapter 3

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is July 21, 2021. I'm on Facetime with Anna right now discussing if we'd get arrested if one of us ran away to live with the either to move into our little lesbian shack together.

"Phasma...she will be coming back, won't she?" Solo asks weakly.

"You think so, Monsiuers?" Madam Organa mocks. "I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost." She reveals the letter as the girls twitter in fear.

"Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed!" Monsiuer Skywalker groans.

"He welcomes you to his opera house-" Madame Organa begins.

"His opera house?!"

"-and commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due," she continues, gesturing with her cane to the elevated private seating area to stage right. Y/n looks up at it, seeing a wisp of a cloak from behind the rustling red curtain.

"His salary?"

"Well, Monsiuer Calrissian paid him twenty thousand francs a month," Madame Organa brushes off casually.

"Twenty thousand francs?" Skywalker asks, in complete shock.

"Perhaps you can affor more with the Vicomte as your patron?" Murmurs raise up from the crowd of gathered cast members.

Skywalker groans, glancing around. "Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Victomte was to join us at the gala. Obviously we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star!"

"Yeah, but surely there would be a, um...an understudy!" Solo exclaims, ever the optimist. 

"Understudy? There is no understudy for 'La Phasma'!" Maestro Ackbar cries.

"A full house, Solo. We have to refund a full house!" Skywalker wails.

Madame Organa glances at Rey and Y/n, clutching each other tightly. "Y/n L/n could sing it, sir."

Y/n freezes as all attention turns to her.

"What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly," Solo scoffs.

"She has been taking lessons from a great teacher," Madame Organa says proudly. 

Y/n is terrified, frozen on the spot as aggravated glares are shot her way.

A smirk, hidden in the shadows.

"Who?" Solo asks.

"I...I don't know his name, Monsiuer," Y/n answers uneasily, feeling the anonymous monstrosity's eyes on her from somewhere.

"Let her sing for you, Monsiuer," Madame Organa urges, squeezing Y/n's shoulders. "She has been well-taught."

"All right," Solo sighs. "Come along."

"From the beginning of the aria, then, Mademoiselle," Maestro Ackbar heaves, gesturing to the orchestra.

The entire company watches as Y/n moves centerstage, clad in her slave costume and ballet shoes. "Solo, this is doing nothing for my nerves," Skywalker whispers.

"Oh, she's very pretty," Solo hushes.

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while- please promise me you'll try," she sings in a clean and clear voice. 

A proud smile.

"When you find that, once again you long to take your heart back and be free," Y/n sings, wincing as she passes the part where Phasma was attacked. She begins to step more downstage, letting the numerous eyes watching her go. "If you ever find a moment spare a thought for me..."