A young soprano named Y/n Kenobi becomes the obsession of a predatorial and murderous musical genius who lives beneath the Chandrila Opera House in Paris. When the Commander begins terrorizing the cast and crew while anonymously tutoring her, her ol...
A/n: Hello everybody! Today is still July 26, 2021. I'm just pumping out chapters as fast as I goddamn can cause I've gotta get this done LMAO. I also have Stockholm Syndrome and adore POTO with every part of my heart but combine it with Ky and I just have a meltdown.
Skywalker, clutching a newspaper, enters the Opera House, empty except for the maids scrubbing the marble floors. "'Mystery after Gala night! Mystery of soprano's flight! Mystified,' all the papers say, 'we are mystified- we suspect foul play. Bad news on soprano scene'. First Phasma, now Y/n. Still, at the least the seats get sold. Gossips's worth it's weight in gold."
He strides towards Solo's office. "What a way to run a business! Spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers 'opera!' To hell with Gluck and Handel- have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!"
Solo bursts out of his office, in a temper, confronting Skywalker in the corridor. "Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable-"
"Solo, please don't shout. It's publicity, and the take is vast! It's free publicity," Skywalker hushes.
"But we have no cast," Solo groans.
"But, Solo, have you seen the queue?" Solo produces a black-bordered letter, to which Skywalker regards with scorn. "Oh, it seems you've got one, too."
They enter the office as Solo reads the letter. "'Dear Solo, what a charming gala! Y/n was, in a world, sublime. We were hardly bereft when Phasma left- on that note, the diva's a disaster. Must you cast her when her season's past its prime?'"
Skywalker brandishes his own letter. "'Dear Skywalker, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post: C.T.O. No one likes a debter so it's better if my orders are obeyed!'"
"Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain...," Solo demands.
"These are both signed 'O.G, K.R.'," Skywalker notices.
"Who the hell is he?" Solo asks.
Their eyes light up as they realize. "Opera Ghost!" They whisk out of the office and back into the corridor.
"It's nothing short of shocking," Skywalker gawks.
"He's mocking our position," Solo adds.
"In addition, he wants money."
"What a funny apparition to expect a large retainer! Nothing plainer- he is clearly quite insane!"
Poe burts through the doors of the Chandrila Opera House, clearly quite tacken aback. "Where is she?"
"You mean Phasma?"
"I mean Miss Kenobi- where is she?"
"Well, how should we know?" Skywalker scoffs.
"I want an answer- I take it that you sent me this note?" Poe asks, brandishing a black-bordered letter.
"What's all this nonsense?"
"Of course not!" Solo cries. "Don't look at us!"
"She's not with you, then?" Poe asks, walking with the men.
"Of course not! We're in the dark," Solo says.
"Monsiuer, don't argue- this is not the letter you wrote?"
"And what is it that I'm meant to have wrote?" Solo mocks. "W-Written," he stammers.
"'Do not fear for Miss Kenobi. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again.' Well, if you didn't write this, then who did?" Poe reads, agitated.
Phasma, flanked with Hux and her handmaidens explode into the foyer and charge up the staircase. She too, clutches a letter. "Where is he?"
"Ah, welcome back," the owners attempt to say cheerfully.
"Your precious patron, where is he?" Phasma shrieks.
"What is it now?" Said patron groans.
"I have your letter- a letter which I rather resent!"
"And did you send it?" Skywalker asks.
"Of course not!"
"You didn't send it?" Phasma asks, bewildered.
"Of course not!" Poe yells.
"You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?" Phasma protests, throwing the letter down on his outstretched palm.
"And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?" Poe mimics. "Your days at the Chandrila Opera House are numbered. Y/n Kenobi will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place."
"Far too many notes for my taste!" Skywalker exclaims. "And most of them about Y/n. All we've heard since we've came is Miss Kenobi's name!"
"Miss Kenobi has returned," Madame Organa interuppts, appearing suddenly with Rey beside her.
"I hope no worse for wear as we're concered," Skywalker says, exasperated.
"Where precisely is she now?" Solo asks.
"I thought it best she was alone," Madame Organa says calmly.
"She needed rest," Rey adds meekly.
"May I see her?" Poe asks urgently
"No, Monsiuer, she will see no one," Madame Organa rejects.
"Will she sing?" Phasma and Hux demand.
"Here, I have a note," she says simply, causing a collective groan to go up in the company. "Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nautre, detailing how my theater is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance.
"Y/n Kenobi has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of Il Muto, you will therefore cast Phasma as the pageboy, and put Miss Kenobi in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Kenobi plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the pageboy is silent- which makes my casting, in a word, ideal.
"I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant. O.G, K.R."
"Y/n!" Phasma practically screams. "It's all a ploy to help Y/n!"
"This is insane," Skywalker mutters.
"I know who sent this- the Vicomte; her lover!" Phasma yells, brandishing the letters under his nose.
"Indeed?" Poe asks ironically. "Can you believe this?"
"Signora! This changes nothing!" Solo yells after Phasma, who begins running away dramatically, Hux trotting after her.
"You are our star and always will be! The man is mad; we don't take orders!" Skywalker adds.
"Miss Kenobi will be playing the pageboy," Solo announces triumphantly to her, causing her step to stop. "Phasma will be playing the lead!"
HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE
love letters from kylo signed "K.R" make my heart go WHOOSH
although these are far from love letters
more death threats
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