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 July 28, 2021. Today marks the two year anniversary of the mass shooting that happened in my town, so I'd like to take a moment to honor the lives lost today.
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Clutching Poe's hands, Y/n pulls him through the frenzied backstage crowd, up multiple flights of metal staircases, both of them climbing higher as Y/n casts frightened glances all around her. "Why have you brought me here?" Poe asks.
"We can't go back there yet!" Y/n exclaims.
"We must return!"
"He'll kill someone else! His eyes will find me!"
"Y/n, don't say that."
"And if he has to kill a thousand men-"
"Forget this waking nightmare."
"The Commander of the Opera is here!"
They break through the roof exit, finding themself on a snow dusted roof, beautiful angelic statues at every corner of the large brick building. Poe seizes her frenzied self by her shoulders. "There is no Commander of the Opera!"
Y/n stares at him just as defensively, growing calmer with the fresh air. "Poe, I've been there. To his world of unending night. To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness. Poe, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that face...?" She trails off, her words not ones of malice but of adoration and intrugue.
The Commander, perched on a statue, listens to them, gnashing his teeth together as he misinterprets everything.
"But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind. And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before," Y/n says, fondling the rose lovingly through her ecstatic trance.
"It was a dream and nothing more," Poe says.
Still abstracted and ignoring him, Y/n stares straight at the statue which the Commander hides behind. "Yet in his eyes, all the sadness in the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore." The Commander leans back, pressing his back against the statue, moved by her words.
"Y/n," Poe scorns.
"Y/n," the Commander says, love laced through his calling.
Poe approaches Y/n, taking the rose and tossing it to the side, taking her hands in his. "No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here: nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you."
The Commander, biting his lip so furiously it begins to bleed, exits the roof swiftly and quietly, not bearing to listen to another word of their lovesick confessions.
Or rather, the lopsided one.
For he didn't stay long enough to hear a response.
Y/n looks down at their hands then back at Poe's face, slowly pulling away from him. "Poe, no. I...I don't want this."
"What?" He asks.
"I fear you have feelings for me," she says, tears brimming her eyes.
Poe nods solemnly but hopefully. "I do, Y/n. And I hope you do too."
Y/n looks at him with wide, truthful eyes. "I do not, Poe, I'm sorry. It's...him. The Commander. I want for him."
"You cannot be serious," Poe says, bewildered, stepping back.
She nods. "That I am. I wish not for our friendship to end, however. Please promise me that, Poe."
He looks down at the trodden snow, crest-fallen, but welcoming. "I cannot say I am not disappointed. But to be your friend, Y/n, is a far better fate than to distance myself from you."
The Commander has returned after his words.
Y/n smiles thankfully and hugs him tightly, Poe picking her up and whirling her around. "I missed you, Little N/n," he whispers into her hair. They disappear through the door back into the Opera House, searching for Rey and Madame Organa presumably. In their flurry, the discarded rose still remains smashed on the snow.
The Commander steps out as little flurries of snow begin encircling him. He speaks quietly and plaintively."I gave you my music, made your song take wing and now how you've repaid me, denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing- Y/n!" He chokes out, clutching the rose to his lips as heavy sobs wrack his body.
Y/n's soft voice floats up from some opened window, from her dressing room, an old song from some long-forgotten musical. "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word, and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning..."
The Commander's sobs grow quieter, but more pained as he listens to her sing sweet love ballads to Poe. Wrongly. To him.
"You will curse the day you did not do all that the Commander asked of you!" He yells, cursing the snow-flurried wind.
i mean it still hurts but at least i didnt break down crying like i usually do at the end of act 1
oh yeah in the musical this would be the end of act 1 and everybody would be bawling
when i saw this on broadway my sister had to cover my mouth because i was crying so hard
anyways miscommunication <3
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