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 29, 2021. 10TH CHAPTER WHOOP WHOOP! My birthday is on Monday omgggg. And then I start school 2 days after that! I'm gonna cry besties!
3 Months Later
New Year's Eve
Monsiuers Skywalker and Solo greet each other on the steps of the Opera House's grand foyer, every corner filled with masked people, dressed in makeup and grand costumes. "Dear Solo, what a splendid party!" Skywalker exclaims. "The prologue to a bright, new year."
"Quite a night! I'm impressed," Solo agrees.
"Well, one does one's best." They raise their champagne glasses, toasting each other. "Here's to us! The toast for the city!"
"What a pity that the Commander can't be here!" Skywalker smirks.
They walk through the doors to reveal the spectacular Opera Ball in full swing, the guests revelling in their own magnificence as they dance and, as theater workers would, perform for the other guests in their outlandish costumes.
Still, too many have eerie skeleton faces or Commander look-alikes.
"Masquerade! Paper face on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you. Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Look around, there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve, splash of puce, fool and king, ghoul and goose, green and black, queen and priest, trace and rouge, face of beast, faces! Take your turn, take a ride on a merry-go-round! In an inhuman race, eye of gold, thigh of blue, true is false, who is who? Curl of lip, swirl of gown, ace of hearts, face of clown, faces! Drink it up, drink it down, till you've drowned in the light and the sound!"
Y/n and Poe walk in together, both dressed beautifully and grandly, fitting right in to the most colorful setting. Y/n almost stops in her track as another Commander look-alike darts past, and she listens to the singers, more specifically, the melody.
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It's him.
The melody is the one of the monkey and barrell organ music box that brought her to consciousness that morning.
"Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds, masquerade.Take your fill- let the spectacle astound you. Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads, masquerade. Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you. Masquerade! Seething shadows, breathing lies, masquerade. You can fool any friend who ever knew you. Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes, masquerade. Run and hide but a face will still pursue you."
these lyrics are kinda dark mine :D
Phasma and Hux burst through, making a grand and dramatic entrance. "What a night!" Phasma exclaims.
"What a crowd," Hux comments.
"Makes you glad and proud," Skywalker continues. "All the creme de la creme."
