Le Fantôme de l'Opéra

Le Fantôme de l'Opéra: Part 1 [ENG]

Every spotlight in the theater was pointing to that graceful and elegant figure that is he was displaying on the stage with grandiose sophistication. His eyes followed her hips that swayed to the music; even his legs were never still: it was difficult to follow every detail with extreme precision because it was enough just to get distracted for a few seconds some movements had remained unperceived, ruining the "theater experience".

She swirled in the air, whirling on herself, soaring as gracefully as an insect: in fact, her costume reminded him of its appearance; she had these antennas that they protruded from the head that touched down to the ground and he possessed two eyes completely pitch black. His magenta suit reflected the lights from the searchlights, and she did nothing else than to captivate the audience, completely enchanted by her movements. Teruo, who was only there to guard the area, found himself destabilized by the girl's performance. He swung his legs off the chair, which he was on entirely bloated, almost in a disrespectful way, getting several glances from theater security. From his longboat – which was positioned on the higher right side, compared to the singer – it was possible to see both the audience and the limelight, without problems of a stiff neck. In the meantime, he continued to chew gum, being that smoking was strictly prohibited and it was impossible for a hyperactive like him not to have something to de-stress. The words he spoke, once he opened his scarlet lips, were of one language very familiar to Teruo, which made the gangster recall some memories that he would have gladly wanted to bury. Despite this, he did nothing but hang on lips of her. The soothing melodies but at the same time so inverse to what his tastes were, unlocked in him, a blend of emotions he had yet to decipher correctly. Was it disgust? Pleasure? And how could he ever like Opera? It wasn't about that shore, yet he felt that even though he hadn't even met her yet, the girl that she was performing was definitely on the same wavelength as his. The beauty of the almost angelic being did not allow Teruo's eyes to stop from the vision of the show, almost as if he had been hypnotized by those movements and by that sweet song. He whipped himself with a slap in the face, trying to come to his senses and return to planet Earth. He looked away from the stage, trying to avoid eye contact with the figure standing that was exhibiting at the time. Although every person present inside that theater was par excellence, the antithesis of what Teruo's character was, he saw in that girl something he had never seen before. He spat the gum into the trash can nearer and he leapt out of the tents. 

Teruo had stepped out of the longboat, waiting for the stalls to empty. Once there, there were, yes and no, about ten people left, he climbed the limelight line, despite it being forbidden, and he tried to get to the dressing rooms. Very carefully, he tried to sneak up to the curtain, trying to somehow hide inside it, gathering parts of the fabric into bundles. He somehow made his way to the door of what he assumed was the dressing room of the actress. When the light technicians were no longer in that area, he rushed to the padlock, peering inside, making sure that the person inside was the person he was looking for. Inside, he repeated to himself: "But what is driving me to do such a thing? Will she already have a man?" embittered and hopeless from the start.

The door suddenly opened before his eyes and Teruo froze.

"Were you spying on me?" asked the person who had come out of the closet. Despite not he had ever heard her speak, he could immediately figure out who it was thanks to his typical accent of hers. He jerked upright, looking at the girl almost in front of him frozen, devoid of a speaking tongue. She had thick magenta and bright colored hair and she wore this dressing gown of a velvety fabric.

"I'm the technician. They told me there was a problem and I came to check." lied Teruo trying to mask his voice, lowering it as much as possible, turning to the opposite side of her, raising his head upwards, and then turning back towards her. The woman covered her mouth with her right hand, bursting into gritted laughter.