"oh to see you again.. a miracle it would be.. wait for me, for i shall return to you! the days we spent, the moments we shared, we'll be able to do it all again! we'll be reunited, dearest."
based on the novel, musical & movie.
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It all started on a busy day.
The Opera Populaire was as loud as the commanding Madame Giry busied herself on critiquing the ballet dancers, the managers trying to convince their beloved primadonna Carlotta to sing for their next show, the staff cleaning up but then suddenly, one of them slipped on the water and spilled all the water on the stage, causing Madame Giry & Carlotta to scream at them.
Whilst the Opera grew chaotic, only The Vicomte had the thought to look for their missing member of the ensemble, este star of last night's show Christine. He had worried himself sick ever since last night when The Swedish Soprano suddenly disappeared as if she were but a mist in her room when he had only entered a few minutes before. He grew more erratic when she hadn't returned for today's celebration.
He looked around almost everywhere in The Opera House, repeating the process the next day Christine hadn't returned. He looked like a fool! Some of the dancers and workers were both confused & surprised seeing a man with a big reputation & a high title act a a bit if not-really inappropriate and undisciplined, though they later shook it off as him drinking too much from the after-party last night.
The determined man didn't bother to be affected by their rude stares as he focused on finding the girl that had stolen his heart when they were children.
As he strolled around, looking for the mademoiselle, he saw a red scarf that looked similar to one that Christine had owned when they were just kids.
Memories came to him. He remembered when he and Christine were just childen, smiling fondly to their moments together. He remembered when he brought back Christine's old red scarf that the wind took from her. He remembered how the poor Daee girl cried & how it broke his heart to see her that way. He did everything to find that damned scarf and when he did, he knew that his efforts were a success because the smile that disappeared from Christine's face returned, and he swore to himself that he would never see her cry again.
A distant melancholic feeling came to him as he held the scarf, his head occupying thoughts of Christine. Yet another memory came to him. He remembered another red scarf, yet at the same time he couldn't. It was a vague memory that felt had happened recently, yet almost as if it never even happened.
He was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he only snapped out of it when he heard a voice. A sweet melody echoing throughout the halls he was in. Too busy being in his head, he did not realize that he was deep within The Palais without anyone in sight.
He recalled the song to be the one his dear friend sung last night, yet the voice was not owned by Christine. No.. The voice was much softer, more pristine compared to Christine's coloratura voice. A soprano it was still, but much more sweet, more comforting. The beautiful melody was a faraway dream that he could vaguely see yet could vividly remember.
"Pense à moi, pense à nous deux après nos au revoirs... Nem'oublie pas, où que tuailles promets-le-moice soir.."
