Stories of the Night (Phantom of the Opera)

Chapter 12: The Ghostlight Dinner

Everyone needs to watch the video on the side or above. The inspiration for this chapter came from that dance called Ghostlight  (my favorite) from my favorite cheographer Travis Wall. He is a genius and an amazing artist. If you don't know who he is, look him up because you need to see how amazing he is.

You will understand why it's there later in the chapter.

I awake with a start, curled next to Erik.

"You are late!" Madame Giry exclaims.

At this Erik jumps out of bed and has a sword to Madame Giry's neck before he had even fully woken up.

"Erik put down the sword." I sigh.

He seems to wake up a bit more at that and slowly lowers the weapon.

"I'm sorry Madame, it is difficult to tell time down here. I assume it is time for my costume fitting?" I ask, dragging myself from the soft, warm bed.

She nods sternly, "It is. You had better make your way up the to seamstress quickly."

She then turns on her heels and leaves. I feel Erik's arms snake around my waist as I go to follow her.

"You don't really have to go my love, do you? There is no morning lark here in my world. Only the nightingale sings here, and that is myself." He mumbles into my shoulders.

I laugh, turning around in his arms, "Have you been reading Romeo and Juliet, Erik?"

"Possibly." He answers shyly, looking up to me.

I sigh, "Oh how I wish I could act out this scene with you, but my dear I fear that Madame Giry is the morning lark that calls me away." I peck his lips, softly stroking his face.

He groans, "If you must."

I smile, "I love this side of you Erik. Your soft, gentle, venerable side."

I race to my room changing quickly and then I run down to the seamstress.

She turns my way as soon as I burst through the door. I glance at the table she stands next to and see a pile of tulle.

She hands me a corset, "Put this on. Madame said you would be rehearsing in full costume."

The seamstress laces up the corset for me. She then helps me into the fluffy white tutu, it hangs down lower in the back and is almost shredded to give it the look of a ghost.

She attaches my wings and then helps me with the head piece. A vail from the head piece drapes down my upper body.

"All done, now go rehearse." She sends me off.

I glance in the mirror as I leave, I gasp, this costume is beautiful.

I quickly get to the stage where Madam Giry waits for me.

"I know you have seen this ballet many times, the first act is very short. I assume you already know most of the steps. We will fill what you don't know of the second act. We will start when you appear from behind the gravestone." I nod at Madame's instructions.

I crouch behind the elaborate gravestone.

"5, 6, 7, 8, and come up slowly arms in fifth omba. Nice, and back portabra. Now step slowly out from behind the stone like you have just woken up."

I follow her instructions like that for several hours, going back and repeating moves to help me remember them and then going on.

I am exhausted by the time we finish.