Sunday came fast for me as it did for the cast. Upstairs everyone was putting finishing touches to the set, their costume and to their voice. My heart ached for Christine. I need to hear her sing. See her smile because I made her smile.
I was standing on the walk from high above the stage to where the chandelier hangs.
"Sir! Monsieur Daroga!" Turning to the sound I see Madame Giry with a man walking behind her. He was wearing a trench coat. Casual wear.
"Yes. Ah Madame Giry." Daroga was standing with the mistero turning to Madame Giry.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" Daroga grabbed the man's hands into a shake.
"So am I sir."
"I know you won't be disappointed. Our cast is superb." Daroga spoke in a way I never heard him speak. This man makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Come." Daroga patted his shoulder gesturing him up the stage steps.
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As night fell people began to fill the theater. My usual rounds began, except this time to Christine's dressing room more precisely. Thru tunnels I came to her room. I could see her thru the mirror, but she couldn't see me. She had her hands on her side of her head.
"You can do this." The spoke to herself at her dresser mirror. I wanted to hit the switch moving the glass so I could walk to her. Tell her she can do it. That I believe in her. But what would she think of her angel coming thru a mirror?
The door opened entering little Meg Giry. "Christine. Are you alright?"
"Just before show jitters."
"You will do amazing. He would be pleased."
"Who, would be pleased?"
"The Opera Ghost."
"Oh Meg. I'm not sure I believe we have a ghost."
"All Opera's do, but there is something strange about ours."
"Oh Meg." Christine repeated. She seemed amused. "I believe in ghosts, but one that kills? Well that's different." There was a long pause between them.
"We must get going. Can you help me with my dress Meg?" Meg walked over to a chair were Christine's dress lied. That's my cue to leave. Leaving I walk thru the tunnels again, but leading to box 5.
Sitting in box 5 I adjust the curtains. Across the room in a box was the strange man. He was accompanied by a man who looked older than he. The lights rose lighting up the stage, darkening the audience. The music began filling every crack in the Opera's foundation.
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Christine sang, but only little verses. I couldn't remember if she had a large song. The show was almost over.
"But Giselle, tell me do you truly love him?"
Oh, Giselle, my friend
Do you truly love him?
Does he truly love you?
I can't have you hurt.
You're my friend
My lovely friend
He's not from here
He's not one of us
But if you love him, I will give you my blessing.
Do you love him?
Does he love you?
My dear friend
I only care
Christine sang to Carlotta who was Giselle. The house aroused into applause. I almost did as well, but I controlled myself. The girls hugged proceeding the scene.
I stood leaving my box. My heart still ached but to see her. She was beautiful. Her voice soared.She's my angel. My angel of music.
UPDATED: JULY 12, 2016
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