An Angels Opera

1

Christine
I had just finished rehearsal for Hannibal, and I was on my way to the dormitory when Elodie suddenly bombarded me.

"Chrissy! Guess what!"

I rolled my eyes,

"What."   

"I just overhead that La Carlotta is retiring!"

I stared at her in amazement,

"That's wonderful! Now we won't have to listen to her sing!"

She giggled, and said the dumbest words I had ever heard,

"You can audition to be the next Prima Donna!"

I snorted,

"I will become the Prima Donna when the Manger retires!"

Elodie smirked,

"You do know there are rumors going around that he is going to retire."

"Rumors are rumors, he has been the mangers for twenty five years!"

She paused for a second before replying.

"How about we make a bet? If Monsiur La Feve retires, then you have to audition to be the Prim Donna."

I thought about it for a moment. This was a strange idea, but I loved a good risk, especially if the reward was good.

"And of I win?"

"I will buy you pastries from the market for a week."

"Done!"

Elodie smirked, and walked away. I laughed at how confident she was when the odds were clearly in my favor. I kept walking when Meg appeared.
I rolled my eyes,

"Is it just impossible for me to climb the stairs in peace?"

Meg laughed, "Elodie just told me the bet. You have no shot of winning! Mother already told me that Monsiur La Feve is retiring!"

A wave of horror rippled through me,

"NO! I refuse to audition for a part that is impossible to get! I'll only embarrass myself!"

Meg doubled over, laughing like it was the end of the world.

"Oh Christine! You wouldn't lose! You have the most angelic voice that anyone has ever heard!"

I glared at her for a few seconds.

"Lying is bad for the soul, Meg. And you and Elodie will never get me to audition!"

"We'll see."

Elodie
I skipped away from Christine, laughing at the fact that she thought she had a chance at winning the bet. I mean, nobody can get away with a bet like I do. I spotted Meg and raced over to fill her in. After I told her she giggled cheerfully, and replied, "Poor Chrissy, she actually thinks she has a chance!"

I nodded, laughing, and continued my gleeful skip. As I arrived at my room, I noticed that my door was cracked open. I called out, "Who's there?"

When nobody replied, I put my hand behind my back, where I kept my revolver. I crept into my room to find...

A cat!

I rolled my eyes, and scooped up the creature, "Stupid cat!" I laughed a little bit then plopped onto my bed.

"You know, she's actually quite clever."

I jumped up, and spun around towards the voice, pulling out my gun. The cloaked figure laughed at the action.

"Well, I'd expect nothing less from you, Elodie."

"Who are you?!" 

I cursed myself for not locking the door when I left.

"I'm the Phantom of the Opera."

I rolled my eyes,

"The Phantom of the Opera isn't real, now I'll ask again. WHO.ARE.YOU!"

"I already told you young lady. But if you must know my real name, then I am Erik Destler."

I looked closer at him, he seemed vaguely familiar, "Well, Erik, what are you doing in my room?"  

"I came here to ask a favor."

I squinted my eyes, what the hell did the 'Phantom of the Opera' want with me.

"What favor?"

"I want you to help get Christine Daaé to be mine."

I scoffed, "Chrissy does not need someone, she is perfectly fine where she is."

Erik laughed, "That's why I'm asking for your help."

"And why should I trust that you won't hurt her?"

His eyes flashed with rage.

"I would NEVER hurt Christine! I love her."

I considered this for a moment.

"And what will I get from this?"

"I will be in debt to you."

I contemplated my options, thinking about how this would benefit Christine and I.

"Fine."

Erik smiled, "Thank you, Madamoiselle. You can contact by knocking 3 times on your mirror."

"How does that work?"

He laughed at my curiosity.

"That's a secret."

And with that, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.