It Was Always Her

Chapter 5

Yvette's POV

"Yvette.." I hear someone say and I lift my head off my bed. The deep voice sounds so welcoming and familiar. I open my eyes and let them adjust to the darkness in my room. "Yvette! Open up!" I hear my sister pracically yell from the other side of the door. She knocks on the door. "Yvette!" She squeals.

"I'm coming hold on!" I yell back as I get out of bed and stretch my arms high above my head. My dream from last night seemed so real. The mysterious masked man singing sweet melodies to me, almost kissing me. I shake my head, it was only a dream. I get out of bed and open the door, revealing my impatient sister. She rushes past me into my room.

"Good morning to you too." I mutter and shut my door. I turn around and see my sister rummaging through my closet. She pulls out a knee length green dress and tosses it to me. She also pulls out a corset and tosses that at me too.

"Hurry up and put these on, I'll do your hair." I open my mouth to say something and she grabs the corset from me and spins me around. She quickly starts lacing it so tightly up my back, I believe that I'm going to explode.

"Put the dress on Yvee, I still need to do your hair." She wines as I quickly try and put my dress on. Once I have it on, she laces up the back of my dress and pushes me towards the small vanity in my room. She grabs a brush and starts attempting to tame my blonde curls. I open one of the small drawers in the vanity and find a small container filled with powder that the actors use during performances. I grab a large makeup brush and heavily coat the left side of my face with makeup.

Once I finish, I turn and look at myself in the mirror. The shade of powder matches me pretty well. It only looks a little unnatural but it'll have to do. Charlotte finished putting my hair up in a tight bun. I was impressed she managed to control it that much.

I turn around and look at my sister. She looks so beautiful with her brown hair pulled up into a bun similar to mine, but in a more messy style with a few of her curls framing her face. Her blue eyes are shining with excitement. She smiles at me and grabs my hands.

"Can you believe this Yvee? We are working at the world famous Opera Populaire! And I could possible be a lead singer here!" She squeals excitedly and jumps up and down while holding my hands. I laugh and stand up giving her a hug.

"You better go now Lotte, rehearsals are probably starting soon." Her eyes grow wide and she nods.

"Okay, Yvee, I'll see you at the end of the day!" She smiles and rushes out of the room. I laugh and shake my head. My sister could be so insane sometimes. I walk over to the large mirror on my wall and look at myself. I looked so normal, my dress hugged my hips and flared out at the bottom. It was beautiful, but it wasn't me. I search through my closet and surprisingly find what I'm looking for.

I pull out a pair of trousers and a button up white top. If I am going to be working in the flies, I don't want a dress in my way. I glance at my appearance once more in the mirror and rush out of the room. I make my way to the stage and stand in the wing, watching the ballerinas dance about the stage. I look among the people and find my sister chatting to a group of girls that look to be around her age.

"Excuse me monsieur." I turn around and see a man with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes looking at me. He looks shocked when I turn around. "Oh pardon me mademoiselle, what are you doing back here?" He asks me.

"I was hired to work here by the Vicomte de Changy. He informed me that I could work backstage." The man nods. "My name is Yvette." I curtsy and look up at him.

"My name is Leo, it is a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Yvette." I smile and have a flashback from my dream. The masked man smiling at me and calling me "Mademoiselle Yvette"

"Where would you like me to begin working?" I ask Leo. He motions for me to follow him further backstage. We arrive at a spiral staircase. "Go up there and talk to Buquet, he is chief of the flies. You are small and agile so you shall be perfect to work up there." He gives me a warm smile and walks away. I start up the staircase. When I get to the top, it's like a whole different world. I can see everything and everyone on stage.

"Who are you?" I hear a gruff voice ask. I turn around and see a man, with gray hair about fifty, standing behind me. He is definitely a larger man. I clear my throat.

"My name is Yvette, monsieur. And I'm assuming you are Buquet?" He nods.

"Follow me."

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I walked into my room, absolutely drained of energy. Working in the flies for ten hours was a lot more exhausting than I believed it would be. Buquet had spent the first two hours showing me the ropes, ha, literally. I eventually got the hang of it and figured out what I was supposed to be doing. The only weird thing that happened was that sandbag that almost fell on Carlotta. I have no idea who could've done it but I heard a little blonde girl say something about "The Phantom of the Opera". Such nonsense, ghosts aren't real.

But Carlotta threw a fit and started yelling about everything the "ghost" had done the past three years. She then proceeded to walked off stage saying that she wasn't going to preform in the next Opera, so guess who now has the lead role? That's right, my kid sister Charlotte. I watched from the flies as she had sang the aria and won over the hearts of everyone in the auditorium.

"Ghosts aren't real." I say as I walk over to my closet and pull out a night gown, laying it gently on my bed.

I took off my shirt and tried to unlace my corset, but I gave up in the middle of it and just pulled it off over my legs. I sighed, it was a relief to get that horrid thing off me. I took off my pants and discarded them somewhere on the floor, I didn't really care. Pulling on the nightgown, I crawled into bed and was falling asleep when I suddenly remember something. I sit up in bed and remember little Meg saying something about "The Phantom of the Opera". If he is real and he is a ghost, ghosts usually com out at night, right?

I pull on a white lacy robe, grab a candle holder along with some matches, and open the door to my room. making sure nobody is there, I dart out into the hallway and run towards the direction of the stage. I open one of the back doors to the stage and walk inside. It gives off such an eerie feeling at night. I place the candle holder that I brought in the middle of the stage, and light it. I don't hear any ghosts, so I decide to sing and lure out the ghost the only way I can think of, by singing.

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