Angel of Music

Chapter Three: The Disaster

Turning dramatically, Grimhilde flashed her cape and walked away towards her maids. She yelled something in German quickly before she stood in front of her maidens.

Chatter began. Some cried out in please, most waved her goodbye with smiles on their faces. It was clear to see that some people would not miss her absence. Not at all.

"Get my doggy. Bring my doggy. Bye-bye." She shrieked as her maidens strived to keep up with her fast pace.

The two new owners glanced over to Dimitri, who was smiling as if it was a normal occurrence.

"What do we do?" Lumier asked quickly, begging for a reply.

"Grovel." He stated simply. When the men didn't make an advancement, he recited the term twice, "grovel, grovel." He urged them off. Giving them the obvious hint to help.

Both men progressed towards her. Grovel. Don't neglect to Grovel.

"I'm going now! It is finished!" She screamed as her maidens trail behind her. Rolling their eyes at how theatrical she was. Vladimir followed behind. Being her husband and all, he had no choice.

"World-renowned artist and great beauty," Cogsworth crawled. He elaborated every line, hoping to convince Grimhilde to stay.

"Bella Diva." Lumier suddenly added as he stands behind her. Turning at the statements, she nodded her head in agreement. Saying her approval in German, she allowed them to continue their praise.

"Goddess of song," Cogsworth honoured.

Dimitri, now being at Cogsworth side, rolled his eyes at how feeble their compliments were. He watched anxiously, wondering if Grimhilde was truly flattered by their statements.

"Monsieur Radcliff, isn't there a rather marvellous aria for Elissa in Act three of Hannibal?" Lumier asked as he stared at Grimhilde. Having hold of her hand, he kissed it delicately. Flattering her in any way he can and he was doing a prosperous job.

"Perhaps the signora..." Lumier trailed off but was cut short by Grimhilde.

"Yes, yes, yes, but nein! Because I have not my costume for Act three. Because somebody not finished it!" She shouted as she glared over to the designer, who merely bowed her head in discomfort. Lumier turned to observe the designer who had made signora so enraged.

"Yes but Signora, as a personal favour, would you oblige us with a private rendition?" Cogsworth questioned with a smile. All was quiet. Pausing for an answer from Grimhilde. Those who knew her knew the result already, Dimitri being one of them.

She was now crying, fakely. She was performing anything she could to get attention. Anything.

"Unless, of course, Monsieur Radcliff objects," Cogsworth adds, whilst turning to Radcliff who was behind the peer. He, like many others, was growing bored with Grimhilde's act but gave a fake small smile.

Radcliff had no time to object, Grimhilde had cut in again.

"No, permit me to think." She commanded in a whimpering voice. All was an act. Even the deep breath to regain her normal breathing pattern was an act. She flaps her hands around a while as if she was trying to calm herself down.

"If my manager's command," She stated with a slight whimper. Still, her act was visible. She smiled brightly towards them, which earned a grand smile from them. A sigh of relief slipped, quietly, from their mouths.

"Monsieur Radcliff?" She questioned.

"If my diva commands." He jested back with a serious tone evident in his voice. Some sniggered at the statement but concealed it well as they feared what she would do.