Rachel is just a small town girl hoping to make it on Broadway. When a accident causes her to transport and become the main character in her favorite musical Phantom of the Opera she's excited to meet the acclaimed Phantom who stole her heart. As th...
The hours before the gala was all a blur. From costume fittings, to makeup testing, and wig fitting, everything was decided.
I get to wear the dress.
That's right the white dress that sparkles every time the fabric catches the light. I was fan girl screaming in my head until I realized this.
It was heavy. About twenty pounds of fabric not including the petticoat. I refuse to wear a corset due to the fact of what happened to Elizabeth Swan in Pirates of the Caribbean "Curse of the Black Pearl." Those things are death traps.
I wore the jewels in my hair after I put it in a braid, and let it sit for an hour, so my hair could have more definition in my golden brown waves. This is when I wish for a curling iron. I could've put my hair in ringlets. Oh well, you do what you have to do. Especially if you live in the nineteenth century. I wanted to wear my small chain with a music note that surprisingly came from the real world, but I guess it clashed too much. Also maybe a little too modern by a couple hundred years.
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A/N: I know it isn't accurate, but it's close enough to the movie version. It's a custom I found online. I looks very similar though.
When I looked in the full length golden framed mirror, I gasped. I looked stunning. Like a bride. Like a princess. Like a prom or homecoming queen.
Like an angel.
"Oh my goodness," Meg exclaimed, "You look beautiful Rachel!"
"Thanks," I replied.
"Really, you look like royalty," Christine complimented.
"Oh stop, you guys are making me blush," I joke.
"Well gotta go, mother said she needed me," Meg said as she bounced out the door.
"Well isn't she excited?" I ask Christine.
"She's always bubbly before galas," Christine replies, "You're so busy being Prima Donna that you forget that we all were just like that once."
"Oh yeah," I say, "Well it was great to see the both of you anyways."
"So Rachel," Christine starts, "Do you think he will be there."
"You mean our angel of music?" I ask.
"Well duh, who else?"
I laugh. Then our tone grew serious.
"I guess he'll be there, I mean I am one of his vocal students," I answer carefully.
"Yeah, I guess," Christine stared off into space.
"Still thinking about Raoul?" I tease.
"Yeah, it's just," Christine takes a breath before continuing, "I thought he'd notice me."
