Angel of Music

Chapter Twenty-Three: Don Juan Triumphs

The stage was set and so were the police. Everyone knew what was to happen and what was going to happen. After the police came in, many questions were asked which apprehend with them being involved in the plan to capture the Opera Ghost.

The music began. Actors ran on stage ready to play their part.  The curtains were drawn and everyone watched as a group of people stood on the stage performing their dance choreography.

The setting seemed to be within a huge hall with an arch. Behind the arch, which has curtains, is a bed. A fine table, laid for two. On either side of the wings were two spiral staircases which both lead to each other like a bridge. It was different and daring. Passarino, Don  Juan's servant, is directing the staff as they make the room ready. They are a crowd of sixteenth-century ruffians and Hoydens, proud of their master's reputation as a libertine.

"Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!" the chorus sang together in an unusual and strange sound. The guest began to talk of the strange and unusual show.

"Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets!" Grimhilde sang as she came to the middle of the stage.

Grimhilde was dressed in a Spanish dress. The gown was red and covered with a thick black lace that hugged her body tightly. She wore her hair up with red roses within it. A fan as a prop as well as red beads along her neck.

"Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again," the chorus, as well as Grimhilde, sang together.

The guests who were watching and listening carefully began to talk. The program was not like most of the shows. This was one more deep and more frightful than others. It took a dark and gothic outlook than most other plays.

Signor Vladimir, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. Anna, a gipsy dancer pirouettes coquettishly for him. He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves swiftly.

"Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan," Vladimir sang to his companion who stood to his right.

Vladimir was dressed in a black top and pants. A dark red jacket with a golden sword. A red blanket with golden detailing lay over his left shoulder and his face was painted.

"Your young guest thinks I'm you,-I, the master, you, the man," the man sang who played the part of Passarino. He looked vaguely like Vladimir, with a similar dress code and a black mask hiding his face.

"When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine," Vladimir sang powerfully.

The police had made their way to every door. Barcarding every door that would be a suitable exit. There was no exit that did not hold a police officer. They had consumed most of the dark corners and pathways.

"You come home! I use your voice -slam the door like the crack of doom!" Passarino sang with laughter clear in his voice.  

"I shall say: 'come -hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course -my room!'" Vladimir sang with a smirk and ending with a small laugh to himself.

"Poor thing hasn't got a chance!" Passarino yelled as he laughed along with his master.

"Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh," Vladimir stated with a laugh as he places on Passarino's cloak goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits.