Of Fantasies And Realities (BOOK I)

Chapter 4

To all my imaginative buddies,
Here is a picture of what the D'Opera de la Fauston looks.......

Enjoy!

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The Meeting

Today was the fifth and last day of auditions at The Opera, another day to suffer through painful acts by performers who didn't know one quarter of what they were doing. So far, he hadn't found what or whom he was seeking.

Heriq Fauston sighed as he looked out of the carriage windows overlooking the roads of New Grandville City. He vowed that he could dance far better than all the performers he had met since the auditions began. This he could do because he had always been light on his feet.

He made up his mind to end the auditions immediately after the first three acts if they didn't so much as please him in the least. He was fed up with untalented dancers making fools of themselves on his theatre and wasting the precious time he could have being spending, trying to woo the lovely Cordylea.

The corner of his lips quirked up in a small smile.

Cordylea Armstrung.

The most prettiest girl in all of New Grandville City, if not all of Grandville. With hair as white as a lily, hazel eyes, full red lips begging for his kisses, pale skin as smooth as the ocean, she'd always managed to turn him into mush when she so much as glanced his way. He couldn't get the image of him kissing those lips out of his blasted mind.

"With that accursed smile on your face, I am assuming you are not fantasizing about today's auditions", Darren spoke up for the first time since they left the manor.

Crap! I'd totally forgotten about the fool.

Heriq tried to compose himself. He put back his blank expression. "You're not so feebleminded after all, Mr. Darren".

"Why, thank you sir. I couldn't be your friend otherwise", the young man jeered back and they shared a laugh. "While you were busy with your... thing, you failed to notice that the carriage came to a stop a good thirteen minutes ago and we've being sitting here for half a bloody hour looking like morons".

"You filthy little ratbag!"

"Tell me, what occupies your mind?", Darren wiggled his eyebrows at Heriq and smiled goofily. "Is it a certain white-haired?"

Heriq scoffed and maintained his blank expression. "Can we proceed into the Opera and carry out what business we came here to attend?", he ordered and alighted from the carriage, leaving Darren behind to tag along or not.

"Yes, yes. You're quite the grumpy bastard today", Darren said dryly and took his time alighting from the carriage.

It's going to be a bloody long day, Heriq sighed as the doorman pushed open the doors of the opera to allow him passage.

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"Where are you going dressed like– that?", Sofie gasped and hurried off to confront her sister.

Terisah gave Ellie a once-over. "Why, to the opera of course", she raised an eyebrow at her sister who shook her head.

"It's much too revealing", Sofie cried out. "Are you perhaps wanting to catch a husband at the opera? Or cause another scandal? Because Mother would have a coronary if she sees you in– in that. She is going to really die this time, I tell you". Ellie folded her arms and stared at her sister with a bored look on her face. Sofie continued her rambling. "The neck line, it's too low and the material is flimsy, almost transparent. Tell her Terisah!. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination", she looked at Terisah for support. Ava raised her head briefly from the needlework she was doing and went back to it without commenting.