The Final Aria (Discontinued)

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Opera

Dark into light. Splendor into torment. Torment to lust. Each production the Opera House held had a sinister meaning behind it all. Each meaning brought something new to thought. Each piece was executed exquisitely, all to the Opera Ghost's design. Each to the ghost's delight. Faust, Norma, Hannibal, Il Muto, La Belle et La Bete, Notre Dame de Paris, Robert le Diable, each held such dark nature. The only one that did not was the Opera Ghost's on piece, Don Juan Triumphant. A tale of lust and enchantment, what was known as a passion play.

The Opera Ghost had no idea what or who was about to grace the halls of his opera. He was oblivious to the idea that his opera house was fixed with the electric light. He was unaware of the poor soul that was like a wandering child, lost and alone outside the opera house. He was also unaware that the opera house had become a school for the fine arts. He didn't hear the soft humming. All he could hear was the fussing and buzzing about that was occuring on stage.

Monsieur Carriere was the manager of the establishment, or rather, former manager. He had only felt it right to tell the ghost what was to occur. It was only right for him to be in the know. Swiftly and silently he crept down below the opera house where former torture chambers lay.

The Opera Ghost paced about. "My God, what is going on up there?" the Opera Ghost pondered as he heard the fussing and buzzing. Monsieur Carriere sighed, "They've turned the Opera House into a school of sorts." The Opera Ghost huffed, "A school of what sorts?" Monsieur Carriere felt it necessary to tell him. "It is a school of the arts." The Opera Ghost glanced at him, "The arts. I presume mainly Opera and ballet." Monsieur Carriere spoke up, "Yes, it is." "Thank you, that makes me assured that it is in good hands." "About that... I am no longer manager, I am afraid."

"Monsieur Carriere, that cannot be," the Opera Ghost breathed. "It is, I am afraid. There is one last audition, then I have to be dismissed." "And so is the way of life." Monsieur Carriere nodded. "Who is the last person to audition?" the Opera Ghost wondered. "Poor thing came to Paris alone. I would have at least thought her father would've arrived with her, then I learned her father passed," Monsieur Carriere spoke. The Opera Ghost glanced at Monsieur Carriere in frustration, "That does not tell me who." "Her name is Roselyn."

"Roselyn, a rather innocent name," the Opera Ghost remarked. Monsieur Carriere nodded. "I would much like to hear her audition," the Opera Ghost smiled. Monsieur Carriere looked to the Opera Ghost. "Then hear it you shall," Monsieur Carriere declared as he started to ascend the staircase.

Monsieur Carriere went to the entryway of the opera house and saw a young woman standing there. She was clad in a rococo period style outfit. Her hair was rather long, reaching near the middle of her back. "Mademoiselle, why don't you come inside?" Monsieur Carriere offered as he opened the door. The young woman scurried up the steps and went inside. She was shaking. "You must be here for your audition," he spoke. "Yes, monsieur..." she started. "Gerard Carriere," he introduced. "Thank you," the woman spoke. "You must be Roselyn." "Yes, monsieur." Monsieur smiled and escorted the young woman known as Roselyn to the stage. "Just stand in the center, there." Roselyn went to the center and took a breath. "Sing whatever it is your heart desires." Roselyn smiled softly.

She knew just what to sing. She took another breath, preparing herself for the notes she would soon hit, "Gently you wonder what life will bring to you. Slowly you wonder what your heart has yet to give. What chance do you have? What love do you share? How far away must you go and must you travel so far? Why do you leave me alone? Why do you even try to make it up to me? What love do you dare give? What love do you show? Is there anything in your heart, or is there just HATE? Why do you bother to make it up to me? Why do you ever get these ideas and fancies in your head? Just take your affection... just take these chances... just take it all from me and leave me alone with all these years that we've put to WASTE!"