Today was the big audition. Victoria tapped her fingers nervously on her makeup table as Madame Giry did her makeup. It was the only way to have little to no, suspicion while she was auditioning. Madame Giry noticed the poor girls nerves.
"don't worry child. Everything will go fine." she smiled reassuringly with her thick accent. Victoria nodded slightly, her mind in another place. "all done, have a look." she pointed toward the mirror. Victoria looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a normal girl. No scars or deformities to be seen.
"I look.... Normal." Victoria searched for words. She heated her father come into the room. She could tell it was him by they way his footsteps sounded. Which she knew she should be too proud of that. He stood there in silence, looking at her as if for a second, he couldn't recognize her. "papa?" she looked at him through the mirror. He nodded as if saying he was okay. She saw through the stone emotionalism he wore, she always did. She ran up to him and hugged him.
"you look beautiful mon ange." he whispered.
"I feel like a porcelain doll." she laughed slightly. He chuckled, holding her at arms length, to get a good look at her. She indeed looked like a porcelain doll, with her soft rosy cheeks and deep brown eyes that twinkled with hope. Madame Giry cleared her throat softly.
"it is time to go my dear." she stood up and reached out for victoria's hand. She took it and the two walked up through the passage ways. Victoria got one last look at her father. They walked in silence, until they reached the door leading to the stage.
"madam Giry, Idon't think I can do this." Victoria whimpered. Madam Giry sighed and put her hands on Victoria's shoulders.
"Why would you think that?" She asked. Her voice was soft. "Singing is in your blood child." She smiled.
"there are too many people out there." She yelled softly. Madam Giry tucked a loose strand of Victoria's hair behind her ear.
"There are only three judges out there." Madam Giry chuckled.
"that's three too many." Victoria wrinkled her nose like she always did when she was upset.
"You'll do fine." Madam Giry encouraged, opening the door, pushing Victoria infront of her gently. She motioned Victoria to go onto the stage. She spoke with the new managers of the opera house, since they were holding the auditions. Then she left through the way she came in, leaving Victoria alone on the stage by herself.
"state your name mademoiselle." one of the managers stated in a monotoned voice, not even looking up from her papers.
"Victoria Destler." She said with her held chin up high.
"Okay, miss Destler. When ever you're ready."
Victoria nodded at the pianist, he began to play.
"She's resplendent, so confident, La sein, la sein, la sein.
I realized, i'm hypnotized.
La sein, la sein, la sein. I don't know, don't know-" Victoria stopped singing. "wait! Oh no I messed up." She looked at the judges, the looked some-what sympathetic. "Do you mind if i sing something else?" She asked, she looked up at box five. She felt his eyes on her and could almost hear him swearing under his breath. She smiled shakily. After what felt like an hour, they all agreed to let her try again with a new song. She sighed, trying to think of a song. Then it hit her.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night.
She held the last note, slowly letting it fade and reach the back of the theater. The managers talked among themselves and nodded. The already assigned stage hands watched her from backstage.
"Thank you miss Victoria, we'll let you know." the second manager smiled. Victoria nodded and bowed her head.
"Thank you, have a nice day." she smiled and walked out the door to meet her father.
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The phantom's daughter
FanfictionAfter the death of Victoria's mother, Christine, Raoul takes her to her father. Her real father, the phantom, how will this work? Read and find out.
