The Angel of Music Sings for Me

Chapter 11: Don Juan Rehearsal

Rachel's POV

Though I don't want to be at this rehearsal, I'm here. The managers wouldn't leave me alone about, so after being very annoyed, I took up their offer, just to shut them up.

"Don Juan—Signor Piangi—here is the phrase:" Monsieur Reyer said, before singing the line, ""Those who tangle with Don Juan..."," He turned to the lead tenor, "If you please?"

"Those who tangle with Don Juan," Piangi sang, his accent messing with the, 'a,' in, 'tangle.'

"No, no. Nearly—but no," Reyer told him, and sang again, "Those who tan–, tan–, tan–..." he put emphasis on the, 'a.'
"Those who tangle with Don Juan," Piangi sang, attempting to fix the pronunciation, but it still sounded the same as before.

"His way is better. At least he make it sound like music!" Carlotta sniffed with her nose in the air. Another reason why I don't like rehearsals: Carlotta will not shut up and is cruel to everyone.

"Signora—would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?" Madame Giry made her way to Carlotta.

"The composer is not here," Carlotta retorted (yeah right), "And if he were here, I would say to him—"

The ballet mistress cut her off, "Are you certain of that, Signora?" she asked then walked away with Carlotta's face turning pale. I stifled a laugh, but to no avail. She saw me.

"What are you laughing at little toad?" she demanded with a sharp tone to her voice.

"Just the fact that we've spent only five minutes on this one section, and your getting impatient," I answered honestly.

"I was the Prima Donna! You should treat me with more respect!"

"'Was' being the key word in that sentence," I shot back.

"I know what you're planning. You're just jealous that I'm better than you," Carlotta said, as if she knew what I was doing, "You want to steal my spotlight, but you won't when I'm through with you."

"And that statement just proved that you are jealous of me," I said with a smirk, "You try so hard to be the center of attention, that you put down anyone you see as a threat. I honestly feel sorry for you. I know you've been the lead for the longest time, but chorus members help tell the story. They are just as important for the performance as the leads are. You probably see me as a threat, and you're scared no one will remember you once I take the stage, but it's time for someone else to have that chance in the spotlight. That someone is me, whether you like it or not."

Carlotta gaped like a fish as I walked away, not expecting to get a response.

"So, once again—after seven," Reyer conducted, "Five, six, seven..."

"Those who tangle with Don Juan," Piangi sang again, still making error of the pronunciation.

"Ah, piu non posso!" Carlotta said, snapping out of her daze and getting very annoyed.

"Is right?" Piangi asked, turning to me.

"Have patience, Signora," Madame Giry warned Carlotta.

"Not quite, Signor," I said gently and attempted to help him, "listen: "Those who tan– tan–" You see?"

"No one will care if it is right or if it is wrong," Carlotta retorted.

"Settle down now," Reyer warned her.

"I do not understand. I do not understand," Piangi mumbled, looking disappointed.

"Senor Piangi, may I suggest—" Reyer tried to say, before being cut off by Carlotta.

"Those who tangle with Don Juan!" she sang and everyone else, but myself joined in.

"Poor young maiden! For the thrill
On your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets!"

Erik's POV

I was watching from my place by the newer, larger, chandelier. It was rather amusing and frustrating to see. Piangi couldn't say his lines right, Carlotta was a witch as usual, and most of all, that plan they have set as a trap for me is nearly foolproof. Nearly...

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw a heated conversation between Carlotta and Rachel take place. I couldn't hear much except the last bit of the conversation.

"... but it's time for someone else to have that chance in the spotlight. That someone is me, whether you like it or not."
I nearly fell over. No one's ever stood up to Carlotta before. I mean sure, I mess with her a bit, but never called her out on anything. Maybe there's more to Rachel Daae than what I've seen for the past how many years. She walked away rendering the fallen Prima Donna speechless. It was a different side I've seen to her, and I did see that Christine did wear that ring from the ball on her finger. I guess Rachel was telling the truth. Who knows what she thinks of me. I need to apologize to her, but not here.

A/N: Hey all sorry for the short chapter. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!
Don't have much to say heh!

Luv ya,
Rachel the Short Potato Daae