Music love

The opera girl

In a old theater, a beautiful girl, Operetta, daughter of the scary and lovely Erik and the beautiful Christine. Her beautiful blue eyes and her red hair make everyone look for her, obviously.
She loves her parents, but sometimes she want kill Erik because he never let her go to parties. The most concert in her city was on way, of course she practiced her singing, while Erik almost crying for see his daughter singing. She was interrupted for her mother.
- Erik, you can stop cry while she try practice?-
- I can't! She have the beautiful voice in that world!-
- Please dad! I need practice my singing! I need be good for the critical!-
- You it's nervous, right?-
- Of course Mom! If I  be good in the concert, I'll enters in the best school music! But if i fall!? Or faint!? Or throws up in the critics! Or sing everything wrong!? Oh my god oh my god!-
- Hey, Hey... Stay calm, relax, you will be good in the concert or my name is not Erik the phantom!-
- That's not your name, dear.-
- It is now!!-
- Dad...You it's ridiculous you know this...-
- Welcome to the club who's think Erik it's ridiculous!-
- Woman! I'm not ridiculous!-
- So why are you wearing a cape?-
- Because it's sexy-
- No it's not. It's ridiculous! Dad!-
- Shut up or I'll hit you with a broom!-
- God okay!-
- Let's continue, sing-
- Okay..." Quand je vous aimerai?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas,
Peut-être jamais,
peut-être demain.
Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain.
L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
S'il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait;
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère
Il n'a rien dit; mais il me plaît.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
Si tu ne m'aime pas,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime!
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
Si tu ne m'aime pas,
Si tu ne m'aime pas, je t'aime!
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prend garde à toi!
L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
Battit de l'aile et s'envola;
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre;
Tu ne l'attend plus, il est là!
Tout autour de toi vite, vite,
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient!
Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite;
Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient!
L'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour!
L'amour est enfant de Bohême..."
- BRAVO! My sweetie pie!-
- *blushes* Hehe thanks dad!-
- That's was wonderful!-
Operetta smiles and hugs they. She was nervous with the concert, if the critics hates her.