The Siren of the Opera [ON HOLD!!!]

Chapter Five

A month later...

  La Beaute Bestiale was just hours away. It was frustrating enough for Firmin to push the dateline further, due to financial issues and last minutes anouncements. Were it not for the Vicomte DeChangy, it would been best to cancel. An a full house, that is. Speaking of the Vicomte, he was rumored to be attending the opera. 

  Cleaners scrubbed and washed like they never had before. Repairmans fixing the best that they could, to any potential damages. Instrumentalist were all tuning their own instruments. The Vicomte and his family were their most powerful patron, and it would be a shame to lose them. Likewise, good impressions were a must. Not only for their sponsor, but to the public as well

  As manager, and to Firmin's delight, he was to meet the very Vicomte. The man was practically beaming, as he stood at the grand entrance. He could not be even happier when a certain carriage arrived. The doors open to reveal the patron himself. His hair was of the colour of caramel honey chestnut, short and ruffled. His features could mistake him of a prince. Not even his clothing says otherwise.

  "Ah, Monsieur Vicomte DeChangy. I humbly welcome you, to our grand Opera Populaire. We are gladdened upon your arrival", said Firmin.

  "As of I, Monsieur Firmin".

  "Come now, my boy. The opera is to begin. I shall take you to your seat".

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  The grand hall was a massive space. Even so, every last ticket, from right to left, back and fro were sold. Many nobles, Counts, Dukes, Dutchess, Lords, Lady and even a royal had already taken their seats. Awaiting with eagerness of another, well said, original opera. It brings the thrills of what an exiting new tale shall be brought. Apart of the plot, everyone would expect best of new numbers to hear.

  The lights dimmed, and the curtains were raised and pulled. The violins played their melodious tune, creating the harmony that sets in. Thus, Act One was to begin. It started with a beautiful cheography, danced than none other than the Corps de Ballet. With their enchanting white dresses and fascinating props, the story starts. It follows of an enchanting sovereign, notable of being an alluring belle, as well as being a temptress. Many had tried pleasing her heart, yearning for her affection. Only to be returned with ignorance. However, there was one. One that had won her over. A mere farmboy.

  The Queen wanted him for herself, but like her admirers, she received news of a family the farmboy had. She knew he would never leave them. Not of will. So she did the one thing she did best. Poison him. Just like any of her other suitors. 

  She went down her lair, to brew her potion. Unknowing of what lies in the shadows. For there, it hid a neighbouring prince, whose mind of which was shallow. His intentions were clear; her love was his goal. No, not of illusion, but of pure heart and soul. He loved her so much that simple words could not express his desire. He watched his beloved, pour ingredients into a cauldron, chanting carefully while mixing it so. He finally saw her, pulling out a vial, taking a scoop of the same concoction and pouring it in. When done, she left the room, with no clue of her hidden fan.

  He stretched out from his hiding spot. Proceeded to examine his darling's works. It was indeed a love potion. Strong enough to make one lustful, with deep cravings for a person they might not even know. "This is my chance for her to notice me", he sang.

  He restarted the process. Grabbing all of the components needed, he spewed them in, with no order. He began to chant the words, without a care of acknowledging instructions. When finished, he immediately poured it into another vial. "It is now complete. Let us finally be together, my sweet".