Meanwhile, Monsieur Firmin entered the Opera Populaire's front door intrigued, yet outraged, with the current situation both him and his dear friend were living. And so were the town's newspapers, as he could see. First, there was a stupid "Opera Ghost" who wrote him even more stupid letters. Second, their night-before beautiful star had simply disapeared. Just like that. What a nightmare!
— "Mystery after gala night", it says "mystery of soprano's flight". — He read the piece of paper out loud, scaring the cleaning staff. — "Mystified! We are mystified, we suspect foul play"! Oh, God. First Carlotta, now Christine. Still, at least, the seats get sold... well, it seems gossips worth its weight in gold.
Then, he simply stopped and looked at one of the passing maids, making her freeze, waiting for something bad.
— What a way to run a business. — Firmin vented. — Spare me these unending trials! Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers. Opera! — He waved his hands. — To hell with Gluck and Handel, have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!
Going up the stairs, he surprisingly meets up with an extremely preoccupied André.
— Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!
— André, please don't shout! It's publicity, and the take is vast! Free publicity!
— But we have no cast!
— André, have you seen the queue? — The monsieur watches the white haired man take a red stamped letter from out of his pocket. And he didn't seem surprised at all. —
Ah, it seems you've got one too.
Monsieur Gilles André opened the black stained edge paper and began to read to the man.
— "Dear André what a charming gala, Christine was, in a word, sublime. We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left.
On that note: the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?!"
So Monsieur Firmin did the same and read his letter out loud as well.
— "Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost by return of post.
P.T.O.: — He spells with an ironic tone. — No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
"Outrageous! Disgraceful! Loathesome!", their minds thought. They have past only one day administrating the place and that's what they are obligated to deal with. Why, for God's sake?!
— Who would have the gall to send this? — Both asked themselves. — Someone with a puerile brain!
— These are both signed O.G. — Firmin observed.
— Who the hell is he?!
— Opera Ghost... — They realized disappointed, but not surprised.
— It's nothing short of shocking.
— He is mocking our position!
— In addition he wants money! — Firmin complements.
— What a funny apparition!
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The Angel Of Music - |P.O.T.O.|
RomantizmOnce upon another time, there was love. And from love, there was passion. From passion, there was life. But from passion, there was envy as well. And then, obsession, and hatred, and neglection. This is a story once known, full of romance, pitty, co...
