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« Thread Started on Oct 17, 2006, 11:02pm » | |
Hannibal had been performed to its extent until the final Act came forth and the Aria to be performed by Elissa the Queen of Carthage slowly slipped through the air like some soft melody. The Piano taking the over all rhythm to the song before SHE stepped out upon the stage, her gown white as snow and the glittering diamonds in her dark, curls twinkled like starlight in her unruly web. From his seat upon the balcony the Viscount De Chagny felt a slight tinge of recognition, of recollection and then when her voice began to glide from her swan like throat-He felt enthralled.
The notes dropped from her crystalline clear voice like fat rain drops playing the music of nature over stained glass. Raoul felt a piece of himself that he had once thought filled begin to become a void, triggering in his mind of nostalgia. Remembering a time long ago when he'd plunged into the salty depths for a crimson scarf. Returning it to a very large doe eyed girl, who was so very gawkish then, her long curls blowing in the wind. That had been years ago, so many years ago before he'd gone away to sail the world.
Only the beauty before him had changed in those years, and as her voice lifted in to the note that rung out. Lyrics that made him think on the times he'd thought of her, until he'd almost given up in ever seeing her again. Slowly, almost in fear he set down his Opera glasses, and stood startling those bodies around him, clapping loudly though the piece was yet to be finished.
"Bravo!" He exclaimed, leaning over the balcony with his hands gripping the railing firmly. Looking upon her in awe, and still slight shock, for she'd more than likely not remember him if at all. It had been as he knew so long ago, young and innocent. Where had all that gone? With the years and with time, but never her face her beauty only heightened what he'd believed she would be.
Sitting back down slowly, he continued to watch her with intense blue eyes. Marking her every move, listening to every note and word, and he suddenly felt himself falling in love with the Queen of Carthage just as the rest of Paris had done. Once it had concluded he waisted no time in finding himself backstage, almost nervous yet so very antsy. He wanted to see her, had to, at least to confirm for himself that it was her.
"No thank you Gentleman I'd like to speak with the Mademoiselle myself," Raoul said with a brilliant grin. Sent in the direction of the managers who looked almost perplexed and then without further ado- Raoul entered the dressing room, to find her sitting at her mirror. Silently he closed the door his presence unmarked until he spoke, his deep baritone nearly a purr in his throat.
"Little Lotte, let her mind wander.." He'd started, bringing back the girl and the boy from the past. A blossoming dozen of red roses clutched in his strong hands. Would she respond?
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« Reply #1 on Oct 18, 2006, 11:20pm » | |
She was ready. It was the conclusion to Hannibal, that special Aria she had awed the new managers with just the night before. Her Angel of Music had told her it was time; time for her to take her rightful place in the Opera Populaire. She believed him. Feeling comfortable in her long flowing white gown, she stepped out on stage for her grand solo.
She let the first notes of the piano caress her like a soft blanket, comforting her and giving her the will to sing. Her mouth opened and the words flowed from her lips effortlessly, like a stream in the spring. She lost herself then, letting the music take its form. She turned her head ever so slowly, panning out around the audience, singing to each person in their opera best. “Recall those days,” she sang, “look back on all those times. Think of the things we’ll never do.” She began singing to the balcony. “There will never be a day, when I won’t think of you....” and her eyes fell on a figure from her memory. Can it be...? But her thoughts only wavered for a moment for she had to finish her Aria.
Thunderous applause ensued after her final notes. Christine smiled and curtsied, not truly believing all of this was for her. It was like a strange dream, yet a dream come true. The curtain closed and she hurried to her dressing room. Finding her mind elsewhere she did not stop to congratulate any of the other performers on their triumph. It couldn’t have been him. Slipping into her dressing room, Christine shut the door behind her and sighed, leaning against the hard wood. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.
Walking across the room to her mirrored dressing table, she sat on the cushioned iron-back chair and began removing the diamonds from her dark curls. She found her thoughts turning back and forth between memories of a summer at Bretagne and wondering if her Master would be pleased at her performance tonight. Noise grew in the hall, probably patrons and cast members, but Christine paid it no mind. Nor did she hear her door open.
“Little Lotte, let her mind wander...” came a sweet voice from behind. Christine’s breath caught in her throat and her hands stopped their movement in her hair. It is him! For a moment, she panicked inwardly. What would her master say to this visitor? Was he watching her even now? Christine decided she would chance the consequences. Lowering her hands to her lap she spoke softly. “You.... remember that, too?” She turned around slowly in the chair to face the source of the voice. Her eyes fell on a vision from her past, only older and more refined. He was holding roses, this she could see, but she couldn’t take her eyes from his to focus on the delicate petals. How long had it been since that summer? He had grown into a strong, handsome figure during that time. Christine could barely find words to speak. “Raoul....” she began as she rose from her chair. Finding the surprise of him, here, in her room, she could not continue with words. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on his. It must be a dream, she thought. How could he remember the girl from the sea?
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« Reply #2 on Oct 19, 2006, 2:18am » | |
The Viscount could not contain the smile that spread over his masculine features, upon seeing and knowing that in truth it was her. Little Lotte, that girl from the sea and he could almost smell the salt in the air, those red roses in his large hands turned from their thorn plucked stems to a crimson scarf that he had once raced into the sea to fetch. Only fourteen then and he'd been soaked to the skin but he'd do it all over again just to see the gracious smile that girl had given him. But now a girl was not smiling at him, but a beautiful, blossoming young woman.
"Raoul," His name was a sweet addiction from her lips, airy, and almost trying to convince herself that he were there. Reality was so very close yet far away from the pair, a rift in their lives that time had consumed. One without the other, and then he knew he'd cared for that girl what the care might have been he could never have placed in his boyish words. Slowly did he set down the roses, finding life in his limbs as he made his way to her. Almost cautiously for she seemed like a frightened fawn as though one simple movement would have her racing away from him for another seven years.
"Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, of shoes, or of riddles, of frocks.." He continued their childhood little song, grateful to know that she recalled when she joined in. Her once then voice of a squeaking child to a refined instrument now did her more justice than that girl had ever done.
"Those picnics in the attic.." She began and he stood before her finally, looking down into her deep pools with his intense blue eyes. Taking in every inch of her beautiful heart shaped face, unaware of any Master, only the fact that he had found her. At long last he had found her.
"Or of chocolates.." He purred, his smile lessening slightly as his hands moved in a slow, lethargic movement to touch her. Taking his ease in the act as she continued their childhood chant. "Father playing the Violin.." Her soft voice whispered.
"As we read to each other dark stories of the North.." His deep baritone answered, finding her slender hands in his own. Slender digits curling into his own and he sighed feeling the life of her, the reality, as her voice continued to enthrall him to her every whim.
"No-what I love best, Lotte said, Is when I'm asleep in my bed. And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head."
"The Angel of Music sings songs in my head.." He'd harmonized with her as they had often tried when sitting by the cottage staring off through the attic window to the rolling sea. Only then did he allow himself the privilege of drawing her near to him, his large arms wrapping around her as though trying to burn this moment into his memory. Her in his arms and he found that he was so very reluctant to release her. Instead he looked down into her face, wanting suddenly to seal the burning of seven years with a kiss and a promise but no- Christine Daae was real as life in his arms he wondered if ever he could be happier.
"Oh Christine, I never thought I'd see you again...How have you been?" Raoul asked, lightly moving a hand to caress her cheek before speaking honestly. "I've...missed you...."
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« Reply #3 on Jul 27, 2007, 2:41pm » | |
Bumping This to see if Anyone will post
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« Reply #4 on Aug 31, 2007, 8:04pm » | |
Oops! Yeah, I need to do just that...
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« Reply #5 on Sept 2, 2007, 10:51pm » | |
Okay just let me know so I can get more active.
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