June 26, 2010 - 8:44pm — faunet
The ballet practices and routines were tough,but I never minded.It is the only way for me to live,to survive in this world.With nothing to my name,and no family that was alive I dpended on this job at the opera.I did other various jobs at the opera fixing costumes,and other things.The stage often felt like a second home your heart beating as you performed in front of the audience,such things always made me smile. La Carlotta was pushing the new manager to the breaking point at rehearsal,threatening to leave.
Tears were shed voices shrieked and begged till long last she complied and stayed. Nothing new really we often saw this.The only other excitement was the supposed phantom who roamed about the opera.That was another source of gossip around here.While I am unsure about the phantom
I know there is a voice that I hear late at night when the others are asleep.It sings and it sends pleasurable chills through me as it does.