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Post by Micaela on Jan 9, 2008 15:28:03 GMT -5
*A large, thick envelope arrived for Christian--the kind which documents were sent in. It was made with thick cardstock, and the return was engraved on the back flap in silver leaf... it was from Manderley. On the front, it was addressed to Christian.*
*Inside were quite a few pages of sheet music and a short note.*
Dear Christian,
I sent some of the rough music for the show, in case you wanted to look over it. I also managed to get the sheet music for a duet from one of my favorite songs. It's a gorgeous piece; I just wanted you to see it. The music for the opera is really preliminary... like, really bad preliminary. Just some of the big chorus pieces and the major duets and arias. The only one remotely close to being a finished product is Paris's aria.
Basically, I need an editor, and you're the only person I'm in contact with who's remotely familiar with music. Just tell me what you think. Maxim is useless; he thinks whatever I write is great. In Whatever Time We Have, the piece from Children of Eden, I sent just because the song is awesome.
Sincerely, Micaela
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 15:37:19 GMT -5
*Erik glanced through the packet, having naturally opened it first, and frowned.*
"Christian!" *he called.* "What is the meaning of this?"
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Post by Micaela on Jan 9, 2008 15:43:04 GMT -5
((However did I guess it?))
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 15:45:54 GMT -5
((*innocent face*))
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Post by Micaela on Jan 9, 2008 15:48:44 GMT -5
*A note fluttered out, having been stuck in a fold of the envelope.*
PS, Erik: I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS.
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 15:57:29 GMT -5
*Erik picked up the extra note, swore profusely, and tossed the crumpled sheet into the fire.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 9, 2008 16:14:18 GMT -5
*Christian casually entered the room, saw what was in Erik's hands, and practically ran over to grab it from him. He stared at the open package a moment before glaring at Erik*
"Don't open my mail. That's extremely rude. And what else? It's from my FRIEND."
*He couldn't explain what was making him so snappish, but whatever it was, he wasn't in a pleasant mood. Muttering under his breath in Swedish, Christian walked off a short distance and started reading the letter*
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 16:23:25 GMT -5
*Erik just stared at him, completely insensitive of the violation he'd perpetrated. It was his address, after all. What could Christian have to hide from Erik?
After a moment, he remembered something.*
"She's a writer?" *he asked, disbelieving.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 9, 2008 17:12:16 GMT -5
*Christian paused in his perusal of the music sheets to give Erik a quizzical look*
"You didn't know that?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 17:18:10 GMT -5
"Why should Erik?" *he said.* "We did not have a relationship."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 9, 2008 18:32:37 GMT -5
*Christian shrugged, not showing any sign of his earlier, brief snappishness*
"She's another composer. I figured you'd know about what the competition is doing."
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Post by Josephine on Jan 9, 2008 18:38:29 GMT -5
*From her hiding place somewhere in the ceiling, she stood, silent and still as a statue, listening to the exchange below. That voice, no mistaking it--her Angel, her dear boy. Christian. The bizarre circumstances of her coming to this otherworld, and the horrendous pain of it, could be forgotten simply at the sound of him speaking. All she needed was for him to sing, and she'd be in the heavens*
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 18:51:29 GMT -5
"Erik doesn't need to," *he said loftily. Then he started, looking around. Something felt... off.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 9, 2008 18:57:07 GMT -5
*Christian frowned at the change in his expression*
"Erik? What's the matter?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 9, 2008 19:11:11 GMT -5
*Erik shrugged.*
"Erik feels something," *he said.* "Like he's being watched. Oh well."
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