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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:17:33 GMT -5
*Micaela crept into the Auditorium, having packed her things and bought a train ticket. Hopefully, if Christian came looking for her here, he'd think to look under the piano bench, which was where she was leaving a note for him.*
Christian- I've gone to visit family in Ireland until the auditions next month. Don't allow love to blind you into being used, whether the user knows he's using you or not. If you can't figure out what I'm talking about, think harder. -Micaela *She stuck it under the seat, and sat down to play one last song--just the piano part to "I'd Give It All for You" from Songs for a New World. She mentally sang the parts to herself. The piano to it was just gorgeous, and once she finished she had a tear on her cheek, which she wiped away furiously, standing up to leave.*
*She stood at centerstage, pretending for what was probably the last time that she was being applauded by a full house for her performance. She wasn't going to come back to the Opera. She had enough money to rent a small apartment or share a larger one, and still take vocal lessons, and she sure as hell wouldn't ever get a leading role here.*
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 16, 2007 21:29:50 GMT -5
Jess sat in the back row and watched the girl on stage, she had seen her before, but had never talked to her. She had gone to the stage to clear her thoughts and maybe make a decision about who she was going to love, but it seemed like someone else had the same idea.
She stood up and walked toward the stage "You play magnificently."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:32:09 GMT -5
*She blushed.*
"Thank you." *She said in a cracked voice.* "Normally I sing, but my voice wasn't up to it today."
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 16, 2007 21:33:39 GMT -5
Jess pouted, the look of sadness in the girls face was too much "That's too bad, I bet your voice is just as good as the piana playin" she jumped up on the stage "what brings you here tonight uhh--" she stuttered "your name?"
((I actually say Piana, instead of piano most of the time))
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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:35:08 GMT -5
"Micaela, and I was just leaving. I don't think I'll be coming back to the Populaire, and I suppose I was... saying goodbye." *She said, looking around the grand, if gaudy, opera house.*
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 16, 2007 21:39:01 GMT -5
"Oh that's too bad" Jess pursed her lips "I'm Jess by the way" she took Micaela's hand and shook it softly "The opera sounds so much better when music is playing, it was nice to have background music to my thoughts" she tapped her foot, a beat coming to her head.
"Why are you leaving, if I may be so bold."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:40:55 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"A lot of things. The Opera Ghost hates me, for one, and I won't get a job here if I stay on, and secondly I haven't seen my family in a very long time." *She said softly.* "I decided to leave now because there've been some issues with a... friend that we both need to sort out seperately."
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 16, 2007 21:43:32 GMT -5
Jess sighed "I know the feeling, I haven't seen my parents in five years, now I can't get back to them" she itched her head sadly "Erik hates you huh? Well luckily I haven't met him, and I don't plan to, but my brother has to deal with him, bad luck to him."
Jess looked at the girl "I know you don't know me, and you'll probably never see me again, but do you need someone to talk to about these... issues with your friend? The best advice is non bi est stranger advice."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:46:32 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"I know what'll happen. Eventually he'll realize ther person he's with is using him, and it'll be his problem. If he's going to choose to be naive, it's his own fault. I just want to visit my fmaily for a while. I'll be back in a month or so for the auditions for my Opera."
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 16, 2007 21:52:33 GMT -5
Jess laughed, she knew it wasn't a laughing matter, but she had been in that same situation, only that she was the naive one. "Now theres something I can understand, you fall head over heels for someone, ONLY to find out, they're nothing but scum and only want you for one thing." She gritted her teeth and continued to talk.
"Depending on who you are, is what that thing is, of course you hope you can go back to your friends who are sitting back ready to either say I told you so, or get out." She turned to Micaela on her heels "I hope you're an I told you so friend."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 16, 2007 21:55:38 GMT -5
*She smiled softly.*
"I certainly hope to be able to say that to him. Hopefully he'll find out soon enough what kind of situation he's in. And hopefully without my intervention." *She said, picking up her canvas duffel bag and beginning to walk out.*
"It was very nice to meet you, Jess. Maybe I'll see you upon my return--I'll be staying in the Quartier Latin, near the Theatre Phoenix."
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Post by Queen Dopplepopplus on Sept 17, 2007 13:38:38 GMT -5
"I hope so" Jess gave a wink and stood center stage looking up at the ceiling.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 17, 2007 17:47:26 GMT -5
*Micaela left, canvas bag and violin case in hand. She couldn't find Erik Carriere, and she didn't want to leave his intrument lying around. She just hoped she would return to a happier Paris.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 21, 2007 12:48:34 GMT -5
**ANOTHER DAY**
*Roaming the opera house DID do him some good. The stranger's extremely unnerving and off-putting visit had left him in a turmoil, and he needed desperately to clear his head. The opera house, despite being a bizarre version of what he was used to, managed to help.
After some wandering, however, he decided that the only thing which could completely calm him was music. He headed to the auditorium, wincing a bit at the statuary but soon ignoring the decorations as he sang off his emotions.
It wasn't until he sat down at the piano for a break when his foot kicked something...a folded piece of paper. Furrowing his brow, he picked it up and was surprised to see his name when it fell open. And the note.
Once he'd read the words, he simply stared at it for a moment. And then, he spoke, softly and with regret: *
"Oh, Micaela..."
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Post by Enjolras on Sept 22, 2007 16:40:55 GMT -5
((*pats head* poor baby with your angst.
BTW cue christian in tryouts. theyre in everywhere else.))
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