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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Jan 21, 2006 20:39:21 GMT -5
Kristine sighed as she pulled the ribbon out that had been holding her blonde curls away from her face. she wasn't going to say that her first night in the Populaire had been easy. Yes, her father had taught her to use the gift of song she had been granted, but Kristine had not expected the intesity of the Opera. Her slender legs ached from the exsertion of dance. She leaned over and rubbed the sore muscles in her ankles before closing her eyes to think the day over. Kristine recalled talked with some of the more expierianced girls in the ballet...they had told her a most intersting story...of a phantom that suposidly wandered the halls of the opera. she never was one for ghost stories, and found it a hard one to believe. Opening her eyes, she exmined her reflection in a mirror, and grimaced. from the size of the circles under her eyes, Kristine thought she looked a bit like a ghost herself.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jan 30, 2006 7:47:16 GMT -5
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