Post by alyna on Jan 28, 2006 18:23:52 GMT -5
La Carlotta, her throat sore as usual, locked the door of her room with an exagerrated sigh. She shook her hair a bit, looking like a dog drying itself off, to spread it out and make it just slightly easier to comb through. It took around fifteen minutes to just comb through half of it.
Afterwards, she quickly knelt down and prayed for about twelve seconds, to whom she hardly cared, for the leading soprano part in the next opera.
She changed into her bedclothes and lovingly stroked a picture of a fat, balding man long dead at the Phantom's hands. Every time she thought the Phantom was gone for good, he did the last thing she would expect, usually a murder, and reappear worse than before. He even once took the leading part away from her in an opera he had written. She hated him with almost every ounce of her blood, except the small part of her that slightly acknowledged his leading role in the opera that was everyone's career in the opera house.
But she usually ignored that part of her.
Afterwards, she quickly knelt down and prayed for about twelve seconds, to whom she hardly cared, for the leading soprano part in the next opera.
She changed into her bedclothes and lovingly stroked a picture of a fat, balding man long dead at the Phantom's hands. Every time she thought the Phantom was gone for good, he did the last thing she would expect, usually a murder, and reappear worse than before. He even once took the leading part away from her in an opera he had written. She hated him with almost every ounce of her blood, except the small part of her that slightly acknowledged his leading role in the opera that was everyone's career in the opera house.
But she usually ignored that part of her.
