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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 13, 2006 14:05:47 GMT -5
((Not sure, ad-lib time! Perhaps we should have this come to a close soon though, it has been open around close to a week)) Roslin was nervous about this. If Erik found them talking...about her and him...it wouldn't bode well. She turned to take a place on the stage sidelines.
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Post by Chante on Apr 13, 2006 19:22:28 GMT -5
Chante laughed rather harshly. "If you don't want to tell me, then don't. But then you won't know what they said. Frankly, I can be quite a...heartless girl, let's say...and unless it's my life that's concerned, I have no qualms about leaving these things unsaid." This was, of course, not true, but by now Chante wasg etting angry. She made sure not to raise her voice, but she was upset now. "It seems like everything is a great big secret with you! Do you ever tell anyone the truth? About yourself? About how you feel? Even when we ahve 'girl talks' you ask questions, and give no answers! Well, here's a taste of your own medicine - see how you like it!" She spat angrily. Her eyes flicked back and forth for a moment, as if unsure of what to do, and then she turned around with a hmmph and got her drink. ((Oooh, ouch! Chant'es showin' a different side. ))
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Post by Solange Fournier on Apr 13, 2006 19:34:02 GMT -5
((Okay, how about lets go into a finale with the four main characters then?))
Solange prepared herself for the final piece as all four of them would sing together.
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 13, 2006 19:46:10 GMT -5
Roslin finished changing her earrings and then hurried on to stage wearing a white dress with red, orange and yellow decorations. She took her place.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Apr 13, 2006 20:22:03 GMT -5
Kristine, who had been backstage, as her character was not needed until the final scene, smiled as the dancers hurried onstage ahead of her. She and Yves would be one of the last to arrive in the scene.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 13, 2006 22:58:28 GMT -5
Yves took a deep breath before he got into position. He was nervous, yes, but the opera had been perfect so far.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Apr 13, 2006 23:08:31 GMT -5
Solange took a breath, getting ready to sing. Philippe would start the final piece, followed by her. Then Yves and Kristine would come in. The final scene was where Gareth would protect Alavda once and for all and Percival and Voletta would be banished.
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Post by Chante on Apr 14, 2006 8:24:35 GMT -5
Chante forgot her anger as the final scene began. She craned her neck, watching as Kristine and Yves went on stage for their finale. Yves would protect Kristine from the other demons...it was sure to be the most exciting and beautiful scene of hte Opera.
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 17, 2006 12:56:58 GMT -5
The last song began. Roslin was nervous, not of singing or performing but because of 'after-events'.
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Post by alyna on Apr 17, 2006 18:06:52 GMT -5
((Sorry I've been gone so long! I got so sick all I could do was watch TV with a hot water bottle on my stomach.)) Alyna stood by the empty glasses, looking down at her shoes. Her legs felt like jello, and her head like a dead weight, but she only let one tear fall before she ran back onstage and got into position just before the curtains opened. It was too bad all the 'sad' dancing was over with. She dared not look at the chorus, the audience, or any of the Phantom's usual places; she continued to stare down as the first line was sung, and planned on it until the opera was over.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Apr 17, 2006 18:10:57 GMT -5
Kristine crouched as the dancers surrounded her, waiting for Yves entrance.
((sorry--short on time >_<))
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 17, 2006 19:03:58 GMT -5
Yves walked on stage in all his glory. His voice boomed out into the audience as the notes filled each ear causing all to gasp pleasantly.
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Post by alyna on Apr 17, 2006 21:17:22 GMT -5
Alyna tried to concentrate on the beauty of the singers' voices; anything to keep her occupied. She could think after the performance. She moved with a grace found elsewhere, since she was having a lot of trouble concentrating. Nine minutes until curtain close. Chante's right. No, don't think about it. Think of demons and angels. Eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Angels and ghosts- no, demons. Stop that. Happy thoughts. The rafter room. The locksmith. Sleeping late. Getting revenge. Eight minutes. A long walk in winter. And so it went, back and forth, like the previous song Alyna had danced in. ((Thanks for blowing up, Chante. XP It gives me an excuse to change Alyna's personality a bit. I didn't like where she was headed anyway.))
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 17, 2006 21:49:12 GMT -5
((sounding good ya'll!))
Roslin knew something was up, but continued to sing. Erik wasn't going to be as happy with the play as she hoped, she expected.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Apr 17, 2006 22:04:52 GMT -5
Solange sang her line, excited as the finale of the piece drew nearer and the four leads would all sing together. Kristine, Yves and Philippe were all fantastic singers and she was so proud to be singing with them.
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