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Arrival
Mar 6, 2006 19:14:43 GMT -5
Post by Chante on Mar 6, 2006 19:14:43 GMT -5
Chante sest down her gray suitcase with a thump upon the floor. It contained very little, two shifts for sleeping in, some of her nicest dresses (which were not very nice at all) and her personals. She wore a neat, gray-blue travel suit, with a button-coat over a white blouse and a long, stright gray skirt. Her hair was tucked up under a simple hat meant to keep the dust of travel from her hair, which was done up neatly in curls which her mother had struggled to perfect this morning.
This Operahouse was by far Chante's best opportunity. The simple, medium-pretty daughter of a merchant and his wife, she hadn't even expected such a wonderful life as a Choir member. But here she was!
She looked around, confused. Where should she go?
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Arrival
Mar 6, 2006 20:49:59 GMT -5
Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 6, 2006 20:49:59 GMT -5
"Bonjour! I was sent here to help you," said Jeanne as she walked into the entrance hall. She still wore her practice clothes and slippers. She held out her hand friendly before she bent down to take the gray suitcase.
"It is so nice to see a new face. Are you a singer? I'm a ballerina, as you see!" Jeanne giggled.
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Arrival
Mar 7, 2006 12:18:21 GMT -5
Post by Chante on Mar 7, 2006 12:18:21 GMT -5
Chante smiled, feeling better. "Bonjour," She said quietly, smiling slightly. At least she got a welcome. "Yes, I'm a singer - well, just a Chorus Girl. First Soprano." She smiled more now, pleased by the girls' enthusiasm.
"Do the singers and ballerinas stay in the same dorms?" She asked, hoping the answer was yes. Perhaps she would already ahve a friend.
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Arrival
Mar 7, 2006 17:23:34 GMT -5
Post by alyna on Mar 7, 2006 17:23:34 GMT -5
Alyna, watching them, hoped they had not noticed her sliding down the stair rail just after Chante's arrival. She came over to the two girls. "I'll take the suitcase," she offered. "Jeanne, why don't you give her a quick tour?"
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Arrival
Mar 7, 2006 20:26:53 GMT -5
Post by Chante on Mar 7, 2006 20:26:53 GMT -5
Chante smiled, pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you! It's not very heavy...not much in it." She blushed.
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Arrival
Mar 7, 2006 21:55:09 GMT -5
Post by alyna on Mar 7, 2006 21:55:09 GMT -5
"You don't need much," remarked Alyna. She picked up the suitcase and was off. It wasn't hard to find the room Chante would be living in, it was where Alyna was. The past few months she had had on her own were very nice, but it was almost fact that if you weren't Prima Donna then you shared. Besides, there were enough empty rooms to spend daylight hours in.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 8, 2006 0:00:33 GMT -5
"Oh, a tour! Of course, I'm losing my head today!" Jeanne looked over to one of the doors, thinking where she could takke Chante first. "The theater, of course! Here's follow me, the theater is just this way."
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Post by Chante on Mar 8, 2006 9:17:23 GMT -5
"Thank you," Chante called after Alyna, but she was already gone. She hurried to follow Jeanne on a tour of the Opera.
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Arrival
Mar 15, 2006 16:57:20 GMT -5
Post by Madame Giry on Mar 15, 2006 16:57:20 GMT -5
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