Go to the Opera (Aimeric -- TAKE TWO!)

[Christine Daaé]

((This is just a note for me – you can ignore it – but this thread comes before the one with Claude in the timeline *nods* Okay XD now continue.

Another note for anyone reading, we decided to restart this thread since Aimeric's character was started over between now and the original))

It hadn't been often recently that Christine had sung. The past few months at the manor had been rather quiet in terms of music, especially when compared to her former career at the Opéra Garnier. Yes, she had sung on occasion (it was difficult to avoid entirely) but she was not required to like then.

The past couple of days had been an entirely different story though. It was a strange thing, really. Ever since that visit to the zoo with her fiancé, she had been almost a different person entirely. The dark gloom of melancholy no longer lingered over those charming features and instead they were just as bright and as full of life as a little child at play. Considering the fact that she had been entirely opposed to the zoo visit at first, it was especially shocking.

And now, there she stood in the opera house. She had found an old rehearsal upright piano rolled just offstage and was picking out a few notes on it. It had been so long since she'd sung – since she had really sung – and honestly, she wondered if she still could. Well... of course she could still sing... What she had meant was more that she wondered whether or not she could still sing like she had before, at the Garnier.

Pondering this thought, she played a middle C sharp and hummed the tone softly to herself before stepping back from the wings, out into the stage a little bit, and began to sing.

“Nous venions de voir le taureau, trois garçons, trois fillettes.
Sur la pelouse il faisait beau et nou dansions un boléro au son de castagettes.
Dîtes-moi, voisin, si j'ai bonne mine et si ma basquine va bien ce matin.
Vous me trouvez la taille fine? Vous me trouvez la taille fine?
Ah! Les filles de Cadix aiment assez cela!
Ah! Les filles de Cadix aiment assez cela!
La ra la la la la la! La ra la la la la la!
Les filles de Cadix aiment assez cela! Ah!”

She could not help but to dance a bit with herself as she sand, for it was, in fact, a song about dancing. She had hardly finished the first verse of the Delibes mélodie when someone entered the opera house. Being so wrapped up in her song, however, she did not take notice.

((If you want to hear what song she's singing, the whole piece is actually here. Natalie Dessay is also conveniently who I use for her voice claim in most cases since Christine Nilsson never recorded her voice.))

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

Aimeric was walking from the opera house, patting his thigh as he made his way out. He had been in there playing piano just minutes before she entered, and left just before she came in. He hadn't many opportunities that he could sit in that opera house and play piano, imagining an audience. He would always be too anxious to actually do it though. He got a rush of joy just thinking about playing for an audience, but he knew he would blow it if he ever did, thus crushing his dreams of performing in musical theatre.

He liked to think that one day he would build up the courage to perform, but for someone like him it was nearly impossible. Selective Mutism wasn't something that would just magically go away. He would have to work towards building up some courage to even just sing, and it had already took years for him to even go out in public. He could before, but only on rare occasions. Nobody particularly understood him, which he learned to just live with and accept that he was lonely. Well, at least he had his cat and his books-



Aimeric stopped dead in his tracks. He left his book in the opera house on top of the piano. He saw the young woman go in there before hand, so he was a bit nervous to go in and get it. He took a few deep breaths, then turned back around and slowly made his way to the opera house, feeling his cheeks turn bright red. He opened the door as silent as could be, and snuck his way down to the piano, making no more noise than the sound of a pin dropping. But once he reached out for his book, he tripped, his arm falling down onto the piano keys with a loud, unpleasant sound echoing the opera house. He frowned and held his book to his chest as he hid under the piano, not wanting her to see him.

[Christine Daaé]

Christine was caught for a moment in her boléro as she sang. It was a fun piece, with it's Spanish rhythms and quick time... It was impossible to sing while standing still, really. It was a coquettish song by nature, and it showed in the way in which she performed it.

As she turned though, she noticed a figure of a man silently slipping down the aisles up toward the stage. He seemed to be trying not to disturb her, and so she did her best to ignore him if that was indeed the goal he had in mind. She began on the second verse of the piece.

“Et nous dansions un boléro
un soir c'était dimanche.
Vers nous s'en vient un hidalgo:
Couzou d'or, la plume au châpeau,
et le poing sur la hanche.
Si tu veux de moi, brune au doux sourire,
tu n'as qu'à le dire: cet or est à toi!
Passez, votre chemin beau sire!
Passez, votre chemin beau sire!

Ah! Les filles de Cadix n'entendent pas celà!
Ah! Les filles de Cadix n'entendent pas celà!
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Les filles de Cadix n'entendent pas celà!
Ah!”

Her final 'ah,' however, turned into an exclamation of surprise as suddenly there was a loud crashing of notes that came from the rehearsal piano. She covered her mouth with her hands in surprised, and turned to look at the young man who was standing there and leaning on the keys as if he had caught himself on the piano.

She only saw him for a split second though, because he quickly ducked and hid under the piano. “Allô?” She said, taking a few steps toward the piano. “Est-ce qu'il y a quelqu'un?” Is anybody there? She bit her lips a little and let her hands rest down by her sides again, and moved to the piano, looking behind, where she saw the man hiding with a book clutched to his chest. “Monsieur? Est-ce que vous allez bien?” Are you all right?

((And my les filles de Cadix might have a couple spelling errors, but I have no internet as of when I typed this, and don't feel like digging through my music binder to reference ))