Post by Erik Gauthier on Apr 20, 2013 3:23:46 GMT -5
Erik had not been in the manor for long, but he'd already started to loathe the place. He supposed that the change of location and scenery should have been a relief after everything back home, but it was not. Of course, that probably had more to do with the other inhabitants of the manor than anything else. There were other 'Eriks' - he still wasn't sure whether he'd gone mad or whether they were fakes - and each of them had others from their worlds as well. Some had arrived minus a Phantom, and the older man wasn't actually sure whether they annoyed him more or less.
Certainly the other Eriks were aggravating, but he knew that was simply because they were too much like him. There simply wasn't enough room for more than one 'Opera Ghost' in such a place and the manor was practically crawling with them. His instinct was to retreat to a place that would be soothing, but so far that instinct had only led him to more aggravation - everywhere he turned someone was doing something that grated at his nerves and left him snappish and bordering on violence.
Today had been no different - and he'd quickly retreated to a side room - it was one of the music rooms - but he'd been lucky and no one had been there. Not one to squander such an opportunity, he'd settled down on the bench and had began to play - softly though, as he didn't want to be disturbed and he had a feeling that the sounds of music coming from any room in this god-forsaken place was likely to draw an audience.
But his efforts to play quietly didn't last long as he lost himself to the music and it wasn't long before an achingly sad melody could be heard in the halls outside the room.
Certainly the other Eriks were aggravating, but he knew that was simply because they were too much like him. There simply wasn't enough room for more than one 'Opera Ghost' in such a place and the manor was practically crawling with them. His instinct was to retreat to a place that would be soothing, but so far that instinct had only led him to more aggravation - everywhere he turned someone was doing something that grated at his nerves and left him snappish and bordering on violence.
Today had been no different - and he'd quickly retreated to a side room - it was one of the music rooms - but he'd been lucky and no one had been there. Not one to squander such an opportunity, he'd settled down on the bench and had began to play - softly though, as he didn't want to be disturbed and he had a feeling that the sounds of music coming from any room in this god-forsaken place was likely to draw an audience.
But his efforts to play quietly didn't last long as he lost himself to the music and it wasn't long before an achingly sad melody could be heard in the halls outside the room.