The Prima Ballerina [Carlotta 1986]

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

After having something to eat within the kitchen that afternoon, Meg had decided to wonder around the manor and explore more rooms. Though her favorite area was the Opera House due to the fact it reminded her so much like home. The blonde opened up the double doors to the Opera House and walked in.

It was eerily quiet and she smiled to herself as she studied everything that this room had to offer. Meg looked around more before taking off her boots and setting them aside and started to dance her way around the stage. The stage was a lot more room on this one stage than at the original Opera house back in Paris. It was a quiet afternoon.

In hopes of no one being within the theatre, she continued to concentrate on her dancing and hoping to nail every mistake she made in her life that made her mother push her even more to the best that she could be. Meg sighed deeply as she took a break from the spinning and many others that she could do. She would move around more freely if she wasn't in this get up of a shirt and her water pants. Panting from her rehearsal bits, she wondered around the stage more and sat down in the middle of it. Everything within this room was so beautiful and she got up again and started to dance again.

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

Carlotta had mixed opinions of the opera house there within the manor walls. While it was somewhat unkempt and empty, and was run by that dreadful monster who had attempted to put an untimely halt to her career, it was also the only theatre she knew of in the area.

Perhaps though… perhaps that dreaded man wasn’t there today. It was unlikely considering the fact that he seemed to be heading the renovations, but it wasn’t completely out of the question, she supposed. She planned to sneak in, just to check. If he were, she would just turn around and leave. If he were not, however… Then perhaps an aria or two would be in order. After all, the acoustics in most of the rooms here were simply dreadful!

When she arrived at the theatre, she opened the doors just a crack to see who was inside. That monster was not in there at the moment, however, that did not mean that the room was empty. In fact, that was far from the case. There, dancing across the stage, was a little blonde rat she estimated to be no older than twenty.

The diva rolled her eyes and pushed open the door, entering with her broad chest puffed up with pride, and made her way down the aisle toward the stage. She needed this time to practice, and she could only do so with proper acoustics. And after all, that was far more important than whatever this rat was doing.

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

The young blonde was there for several hours, No one had come into the theatre yet and she continued to practice. Relaxing for a few moments she decided to lay down on the stage for a moment. Closing her eyes and breathing saying nothing. Opening her eyes she rose to her feet and she noticed someone coming down the aisle.

It took her sometime to get her eyes adjusted upon to who was there. "O-Oh, Madame!" she whispered softly. Meg had never met this woman in her life, and she stared upon her. "Forgive me, I didn't realize anyone else was in here...." she said nervously. "I was just practicing..." she said moments later staring at her.

Meg stood there and brushed away a stray hair and she stared upon the woman. "I don't believe I've seen you before here.... are you new?" she asked tilting her head. Remaining where she was she brought her hands to her chest and she stared at her, waiting for an answer patiently.

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

The fiery diva pursed her thin lips and raised her eyebrows, looking at the girl in annoyance. She couldn’t understand a word coming from her mouth. She spoke far too softly and her diction was so terribly unclear that it was impossible to understand her, even with the acoustics of the theatre taken into consideration.

“Speak up!” Carlotta insisted, giving an irritates little tap of her foot and folding her arms for a moment before finally starting down the aisle to the pit area of the theatre. “Parli troppo piano! Più forte! Più forte!”

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

Keeping her gaze upon the woman that walked in, Meg said nothing for sometime and just kept where she was. She still had some time left here in the Opera before she decided to leave. Soon, she jumped a little as she listened the woman yell at her. "Forgive me, for not speaking up" she said a little louder. "I didn't realize anyone would be in here" she said nervously looking at her still.

"I wasn't aware of anyone being in here" she said softly. "I needed to practice, and I'm sorry if you needed the stage" she said moments still staring upon her. "Give me a few more minutes, to pack up. Do you need the stage or were you just looking around?" she questioned moments later. Meg stared at her for a few more good moments and kept where she was. Meg didn't say much after that then tilted her head. "Forgive me, Madame....but who are you?" she asked quirking a brow and staring at her as she awaited her response.

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

The plump diva harrumphed and rolled her eyes, muttering a few choice words in Italian, which are probably better left un-translated. She had never been very fond of dancers (mainly because she had two left feet herself). When she’d entered the opera house though, she’d hoped to find the place vacant, not occupied by a little ballet rat.

And then came the question: who are you?

Was she seriously asking that? The stupid, ignorant little rat didn’t know of La Carlotta? Carlotta gave an offended gasp, pressing her palm to her heart. “I am Signora Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli, the famed dramatic coloratura. The far better question is who are you?”

[Marguerite Jules Giry]

As the woman in front of her began to speak in a different language, the young dancer grabbed her shawl and placed it around her shoulders. For it was growing cold and she looked over at her for a moment and she said nothing for sometime. It was strange, it seemed she was upset about something though Meg, didn't pry into it.

Her eyes closed suddenly and then opened and stared at her some more. "Well its a pleasure to meet you, Signora" she said nodding her head. Then when she asked upon who she was she responded and smiled. "My name is Marguerite Jules Giry, but everyone here calls either calls me Meg or Jules to cause less confusion" she said nodding. "Due to the fact there are so many people within this place, with the same name and all" she explained looking upon her still.

Meg then walked down from the stage and looked at her a little more. "The stage is now yours to use; I'm sorry if it was reserved for you..." she told her looking over at her again. "I didn't know" she muttered.

[Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli]

The diva’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t like all of this muttering. It was rather rude of the little ballet rat. Then again, since when had they been known for their good manners?

With eyes narrowed into a leer, she watched the girl leave the stage and then climbed up herself, giving a rather contented harrumph with her newly fund position in the place, above the others. She had missed this. This was where she belonged. She cared not for continued conversation with the other, but instead was, in fact, quite happy that she was leaving.