Go to the Opera (Aimeric)

[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.))

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 had been pondering around that day, unsure of what to do. There was no shopping to be done, he didn't need to buy anything for anybody but himself, since he hadn't a single friend or relative that he kept in contact with. He slowly made his way down the sidewalk, pocketing his hands as he hummed a tune to himself. He noticed a very large building nearby, away from everything. Intrigued, he made his way towards it.

As he made his way near, he looked around, seeking every detail of the outside. The building looked old, but not only that, Aimeric also got an eery feel from the building, as if it was haunted. He bit his lip, and went to the door with a curious eye, slowly opening it. As the door creeked, he jumped a bit, but went inside and shut the door, looking around. He was in awe for a moment, just at the first glimpses of everything. He walked around, scavenging every crevice of the building. As he stood in one spot, looking around peacefully, he faintly heard the sound of a young woman singing. Curious, he headed towards the noise, with a raise of his eyebrow.

He found himself near a doorway as he travelled near the sound. He peeked inside the room through the small slit of space between the door and door post, not able to see the woman from his angle. He bit his lip, and put a hand to the somewhat rusty doorknob, thinking if it was a good idea or not before twisting the doorknob, and opening the door slowly. His fears were eased as he saw a petite woman singing, and dancing as well. He smirked at the recognition of the tune.

"Les Filles de Cadix, by the amazing writer Leo Delibes." He said with a smirk and a nod. He looked at her and crossed his arms, looking at her. He took a few steps forward, which echoed across the room. He was far from the lady, and he intended to keep it that way as he stood still, his arms still crossed. She was impressive, yes, but he still had little interest in speaking with her. He stayed in place, pondering if he should leave the room or not.

[Christine Daaé]

((Sorry it's so short. She doesn't really have much to say yet lol))

Suddenly, a voice made her jump, and she turned, immediately ceasing her singing. She saw a man at the doors of the opera house. How long has he been standing there, she wondered to herself. It took her a few moments to register what he had said, as it was half in French and half in English. English was still something which she had been struggling with here...

“Yes, is Delibes,” she managed in her broken English, walking a bit downstage so as she could get a better look at him. The back of the house was a bit of a ways away and her slight near-sightedness didn't help in seeing him back so far away. “My name is Christine Daaé,” she continued in her heavily lined with Swedish accent. “And yours is?”

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

As he saw her approach, he became slightly annoyed. He had simple stated the name of the song, he wasn't looking for conversation. He didn't >want< to speak with her. He was hesitant about saying anything really. "... Aimeric." He said simply, crossing his arms. She was definitely Swedish... He should keep that in mind.

Yes, most definitely Swedish. He had no doubt in his mind that was the case. He wouldn't say that, though. Again, he wasn't looking for conversation, so why should he say anything else but his name? He looked at her with a disinterested face, biting his lip impatiently. He really just wanted the conversation to be over... He glanced down at his book that he had been carrying without a real reason, then back at her, his face clearly showing impatience.

[Christine Daaé]

Christine was a bit confused. The man seemed almost annoyed at her, though she could not possibly fathom why. She had done him no harm. In fact, until he had spoken, she had been entirely unaware of his presence there at all. Perhaps he was one of those Americans the other Monsieur de Chagny had spoken so poorly of. He certainly did seem to fit the boot.

“Il n'y a aucune raison d'être si désagréable. Je ne faisais que me présenter...” she muttered to herself, frowning, a bit hurt as she looked at him. Perhaps it would be better to just continue on. After all, he certainly didn't seem to want anything at all to do with her, this Aimeric, so he called himself, so what was it to him whether she did or not?

Giving a slight leer, the girl when back over to the rehearsal piano and plunked her middle C sharp again before continuing on with the second verse.

“Et nous dansions un boléro un soir c'était dimanche.
Vers nous s'en vient un hidalgo, cousu d'or, la plume au châpeau, et le poing sur la hanche:”

She placed a hand on her hip, spitting the words at him as she sang. She smirked a little, almost as if she was taunting him as she continued. Perhaps it was just acting the lyrics of the song, perhaps not, but it certainly did fit the situation...

“Si tu veux de moi, brune au doux sourire, tu n'as qu'à le dire – c'est or est à toi!
Passez votre chemin beau sire, Passez, votre chemin beau sire...
Ah! Les filles de Cadix n'entendent pas cela![/i]”

She placed her fingers in her ears, continuing to taunt him as she sang. The maidens of Cadix will not stand to hear such things!

“Ah! Les Filled de Cadix n'entendent pas cela!
La ra la la la la la! La ra la la la la la!
Les filles de Cadix n'entendent pas cela! Ah!”

Her last cadenza was almost as if she were laughing at him, but again, that was the context of the song, so who was really to say whether or not she was?e stared him down as she finished. If he really was so haughty and stuffy as he seemed, then she pitied him, because no one was likely to want to be around someone so painstakingly dull!

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

He sighed, annoyed, as she sang. So this was how this young woman was going to act towards him? He wouldn't tolerate it, not one bit. He held a glare at her, keeping his arms crossed as he watched. "Je ne suis pas un homme heureux, alors ne comptez pas sur moi pour être agréable. Merde, je déteste les gens.." He grumbled, clenching his teeth slightly. He always hated people, nothing would ever change that. He had a cat, that was all he needed. He didn't need anyone else. Not friends, not family, nothing.

As she ended, he rolled his eyes slightly. "Oh, you think you're comical, don't you?" He muttered, significantly annoyed. He has actually never met a single soul who hadn't annoyed him, besides his father. That was it. And even then, his father annoyed him from time to time...

Even if he wanted friends, he wouldn't know how to treat the person he would befriend. He wouldn't know how to act, or be a 'good friend'. He wanted to make the young woman in front of him pay, but he couldn't do much to a woman. He could yell at her, sure, but his top hadn't completely blown quite yet.

[Christine Daaé]

((just assume anything she says is in French unless stated otherwise. Sorry. This computer irritates me with it's lack of capability to type alt symbols, so it takes entirely too much effort to do large portions in French without having to sit there and copy/paste))

Christine scoffed in offense at the man's words and gestures. His entire pretense was once of disgust and grimacing, and it was not in the slightest bit pleasant. Why on earth was this man there if is only intention was to behave like an utter neanderthal, void of etiquette?

“Monsieur, if you are going to do nothing but stand there and be so ill-mannered, then why did you bother coming here at all? I, for one, have much more important things to do than to stand here and have some strange man stand here and throw a fit. I actually happened to be in a rather good mood, and would rather not have that ruined before my fiancé gets off of work, thank you.”

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

As she said so, he became completely impatient with her. She was such an imbecile... Everybody was. He rolled his eyes as she spoke, and crossed his arms, clenching his teeth. "Mon Seigneur, c'est pourquoi je déteste les gens! Si ignorants et ennuyeux!" He spat, sighing loudly. God, he hadn't been looking for any sort of conversation in the first place. But of course, somebody had to get in the way of his peace. He seemed to be getting annoyed by more people than usual that past week.. It was odd, and double the headache.

"Je n'étais même pas à la recherche de conversation! Je viens de reconnaître la chanson que tu chantais, alors je l'ai dit, rien de plus!" He said, expressing his anger. He was an angry person, a slightly insane person, he was a compulsive liar at times, rude, he hated people, and there were hardly any traits to cover him that were anywhere near nice.. He was a gentlemen when he wanted to be, and he was rather humble and lonely. Those were the only things about him that weren't horrific.

[ Oh, I almost forgot to mention! I've just become a Moderator. Very happy and grateful about that~ :3 ]

[Christine Daaé]

((Sorry in advance. I know you were using Google Translate, which I why there are the grammar errors, but it gives her something to latch onto makes conversation a little more interesting. The offer is still open to type in English and assume they're speaking another language. And congratulations [recalled when you asked about it a few months ago, back in like March or early April]. I actually noticed before you posted this, I'd just been a bit preoccupied and hadn't had the chance to say anything. I also apologize for the delay in reply. I was sitting there with this thing half types for a while and it totally slipped my mind.))

The girl could feel crimson burning in her ivory cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from utter insult mixed with rage. That absolutely indignant and detestable man was severely starting to out her off, even after trying to remain pleasant and contented with the thoughts of her fiancé returning soon from the village. She would not stand for this! To be treated with such outrageous contempt was utterly insulting! This Aimeric could learn a thing or two about proper etiquette!

“Monsieur Aimeric,” the girl began, slowly and coolly, keeping what calm she could, “l'expression est «Mon Dieu.» Elle n'est pas «Mon Seigneur,» et, je vous en prie, ne la dites pas devant moi. C'est irrespectueux.” She was attempting to take great effort to remain as calm and polite as possible, but it was becoming difficult and her speak gradually began to become quicker with her frustration. “Vous parlez avec la grammaire déplorable! On dit «je ne cherchais pas de conversation». On ne dit pas «Je n'étais même pas à la recherche de conversation!» C'est «la chanson qui vous avez chanté!» Et enfin, on dirait « je n'en dit pas plus» pas «je l'ai dit, rien de plus.» Quand on juge la grammaire, se semble que vous êtes «ignorant et ennuyeux.»”

Christine was seething behind her calm and collected façade which she kept on. How could someone possibly be so rude? She had met drunken stagehands with better manners than this man... “Et il faut vouvoyer. Je suis fiancée au Comte de Chagny et je suis femme, et vous ne me connaissez pas, donc vous me parlerez respectueusement” The girl stepped down off of the stage, using a small stair to the side, and then moved down the aisle of the theatre to stand directly in front of this Aimeric, and stared up at him with an unafraid air. She was much smaller than him, though that did not subtract at all from the impressive nature of her expression.

“Si vous ne cherchiez pas de conversation, pourquoi est-ce que vous avez dit le titre et le compositeur? Hmmm? Vous avez besoin d'attention. Vous me vouliez faire attention à vous. Parce que si vous ne vouliez pas cului, vous ne parleriez pas. C'est très simple, vraiment. Je ne vous trouvais pas si vous ne m'avez pas parlée. Vous m'avez alertée à votre présence, alors je me vous avez présentée. Puorquoi est-ce que vous êtes si sauvage?”

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

[ Hi! Uh, I was going to reply, but then I realized how I changed Aimeric's character, and if I were to reply it wouldn't make any sense because his character has a different personality. :/ So I can't really reply, you see. ]