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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jan 20, 2013 20:32:52 GMT -5
((BLEH! Why is this thread so difficult to get muse for? XD ….heheheh.... she called Svenna a fish.... XD))
Carlotta's lips pursed, her brow knitted, and her eyes burned green flames. This little imposter was walking on a very thin line. The fact that he seemed to know of this Christine only further cemented it into her mind that the other woman was nothing but an imposter. She didn't have to put up with this. After all, we was La Carlotta. She deserved far better than some filthy little know-nothing wannabe mocking her. She adjusted her shoulders and straightened her back.
“You are bluffing! The little ingénue sang one night. Uno! It was only by fluke. Real opera goers have far more class than you. There is good reason why I have starred on all of the finest stages in Europa! Christina is nothing but a little ballara who has no training, no experience, no future! She is not doing well. She is a fish out of water, and you...” Carlotta gave a little snicker before she continued on, teeth grated as she bit her words. “You wouldn't understand art if it slapped you across your pert little face! There is more to opera than money. And unlike some people, I understand how to keep my voice in health!”
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Feb 10, 2013 0:45:08 GMT -5
Carlotta chuckled as the other woman tried to regain posture and was surely to shoot back another comment. Sure enough, the red head babbled on about how it was a fluke. It was so strange to hear... because they had been her own thoughts and comments! And now it was like using them against herself, except, this other woman.
Carlotta scoffed when she had said opera goers and more class than her but if that was true, then this imposter was rat level on the class line. A little ballerina with no experience? She could come up with something good on that one. She went on and on to say opera was more than money and that she knew how to keep her voice healthy. Carlotta stood there for a moment in silence, a sly smirk pasted onto her face.
"Crees que has ganado? He hecho más que empezar! A one night fluke you say? A fluke from an inexperienced ballerina? Tell me Señora, how could that possibly happen? How dose an inexperienced ballerina out sing an experienced opera singer? Fluke or not, either she is very good or..." Carlotta chuckled, her brown eyes twinkling with a fiendish delight. "And as for me... el dinero no lo es todo. Music and singing and my audience means everything to me. But money is also what pays for needs and wants. But while you're listening, happy to know someone is constantly thinking about me." She said smiling.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Mar 8, 2013 4:13:49 GMT -5
Carlotta really didn’t like this insolent little opera brat! She was obviously one of those little tramps who had bought their way onto the stage, which she utterly despised the thought of. It was idle headed louts like her who never earned their place in the theatre that made the diva utterly furious! She had trained, traveled, and worked to build up the résumé and experience she had that had taken her so far as the top. Why should someone who hadn’t put in the work for it pretend that they deserved such opportunity?
“She never outsung me—she was placed in a performance as a last minute replacement due to purposeful sabotage from a hideous criminal who must be brought to justice! I don’t have to stand for this – for lip from a stupid little girl! Why don’t you go home crying to your mother like the undeserving spoiled brat you are and leave theatre to the professionals?”
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Mar 20, 2013 14:51:17 GMT -5
Carlotta smirked, really blocking out most of what the red head said, and pretending she was admiring her own nails and taking a little care of them while the woman rambled on. Then once the Italian woman seemed to have a moment to catch her breath, Carlotta looked calmly to the other woman and smirked.
"You? A professional?" She giggled venomously. "Qué maravillosamente estúpidos! If you were a professional, you wouldn't have began a fight you know you can't win. Pobre tonto. And to be upstaged by a last minuet performer that had such a fluke. Imagine if she were happen to have such another fluke, you'd be out of the job quicker than you can speak." Carlotta said with much enthusiasm and amusement. She wondered how much more damage the woman would take before she would give up.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Apr 16, 2013 16:37:40 GMT -5
“Si! Un professionale! I have not picked any ‘fight I cannot win’ because I am La Carlotta. Who are you to speak of anything. A trouble-making wench like you has no place in deciding whether or not someone is professional.” Carlotta was really getting sick of this. Why did it seem she was constantly forced to put up with such incompetence!?
And what did this person know anyway? They obviously didn’t work at the opera, or she would have recognized them, and they obviously weren’t a critic or they wouldn’t be so tremendously stupid. “I was never upstaged. I chose not to perform, and the very next day, the management chose to still use me as the lead. And do you know what? Every single seat still sold. In fact, the only reason they’d all sold when she performed was because people had already purchased them to see me!”
They were quite true statements. No one had known about the replacement until last minute, and no one had known about the little ballet rat before then. Even the next day, the papers more spoke of the girl’s sudden disappearance afterward and rumoured affair with the Vicomte de Chagny rather than her actual quality of performance. It was all merely some spectacle. At the end of the day the true opera goers still preferred her to an inexperienced soubrette.
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on May 1, 2013 21:00:14 GMT -5
The red head rambled and rambled on and Carlotta did not care to listen. However, though she did not care to, she did hear what had been said and well... for herself it was true as well. She had also chosen to not be there... only once however, and it would be the last. The next letter she refused and well... that performance hadn't gone to according to plan.
La Carlotta would not be beat... not by this.... swine! A copy cat at best! Carlotta huffed greatly and crossed her arms for a moment then growled in frustration. "Pomposo rata! You are respectful to no one and you sing like a cat that is being trampled on by a horse!" And with that, Carlotta pushed the other diva into the wall with great force and angrily turned and went back into her room and slammed the door, scaring Franc. She buried her face into her pillow and screamed then sighed and plopped down. "Where am I?" And with that, Carlotta moaned and attempted to fall back asleep and dream of home.
~FIN~
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