Post by Christine Daaé on May 20, 2013 10:56:43 GMT -5
It was about ten o’clock in the morning when Christine set out toward the address on the strange card that had mysteriously would up just inside of her dressing-room. She though that, perhaps, the man she’d seen standing there had dropped it, though she had no way of knowing for sure. After all, he had run as soon as she saw him. Had she startled him?
Well, it didn’t matter now, really. Everything seemed to have been in place, so she was fairly certain that he hadn’t stolen anything, and thus no harm had come from it. It was odd though, for someone to be snooping around like that with any evident purpose for doing so. Perhaps they were just one of the patrons who had gotten lost in the winding passageways backstage…
She arrived at the address written upon the card, to find a studio there with a sign that said “Giovanni Battista Lamperti’s school of singing technique.” Giovanni Battista Lamperti… It matched the name written on the card, so this must have been the place…
She stepped inside and found a little waiting area, in which there did not appear to be anyone else, but then again, it was a bit early yet for any students to be starting their singing lessons. She sat, and waited for twenty minutes or so, before a middle-aged man with a moustache came out and saw her. He seemed a little shocked at first, to see someone there so very early, but quickly put on a smile and addressed her.
“Good morning, Mademoiselle. Can I help you with something?” he asked in with an Italian air. The man was a well-known teacher from Milano who was in Paris for a short time.
Christine stood and gave a polite nod, pulling the card out from her pocket and reading it over for a brief moment before looking back at him. “Yes, I came across this last night at the opera…” She held the card out to him so as he could better see it. “I thought it rather odd for someone to leave it just lying there on the ground, and so I sought to perhaps return it?”
Signore Lamperti quirked his brow a bit and took the card from her, looking down at it before looking up again at her. “Do you attend the opera frequently, Mademoiselle…?”
“Daaé. Mademoiselle Daaé. And yes, I work there as an ensemble member.”
“I see… well, perhaps I should let you keep this card and if you find you are in need of a teacher ever…”
“Oh! No, no, that is quite all right, Monsieur. I’m afraid I’m not interested… I’m not searching for a teacher at present, but thank you. The card looked important and so I simply wished to return it.” She put on a painted smile and nodded politely to the man. “I’m afraid though that I really must be going… Have a wonderful day, Monsieur.”
And with this, the girl politely made her excuses and left the studio to continue with her normal day.
Well, it didn’t matter now, really. Everything seemed to have been in place, so she was fairly certain that he hadn’t stolen anything, and thus no harm had come from it. It was odd though, for someone to be snooping around like that with any evident purpose for doing so. Perhaps they were just one of the patrons who had gotten lost in the winding passageways backstage…
She arrived at the address written upon the card, to find a studio there with a sign that said “Giovanni Battista Lamperti’s school of singing technique.” Giovanni Battista Lamperti… It matched the name written on the card, so this must have been the place…
She stepped inside and found a little waiting area, in which there did not appear to be anyone else, but then again, it was a bit early yet for any students to be starting their singing lessons. She sat, and waited for twenty minutes or so, before a middle-aged man with a moustache came out and saw her. He seemed a little shocked at first, to see someone there so very early, but quickly put on a smile and addressed her.
“Good morning, Mademoiselle. Can I help you with something?” he asked in with an Italian air. The man was a well-known teacher from Milano who was in Paris for a short time.
Christine stood and gave a polite nod, pulling the card out from her pocket and reading it over for a brief moment before looking back at him. “Yes, I came across this last night at the opera…” She held the card out to him so as he could better see it. “I thought it rather odd for someone to leave it just lying there on the ground, and so I sought to perhaps return it?”
Signore Lamperti quirked his brow a bit and took the card from her, looking down at it before looking up again at her. “Do you attend the opera frequently, Mademoiselle…?”
“Daaé. Mademoiselle Daaé. And yes, I work there as an ensemble member.”
“I see… well, perhaps I should let you keep this card and if you find you are in need of a teacher ever…”
“Oh! No, no, that is quite all right, Monsieur. I’m afraid I’m not interested… I’m not searching for a teacher at present, but thank you. The card looked important and so I simply wished to return it.” She put on a painted smile and nodded politely to the man. “I’m afraid though that I really must be going… Have a wonderful day, Monsieur.”
And with this, the girl politely made her excuses and left the studio to continue with her normal day.
format and skin are still under construction.