Red Rose Thorn

Hannibal

I slowly opened my eyes as the sun hit the glass of the window. I sighed as I slowly closed my eyes and I laid my head on a pillow. Wait… pillow? I immediately shot up from the bed I was in and realized, I have no idea where I am. I looked around and saw I was in a little room with a bed, a small dresser, a dressing screen, a window and more. I moved my hand to find a light switch when I realized I couldn't find one. There was no electricity anywhere. I saw a small candle stick on top of my dresser. The first thought that came to me was I've been kidnapped. I was literally freaking out.

"Ok, don't panic. Maybe one of the actors found me and I'm in an old fashion hospital. Oh who am I kidding, I've been kidnapped. What am I going to do? Again Brie, don't panic!"

I was still pacing back and forth when I heard someone knock on the door. It startled me as I ran back to the bed.

"Brieanna, are you awake?"

I was too afraid to answer. What am I suppose to say? I saw the door knob jiggle and I immediately grabbed the closest thing for protection. It was the candlestick. The door opened and my mouth dropped. Standing in front of me were Emmy Rossum and Jennifer Ellison. I dropped the candlestick and covered my mouth from screaming. It would have been more like a fan scream.

Emmy instantly ran to me and hugged me. I was lucky I didn't faint. However, I was confused. I realized that she was comforting me. Why was she comforting me?

"Sh, sh, it's ok sister. Did you have another nightmare about Father," she asked me.

Wait, sister? Why did Emmy call me sister?

"What… who… sis…"

Well, that was the only thing I could say at that moment. Emmy looked at me very concerned.

Jennifer walked up to us and said, "Christine, we have to hurry or Madman will be upset if all three of us are late for rehearsals again."

My eyes widen when I heard what she had said. She called Emmy, Christine. But how can that be? Her name is Emmy… right?

"Christine," I whispered as I was trying to think.

A thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I remembered I was in the dressing room… the voice… AND FALLING INTO THE MIRROR!

Christine smiled at me as she walked to my dresser and pulled out an outfit that looks like one of the slaves' costumes from Hannibal in the Phantom of the Opera movie.

"You better hurry and put your costume on. Meg and I will be right back so we can go to rehearsals," she said.

When she and Meg left the room, I was still stunned at what was going on. I'm in the Phantom of the Opera Movie… OMG I'M IN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA MOVIE! Ok calm down, you're overreacting. I might not be in the movie… but what if I am?

I ran to the dressing screen and changed into the costume. I found some ballet shoes next to the bed and I braided my hair. About ten minutes later, Christine and Meg were at my door.

"Come on Brie, we're late," said Meg.

"I'm coming."

All three of us ran down the hall, down a spiral stairs, and we pointed our ballet shoes in this chalky scrub. As we ran to where the other ballet girls and Madam Giry were, I realized I was in the movie. As we were stretching, Madam Giry walked to us to make sure we were doing the stretches right. She looked at me and smiled. She nodded her head and continued to check on the other girls. Thank God I've been in Macy's Dance Academy for 15 years. I would have looked like a fool, if I hadn't taken dance class. After stretching, I looked around the Opera stage. I was still star struck on how it looked more amazing in real life, than in the movie. I know I saw everything in the movie, but I was not planning on missing everything live. All of the sudden, I heard something that sounded like a window breaking… or should I say someone.

"The trophy from our saviors, from our saviors, from the enslaving force of Rome!"

Standing on center stage was none other than Carlotta herself. I giggled to myself as I remembered Amber saying Megan was like Carlotta's twin. Loud and annoying. Carlotta tossed the head dummy that she was holding, to one of her servants. The maid who was holding her dog immediately held him up to Carlotta.

"Madame."

A group of people in costumes, some costumes not even finished, started marching on the stage and began to sing. It was the chorus for Hannibal.

"With feasting and dancing and song! Tonight in celebration, we greet the victorious throng! Returned to bring salvation! The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! Hear the drums! Hannibal Comes!"

I giggled as I saw Carlotta trip on her dress. She turned to one of her maids and sneered at her.

"You made my dress train to long!"

As Carlotta was distracted by her dog, I saw Piangi and mini Piangi walking to center stage. I'm still shocked to see the characters in the movie right in front of me. I looked at the mini Piangi as he mimicked Piangi. I always wonder why he was in the movie. Piangi stood there high and proud as he began to sing.

"Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp!"

Reyer rolled his eyes as he tried to stop the orchestra, because Piangi messed up again.

"Er, er Gentlemen...Gentlemen...er," he started to say.

Before he could comment on Piangi, walking to the stage were Lefevre, Firmin, and Andre. Now I know I'm at the beginning of the movie.

Lefevre turns to Firmin and Andre and said, "This way, as you can see, rehearsals are underway for a new production of Chalumeau's Hannibal."

Reyer was completely annoyed at Lefevre for interrupting the rehearsal and he called out, "Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing."

"Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry...Ladies and Gentlemen, please, if I could have your attention? As you know there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these rumors were all true, and it is my pleasure to introduce to you...to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populair...Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre."

Everyone clapped for their new managers. You can tell Firmin was the serious one, because he stood tall and nodded his head, while Andre smiled and waved to everyone.

"I'm sure you've read of their recent fortune in the junk business," said Lefevre.

Andre glared at him as he corrected, "Scrap metal, actually."

I rolled my eyes as I heard one of the Chorus girls whisper, "They must be rich."

Andre beamed at the crowd as he said, "And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron..."

"The Vicomte de Chagney," Firmin finished.

My eyes widen as I saw Patrick Wilson, aka Raoul, walking up to Andre and Firmin. I have to admit it, Raoul is kind of cute. When I saw him in the movie, I thought he was alright, but boy was I wrong. Christine is such a lucky girl. Ok Brie, snap out of it.

I couldn't help but say, "Oh my gosh, it's really him."

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I looked to see Christine's hand on my shoulder with a dreamy look on her face. She was staring at Raoul like they were the only two people in the room.

Meg walked up behind us and asked, "Who is he?"

"He's name is Raoul," I said to her.

Christine turned to Meg and whispered to her, "Before our father died, at the house by the sea, I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts. He called me Little Lotte and he called Brie Little Lette."

I smiled at her. Oh cool, Raoul gave me a nickname too, I thought. I do like Raoul, but I love Erik more. I cried when I saw the ending of the movie and the musical.

Meg smiled at us and whispered, "Christine, Brie, he's so handsome."

Raoul grinned as he said to every person, "My parents and I are honored to support all the arts especially the world renowned Opera Populaire."

We all clapped for him, but of course the stupid diva herself wanted to be center of attention as she walked up to Raoul. She placed her hand in his to allow him to kiss it. Raoul looked disgusted as he pecked at her hand. Carlotta looked at Lefevre expecting him to introduce her.

"Gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons," Lefevre said trying to please the "princess."

Her maids knew she wanted more attention as they said, "Brava Brava Brava Brava."

"Cough, diva, cough," I said in my hand.

Meg and Christine giggled as they heard me.

"Ahem!"

Lefevre looked to Piangi with a forced smile. "And Signor Ubaldo Piangi."

As the cast clapped, Piangi smiled and bowed. By now Raoul looked like he wanted to get away from Carlotta and Piangi, well mostly Carlotta.

"An honor signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. My apologies monsieur."

Reyer smiled as he said, "Thank you, monsieur. Once more if you please signor."

Carlotta turned to her maids as they fixed her costume. "He love me, He love me."

Christine and I waited for Raoul to identify us, but alas, he just passed us without even glancing at us. Christine sighed as she looked at Meg disappointed.

"He wouldn't even recognize us," she said.

Meg sadly smiled at her and replied, "He didn't see you two."

"Trust me, you'll see him again," I told her.

Christine smiled at me before giving me a small hug. We suddenly heard the orchestra begin the music again. The ballet dancers stated to perform their dance. To my surprise, I started to perform the dance, like I known it be heart. I guess since I was in the movie, it changed me to look like I belonged here. Madame Giry ushered Firmin and Andre away from us, so they wouldn't be in our way.

"If you please monsieur. We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet."

Andre nodded and said, "I see why, especially that little blonde angel."

Madame Giry smiled as she said, "My daughter, Meg Giry."

Firmin looked at Christine and said, "And that exceptional beauty. No relation I trust?"

"Christine Daae. Promising talent Monsieur Firmin; very promising."

As I was continually dancing doing twirls, I could hear Firmin ask Madame Giry, "And what about that beauty over there?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Madame Giry looking right at me and smile. "That is Christine's sister Brieanna Daae. A talented and sweet child. Also very promising like her sister."

"Daae did you say? No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?"

"His only daughters, orphaned at seven and six when they came to live and train in the ballet dormitories."

Firmin looked very interested when he heard what Madame Giry said about Christine and I. "Orphans you say?"

Madame Giry knew what he was thinking and became very defensive. "I think of them as my daughters also. Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side."

As the chorus began to sing again, one unfortunate male chorus member accidentally stepped on Carlotta's dress. She was not happy at all.

"Ah me! Not on my dress! Why?"

"The Trumpeting elephants sound. Hear, Romans, now and tremble. Hark to their step on the ground! Hear the drums! Hannibal comes!"

As the song ended and the dancers did their final pose, you can tell Carlotta was pissed off at Firmin and Andre. The reason was because they were paying more attention to the ballet dancers and not her. As I stood up from the pose, feet hurting a little bit, I could hear Carlotta being over dramatic.

"All day! All they want is the dancing!"

I walked over to Christine and whispered to her, "This is not going to be good."

She nodded her head as we watched Carlotta walking up to the new managers.

"Well, the Vicomte de Chagney is very excited about tonight's gala," said Lefevre.

Carlotta smiled smugly as she said, "Ah, ah-ha-ha. Allora Allora Allora. I hope, he is as excited by the dancing girls as your new managers are! Because I will not be singing! Adiamo, tutti! No, it is finito. Finished!Get my doggy; bring my doggy, bye bye."

I giggled to myself because I always laughed at that part. I don't know why, but I loved it when she said, 'Get my doggy; bring my doggy, bye bye.'

Andre looked at Lefevre in shock and asked, "What do we do?"

Lefevre of course stated the obvious. "Grovel...Grovel, Grovel"

"Right."

Carlotta continued to walk as she said, "I'm going now, it is finished."

Firmin rushed to her and said, "World renowned artist and great beauty."

"Principessa, Bella Diva," said Andre.

"Si, si, si!"

"Goddess of Song," Firmin said to her.

"E vero!"

Andre suddenly had a thought that could win the diva back to stay. "Monsieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in act 3 of Hannibal? Perhaps if Signora…"

Carlotta however interrupted him. "Yes, Yes! Ma, No! Because I have not my costume for act 3 because somebody not finish it! And I hate my hat!"

As her seamstress looked embarrassed for disappointing Carlotta and the managers pleading for her to stay, Carlotta "pretended" to cry and be upset.

"But I wonder Signora, as a personal favor, would you oblige us with a private rendition? Unless of course Monsieur Reyer objects," said Firmin pleadingly.

"No, aspetta, aspetta." Carlotta interrupted Firmin. Everyone waited for her answer as she took a deep breath and smiled. "If my managers command. Monsieur Reyer?"

Reyer smiled mockingly at her and said through his teeth, "If my diva commands."

Carlotta's smile dropped before saying to him, "Yes I do." She marched right back to center stage. "Everybody very quiet."

"And here we go," I whispered.

"She always wants the attention," whispered Christine.

Andre walked over to Lefevre and asked, "Monsieur, why exactly are you retiring?"

"My health."

"I see."

As Carlotta walked to center stage, she was shushing everyone and then she saw me talking to Christine and Meg and yelled, "You as well, little toad."

My mouth dropped when I heard her. SHE DID NOT JUST CALL ME A TOAD! Erik better drop the backdrop on her fast, before I kill her myself. Christine and Meg must have sensed my anger, as they tried to calm me down.

Reyer walked back to his podium and looked up at Carlotta. "Signora."

Carlotta grabbed her throat spray from one of her maids and sprayed it into her mouth. "Maestro." As the piano player began the song, all I could think was if she sounded horrible in the movie, I am so not going to like this. "Think of me, Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye." Oh… My… Gosh… This is awful. "Remember me, once in awhile, please promise me you'll try." Any time would be great Erik!"When you find, that once again you long to take your heart back and be free…"

All of the sudden, Meg screamed as the backdrop plunged down onto Carlotta. Christine pulled me out of the way so I wouldn't get hit by the backdrop. Thank God that nightmare of her singing was over. I looked up at the rafts and I could have sworn I saw movement up there. My heart pounded with excitement… it has to be him, the Phantom!

Reyer gasp at what happen to Carlotta. "Oh my God! Signora!"

"I hate you! Lift it up!"

As some of the members of the cast were helping Carlotta, Meg grabbed my hand and said, "He is here, The Phantom of the Opera!"

I looked back up the rafts and smiled to myself. Thank you so much Erik.

"Signora, are you all right? Buquet! For God's sake, what's going on up there," said Lefevre.

Buquet ran to the pulley and started to pull the backdrop up. I knew he was spying on ballet girls and was not at his post. That sick pervert. "Please Monsieur, don't look at me. As God's my judge I wasn't at my post. Please Monsieur, there's no one there, or if there is well, then, it must be a ghost."

The cast gasped and whispered about the Phantom. I looked to my left and saw Madame Giry pick up something. My eyes widen as I saw in her hands was a letter with a red wax skull seal. The Phantom's letter.

Andre turned to Carlotta and trembled as he spoke. "Signora, these things do happen..."

Carlotta looked shocked as she started to yell, "For the past three years these things do happen, and did you do stop them from happening? No! And you two, you are just as bad as him. 'These things do happen.' Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Bring my doggy and my boxy!"

As she dramatically walks off of the stage with her maids behind her, I couldn't help but say, "Good riddance."

Piangi looked at Firmin and Andre before he said, "Huh...amateurs."

You can still hear Carlotta's annoying voice as she said, "Now you see, bye bye, I am really leaving."

When Carlotta was finally gone, Lefevre turned to Firmin and Andre and said, "Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia."

Reyer took out his hanky as he started to swipe away his sweat from his forehead. Andre looked at Reyer nervously and asked, "Signora Guidicelli! She will be coming back won't she?"

As Reyer shrugged his shoulders, Madame Giry walked up to them with the letter in her hand. "You think so monsieur? I have a message from the Opera Ghost."

Firmin groaned with annoyance. "Oh God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!"

"He welcomes you to his Opera House..."

Firmin looked offended at her statement. "His opera house!"

"And commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty, for his use and reminds you that his salary is due."

"His salary?"

"Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month."

Firmin was extremely shock when he heard her and grabbed the letter. "20,000 Francs!"

Madame Giry smirked as she said, "Perhaps you can afford more. With the Vicomte as your patron?"

Firmin growled as he started to tear the letter to shreds. "Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight. When the Vicomte was to join us for the gala, but, obviously we shall have to cancel as it appear we have lost our star!"

Reyer and the entire cast gasped at the news. Christine and Meg looked upset about this. As for me, I just stood there calm and cool. I mean hello, I know what's going to happen.

Andre was trying to find a way for the show to go on. "But surely there must be an understudy?"

Reyer laughed and looked at Andre like he has two heads. "Understudy? There is no understudy for La Carlotta!"

Firmin looked very irritated as he sternly said, "A full house Andre, we shall have to refund a full house!"

I knew what was going to happen next. Madame Giry would say Christine will sing it in three, two, one…

"Brieanna Daae could sing it sir."

And there it is, Brieanna Daae could sing… wait…WHAT!


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