[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

The author has something to say: la la la, Master Phantom's singing is the most beautiful voice in the world~~~(^o^)/

The Paris Opera House adds many young girls every year.Most of them were traded in by their parents, for some money or a chance to get ahead; there were also a few more humble orphans, such as Irene.She remembered being picked up from some cold street by one of the opera house's two managers.Because the memories before becoming a waif, including the name given by her parents, have been blurred, Mr. Raphael casually called her "Irene" on the grounds that she has a pair of reassuring emerald eyes. .

Reassuring?Ah!That's just a disguise used by a habitual stealer and cheater when approaching the target.It's just that the little villain was flexible enough to know how to suppress his temper to get a better life.Irene moved the corners of her lips, and a sarcasm smile suddenly appeared under the well-behaved and childish platinum mushroom head, but she couldn't suppress the lingering depression in her heart after learning the news that "Mr. Raphael may be seriously ill".Perhaps, it was because if that cowardly and stupid old man could no longer continue to dominate the theater, he, who had already been marked as "the property of the former manager", would have a high probability of a bleak future.Irene fiddled with her fingers a little anxiously for a while, flashing in her mind the uneasy and satisfied eyes of the new ballet prep performer Christine Daye, and suddenly decided to go to her prayers after the performance was over. Room for a walk.

In fact, Irene has only been at the Opera House for three weeks, only two or three days earlier than the little girl named Christine.But it was enough for her to get her hands on most corners of the opera house.Well, at least most corners on the ground.Irene's clear green eyes almost burst into flames of passion when she thought of the wonderful traps all over the opera house—the designer of those traps must be a genius, someone who surpassed her unreliable alcoholic "teacher" countless times. Double the extreme genius!

Fortunately, she still remembered what she wanted to do.Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to quickly calm down the restlessness in her heart, Irene quietly avoided Mrs. Gilly, a ballet teacher who was busy reprimanding her adopted daughter Christine and her own daughter Meg, and walked quickly along the narrow passage. Go forward, and finally found the door of the prayer room that hides the secret before being discovered.Of course, she could choose an easier way, such as trying to gain Christine's trust and friendship—that girl seemed so innocent, and taking her down really couldn't be easier.But her intuition told Irene that Christine would not be willing to share the secret about the prayer room with her friends, even those who were getting closer like Meg.

The door lock of the prayer room was so ordinary that Irene felt that she could break it by poking it with the hairpin on her head with her eyes closed.And it is true.It's just that Irene hesitated for no reason at the moment when she turned the doorknob, as if what she was about to open was not the door of a small prayer room, but the lid of Pandora's box that would bring disaster but leave hope .

Irene stood in front of the plain door and hesitated for a while, finally gritted her teeth, pushed the door open and walked in, because of a huge indescribable impulse and longing in her heart.

The prayer room was quiet, and there were neither devils or dwarves with ferocious faces suddenly jumping out to startle people, nor was it a solemn appearance with dazzling holy light and lingering holy sounds.The walls of the small room are inlaid with stained glass painted with angels, and in the middle of the huge black and white portrait is a white and gentle young man with a gentle and kind smile.Erin guessed that it was Christine's father who died not long ago.

Father... Irene smacked her lips, her expression a little dull.Although the memory of the period before wandering has long been blurred, she can be sure that the part related to the word "father" is nothing but the silhouette of the neighbor's child being held high by a pair of big hands .

Irene hadn't considered how much time she should spend on feeling sad, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.Then, Christine sang with a crying voice: "Lord, what did your child do wrong, you have to take back her warmth, let her friends leave her, and leave her alone in this cold world Angel of music, Angel of music, Father's child needs your guidance. Please tell me how I can sing again..."

When Christine hurried in, Irene had already quietly hid behind the black and white portrait.The girl's suppressed cries and singing echoed in the small prayer room. Irene guessed that it was because of the accidental death of the young actress Betty.Betty is a young actress who entered the ballet before Christine, with warm blonde hair and warm amber eyes.Erin frowned.She didn't like Betty very much—the girl was like a restless flame, so hot that it always burned her eyes that were used to pretending to be clear.But Eileen also knows that Betty's enthusiasm and friendliness fully soothed the sensitive and melancholy heart of Christine who had just lost her father, and this made the two quickly establish a close friendship.Therefore, Betty's accidental death inevitably made the little girl return to the abyss where the important person left, even more anxious than before.

Perhaps, she needs a caring peer to comfort her gently.Irene silently calculated what advantages or disadvantages she would have if she played the role of comforter, and suddenly felt the prayer room light up.According to the dim halo printed on the side wall of the room, it should be Christine who lit the candle.Irene remembered that there was indeed a row of iron candlesticks in front of the black and white portrait she was hiding, and some white candles were piled up in the corner of the prayer room.Irene imagined the scene of a white candle burning on the candlestick, and suddenly felt a little deserted.

"Innocent child, the shadow of separation makes you so confused. But the angel of music still sings for you. Listen to the music of the angel, try to forget the sorrow, your heart will fly..." What kind of voice is that?grace?mellow?solemn?gentle?In short, it must be the most charming voice in the world.When Irene heard Christine, she responded again. Even if her ethereal and graceful voice was unrefined, it could easily make this kind of hymn shine.But Irene has no intention of paying attention to what the girl sang.All she knew was that the mysterious voice was like the gentlest evening wind, patiently infusing life into her dying heart; it was also like the most delicate velvet cloth, wiping away the dust in her memory little by little; it seemed to be the hardest to detect The fetters of love spread across the distant time and space...

Question1: Which version of God E is your favorite?

A: Original novel B: 25th anniversary edition C: 2004 music movie D: Others

Question2: Where do you most want to meet God E?

A: Circus B: Paris Opera House C: On the way to escape D: Others

Question3: What do you think is lacking in achieving HE with E God?

A: Perfect voice B: Extraordinary tenacity C: Endless courage D: Others

That seems to be a questionnaire from a long time ago, so long that she is not Irene, she is not the waif who has been begging, cheating, and stealing since she can remember, but just a simple and even monotonous life. But at least there is no need to worry about food and clothing, and there are also a pair of college students whose parents hold themselves in the top of their hearts.Go to the classroom to listen to two professional classes that are not easy to escape, catch up on sleep anytime and anywhere in the six-person dormitory, write two literary poems if you have nothing to do, take a peek at the young and handsome male teacher, or... go to the opera Phantom post bar, together with like-minded bar friends, you will be infatuated with the genius and infatuated Phantom Master.

So, she came here only after filling out the so-called "Master Phantom Fan Fan Award Questionnaire" made by a friend? 660 One-sixth chance of winning the lottery can also make her hit, this luck is really good as always.Although, the experience of being a street child Irene in the past six years is really not so pleasant; but if you can see the phantom in this way, the group of guys in the phantom bar who are also phantom fans will definitely vomit blood with jealousy .

In front of the black and white portrait, the tears on Christine's face gradually faded into the outline of a smile; and behind the black and white portrait, Irene's clear green eyes also showed a little smile - this is different from the usual camouflage or provocation The innocent smile, the submissive smile or the sarcastic smile, but the kind that comes from the heart, is real, alive, and even a little bit childish.

"Naughty clown, curious Pandora, who gave you the courage to pry into the secrets of angels." After Christine left the prayer room with a reassuring smile and walked briskly like an innocent deer, the voice of "angel" Immediately it sounded again, still so solemn, but less gentle, like the depression before the storm.

Erin gasped for breath.The memory of the previous life has been recovered, and she has the habit of stealing eyesight in this life. She is naturally aware of the absolute control of the Phantom over the opera house, and has no doubt that the Phantom has discovered her existence long ago.It's just... Irene looked at her image at this time, and couldn't help but smile bitterly - her skin was paler than that of an undead, her messy colored hair looked like strange algae heavily polluted by industrial waste water, plus the random dark eye makeup And the exaggerated blood-red nose, and the black-purple lips that seem to have just eaten carrion... It is indeed a standard clown attire—even though Mr. Raphael once concluded that she has the opportunity to sing the most moving voice in the world, but What better position could there be for a quick-witted thief who is accustomed to playing tricks than a clown who can pick it up at the first try?After all, Irene didn't believe that a showgirl who needed careful training to get on stage, perhaps just a member of a chorus, would be more pleasing to the manager than a clown who could immediately bring laughter to the audience and also to the theater box office.Although Mr. Raphael has repeatedly emphasized that he does not mind trying to discover the girl's potential, Irene just tries her best not to miss the vocal training of the young actors in the chorus while playing the clown. The waif cherishes the opportunity, but no longer believes in waiting. .

"I thought angels would treat their believers tolerantly." Irene's eyes flashed a trace of annoyance, but she immediately lifted the corner of her clothes and walked out from behind Christine's father's portrait as calmly as she could.If you look closely, there is even a slight smile in her clear green eyes.This is obviously a precious gift given to Irene by her wandering life. Whether she wants it or not, how much blood and tears she tasted in the process of getting it.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you're an angel or not. Anyway, you've comforted Christine just now, so let's chat with me now—a clown performing alone for the audience's amusement is comparable to an ignorant white clown to some extent. The swan is much more lonely." Irene sat down leaning against a wall without waiting for the "angel" to respond, her black and purple lips fluttered slightly, as if she had been stripped from the hustle and bustle of splendor.