The Nineteenth Century Didn't Believe in Love[Comprehensive]

In the early morning when he has work, Carlotta usually chooses to get up at [-]:[-] in the morning, take the milk delivered by the milkman into the room and eat breakfast with bread, and then walk to the theater at a spreading speed for about half an hour, which can be regarded as digestion .Even if the bed time was pushed back a little last night because of Mrs. Gilly's arrival, the body's biological clock automatically woke up Carlota in the morning.

After not having to go to work for about half a year, Carlotta really felt that he was going to be useless. After thinking several times in his heart, "If you save enough money, you will retire completely and go to Farnan to enjoy the sunshine", Carlotta was reluctant. Standing up with the empty milk bottle, he walked to the door.

"Good morning, Miss Lester."

Startled by the deep male voice, Carlotta's hand that locked the door trembled and almost broke the key inside: "Mr. Holmes, can you make a sound in advance!"

"Oh."

Holmes nodded with a half-smile, but quickly recovered his serious expression: "Are you going to the theater?"

"If it's not as expected, some of the theater's scores should have been copied, and it's about time to start rehearsals." Carlotta nodded. She has been in the theater for a long time, and she almost knows what the rehearsal process is like: "Do you want to go too?"

"of course."

"If you are on the same road, let's go together. I personally feel that the theater is not far away."

It’s not far, but in fact it only takes half an hour to walk. Carlota is very used to this length, and it’s not too tiring to walk on a flat ground.As for the addition of Holmes by my side today...

Well, there is no difference either.Carlotta glanced to the side, and when he felt that Holmes seemed to be in doubt, he quickly turned his head, and kicked the pebbles under his feet along the way.

Everything else is fine, just a little too quiet.If it's usually just me alone, it's okay to keep moving forward, but now...

What's the point of talking to this great detective?Carlota sighed inwardly, even if he was a terrific soprano, it didn't overlap with his field of work.

"Miss Lester, you seem to be avoiding me?"

"Well, almost."

"Then may I take it that you want to talk to me about something?"

"What can I talk to you about? I don't think we have much overlap in our work areas, and we don't have much in common in terms of hobbies."

"No, I still have some opinions about the music field."

Oh yeah, she forgot that the great detective played the violin pretty well.

"Is it."

Carlotta replied indifferently, but tapped his fingers lightly on his side.The only instrument she knows is the piano, but it is only at a level of "playing", which is incomparable to the one next to her.

"I still want to ask Miss Lester some questions. So far, how many operas have the Phantom provided to your theater and have you performed?"

Carlotta pursed his lips, and after searching in his mind, he said cautiously: "I have been here for three years, including the opera he handed over at the ball yesterday, a total of four."

"So what do these four operas have in common?"

It's not that Holmes doesn't know the commonalities of the previous three operas, but with the one he hadn't seen last night, he can only ask Carlotta.Carlotta thought for a while, and then he sorted out the plots of the four operas from the beginning to the end before speaking: "Don't tell me I haven't discovered it yet. In this respect, he is quite similar to me."

"..."

Glancing at Holmes' distorted expression, Carlotta coughed to hide the smile on his face, but couldn't suppress the smile in his words: "Hey, Mr. Holmes, why are you surprised?"

"It's nothing."

"What I mean by similarity is that he seems to be very good at using the three elements of 'seduction', 'seduction' and 'flying away'. There is no 'pure love' in his works, and there are only emotional outbursts in the cloak of love. "

Carlotta sighed. As the saying goes, what a person writes always reveals a little bit of his inner self, such as the liveliness of Mozart and the heaviness or arrogance of Beethoven, so every opera of the Phantom, They all seem to express his own inner desire.

Longing for someone who understands him, someone who can be seduced by him, and then take this person away to live in a place where "no one knows them".

"Mr. Holmes, I have indeed overlooked this point."

"You mean he looks like you..."

"It means that he doesn't insist on a 'love' in his heart, all he needs is understanding."

Already seeing the outline of the theater from a distance, Carlotta stretched out his hand and took a breath into his palm: "He doesn't expect others to fall in love with him, but he wants to be understood, and he also wants to leave this theater."

"What is the story of the opera he gave to Miss Dai Ye yesterday?"

"Don't worry, I will give you a copy of the information."

Perhaps it was because the events of last night were not yet over, the atmosphere in the theater seemed to be frozen at this moment, and there seemed to be a little rehearsal sound from the orchestra.Carlota reached out and pulled Holmes' clothes to signal him to follow her. After walking through the deserted corridor, he pushed open the door of the manager's office. Carlotta raised his eyebrows looking at the situation in the room.

"What is this doing?"

"Lotta."

Christine raised her head in a trance, but lowered her head the moment she saw Carlotta.And the two managers began to chatter, in addition to cursing the damn phantom, they also wanted to push the source of everything to Christine.

Raoul's education prevented him from saying too much irony. One-on-two could only be at a disadvantage, but he was still fighting for reason. He even breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Carlota enter the door.

"Lotta, you are here, I think we need to clarify this matter."

"If there is anything to explain clearly, rehearse as usual."

Carlotta's voice was extremely cold, and he even nodded to Mrs. Gilly in the corner: "What should I do, read the score, read the score, the rehearsal of the ballet starts, and the band can move. , I didn’t copy the score well, I brought a pen and copied it myself, what else?”

"..."

Carlotta smiled contemptuously at the two managers: "This is what I hate the most, laymen should not come and point fingers."

"You, you actually..."

"What am I?"

Crossing his arms across his chest, Carlotta raised his eyebrows and took a step forward, with a malicious expression on his face: "What do you want, just tell me, I'm all ears."

"No matter what, Christine has to play!"

"This is what she promised yesterday."

Carlota ignored Christine's pleading eyes, and she didn't want her older sister to be in danger, but she had already made a choice last night: "Need I say it again, Nana?"

"But, but I'm not quite ready yet."

"No one will prepare everything the next day, especially when there is only one copy of the sheet music." The little thief Carlota changed the concept: "The rehearsal starts in the afternoon, you have already made a choice, then you have to Keep going."

"Is it the same as you? Is it the same as your father?"

Carlotta looked at Christine's big eyes, which were full of fear and anxiety, as well as fragility and confusion.Carlotta looked at her, and she understood why she was afraid of going on stage for the second time. The confusion was not only the pressure exerted on her by the phantom, but also everything she had experienced.

Slightly softening his tone, Carlotta rarely felt that his soprano voice was a bit too sharp: "No, it's different from us, no one is exactly the same as another."

After handing the music score in his hand to Christine and signaling Mrs. Gilly to accompany her for a while, Carlotta turned his head and gave Raoul a wink, while showing a disgusted attitude.

She hated the two managers - not just because of the look in their eyes, but because of their unprofessional attitude.Instead of solving the problem when encountering problems, they blame others, and even quarrel with the real investors who pay their wages, and even resign...

"Then after this opera is over, you all resign, and I will find a new manager."

Carlota raised the corners of his lips slightly when he heard Raoul's cold words: "Yes, I can't trust the two of you to continue working together."

Turning her head and walking straight out of the manager's room, Carlotta slumped her shoulders facing Holmes: "Nana is a little stressed now, she is afraid of going on stage."

"Are you afraid of being like her father?"

"Did I mention how Vitellis, that is, how Nana's father was arrested? Well, I guess I forgot to tell you from the look on your face. He was on the stage at that time, and he was directly kicked off the stage by the barbaric police. I held down my throat and dragged me off the stage."

Carlota spoke lightly, and glanced at Holmes beside him: "The chaos at that time made it impossible for me to find Nana, who was on the stage and was going to perform with my father, or such a scene was too difficult anyway. Now."

"And what we have to do is to catch the phantom through her appearance. The reappearance of her childhood is... so cruel to her."

Raoul followed behind and rubbed his temples tiredly, then took out a stack of scores from his briefcase and handed them to his friend: "Here are all two copies, starting in the afternoon."

"it is good."

Carlotta took a copy after flipping through it without finding any problems with the ink, and asked Raoul to give the rest to Mr. Conductor: "It seems that it is hard for you to believe that Nana did so well the first time, yes Because I told her that she would take the stage instead of me. The meaning in my words was 'replace me', so she didn't fully feel that this was her first solo performance."

"I hate these so-called psychological shadows."

"Mr. Holmes, you have to know that it is a terrible thing for a beautiful seven-year-old girl to be homeless. No one can be sure what will happen." Carlota patted the arm of the big detective beside him lightly: "You You are a very good detective, and you have a good grasp of people's hearts."

"I know, you'll be followed by a 'but' next."

Facing the detective's dissatisfied expression, Carlotta stared at his gray eyes and suddenly smiled: "Well, there is no but this time, do you want to come and see our rehearsal?"

"If possible, I would rather you give me a role."

"Huh? Character?"

The author has something to say: In fact... Well, you can see from the two operas written by Phantom in the original book. The first one was "Stealing Love" and "Catching Rape" which Carlotta snatched to perform. The second part is "Inducement" and "Elopement".A person's music style can easily reflect his own personality, such as Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin.

After practicing piano for so long, to be honest, my favorite is Mendelssohn, he is really carefree.As for Liszt?This kind of showmanship madman, please go away, thank you [.