[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

"Concentrate." The heel was touched by the toe of his leather shoes.Only to find that his body had completely covered my back, with his jaw on top of my head.The rationality that was finally reunited was scattered by his action again.

At the same time, the solemn and heavy music of the organ sounded, and it was thunder after wave, splitting the dark and manic rain.The biggest climax of the third act comes.

Listening to the sound of the pipe organ up close is really shocking.Its volume was astonishingly loud, and it hit the eardrums like a torrent. For a moment, my heartbeat kept the same intense rhythm as the music.

In the second half of the third act, the heroine seems to be suppressed everywhere, but actually has the upper hand in the confrontation.Because this opera has elements of ballet, the plot of the confrontation is expressed with a few simple dance moves.I don't know how the dance steps are arranged in this section, I can only follow my own understanding.

Just in time, the pipe organ changed its stops and made a weird, dark, sharp sound.I put my toes on my heels, turned around and held one of his wrists: "You have gone astray, how can I pull you out of the mud?" Minus, even the singing voice became smoother for a while.

He narrowed his eyes and stretched out two fingers to beckon.Immediately someone trotted up and took the violin and bow from his hands.

The sound of the piano is played heavily from the low register to the high register, and the violin plays short tones in unison.Following the music, he clasped my wrist forcefully with his backhand and spun lightly in the air.I had to go back into his arms again.

"I just want to be in the mud with you..." At this point, the flute played, and his tail sound rose dangerously with the sound of the flute, "Dancing together."

Listening to his singing, I feel agitated and complicated.Mozart once said that the organ is the king of musical instruments.Because of its extremely complicated way of playing, the pianist must use three purposes at once. When playing with both hands on the double-layered keys, they must also take care of the pedals on their feet.Moreover, its pedals are not only used as sustain, mute, and silencers like a piano, but are also equivalent to a row of keys.An excellent organist can play music like a symphony orchestra by himself.

At this moment, Hirst feels to me like the organ of the king of musical instruments—he is the king of the music world.

His singing, his tunes, his emotions...

It makes people feel that he is the embodiment of music.

I have never heard such a beautiful singing voice, and I can't help feeling a little lost.

It wasn't until my heel was touched by his leather shoes again that I realized that it was my turn: "Don't you understand..." I tried to withdraw my hand, but his hand was so strong that it was almost imprisoned, firmly Locking my wrist tightly, I can only caress his face, "...we can't turn back."

The moment I stroked it, I froze for a moment. The skin on his face was flexible, smooth, and delicate. It was not like human skin at all, but like an overly silky precious cloth.Before I could touch him any further, he held the other hand, clasped it together with the hand touching his face, and raised it high above his head.

This is a very common dance, but I still feel uncomfortable.Generally speaking, the male partner makes this action to express intimacy and ambiguity, but he has a strong desire to control that is terrifying.

I couldn't help but have the illusion that I couldn't control my body.

"Which step went wrong?" No, this is too uncomfortable, and even breathing is a bit difficult, so I should remind him to let go of me.After thinking about it, I followed his method and lightly bumped the tip of his leather shoe with my heel.

He remained motionless: "Every step is wrong."

I increased the strength on my feet: "Your heart has been blinded by hatred."

He paused: "That's the reason I live." After singing, he did something that frightened me - he even used his feet to force my two feet together .

Now, not only can I not move my hands, but I can't even move my feet.In an instant, his heart hung in his throat, what exactly did he want to do?

Glancing at the people in the audience, many people were gradually attracted by the singing compared to the previous stiffness.Still, I was terrified that someone would capture my unusually intimate position with him.

After a brief interlude, he still maintained this posture unwaveringly, and I decided to take the initiative to attack—stand on tiptoe with my right foot, and put the toe of my left foot on my knee, trying to do a whip spin.I don't believe it in public, so he still hasn't let me go.

Sure enough, his palm was slightly loose.I immediately withdrew my hand, escaped from his grip, and quickly stepped back: "You treat me as prey."

At this moment, the lights turned into two pale halos.One hit where I was, and one hit the lower half of his face.As a result, his eyes were sunken in the shadows, and I couldn't see his eyes, but I could only see him slowly pulling out the leather belt of the black windbreaker with one hand behind his back.

At this moment, his tall figure, thin chin, protruding Adam's apple, and slender fingers are like a real hunter, full of cold and dangerous aura.

He stepped forward: "You are my prey."

I looked at the leather belt in his hand, and at the black leather shoes he was approaching step by step, feeling very uneasy.

In terms of the meaning of the libretto, there is not the slightest problem with his movements and positions.But why am I so anxious? Is it because his aura is too strong?

Fortunately, there were only two lights left on the stage, and no one could see my ugly face.

I have rehearsed so many ballets, but never once did I completely lose control of the stage like now.Step by step, you can only escape backward like a real prey.

"You take me as a prisoner..." I retreated too quickly, not noticing that there was no way to retreat, and my heels hit the edge of the stage.

Below is the rectangular orchestra pit. The violinists are watching the score and playing emotionally.Almost, I almost fell, but fortunately, my reaction ability and balance ability are not bad, I made a wrong step, and I stood back on the stage again.Just at the same moment, Hearst was also standing by my side.

My heart stopped beating suddenly, and I wanted to run away, but my waist tightened, and he precisely caught him with the leather belt, and pulled me back vigorously.His chin was lifted by him, and he looked down at me from top to bottom: "You are my prisoner."

There were sparse applause from the audience.

I'm a little more sober.They thought it was a dance step I deliberately designed?

That's right, dancing on stage is my bargaining chip.As long as I don't want to, it is impossible for him to catch me no matter what.After thinking quickly for two seconds, I blinked and smiled at him before the light came here.

He was visibly taken aback.

It's now!

I put one leg up on his shoulder, and the whole person fell backward like a clockwise rotation.I practiced this movement countless times, and it was almost a breeze, and I turned out of the restraint of his leather belt.

He looked at me thoughtfully.I had the upper hand, couldn't help but cleared my throat, and then sang a sad and angry song: "My hands are your shackles."

Like a horse trainer weighing a whip, he twitched his palm twice with his leather belt: "Because you belong to me."

Strange, I have regained the dominance of the stage, right?Why watching his movements and listening to his singing, my heart is still pounding restlessly in my chest.

"All around me is your cage."

"You will always..." He paused, then smiled at me too.He is not a person who doesn't smile at all, but he is the first to see such a meaningful smile.

I saw him throwing away the belt in his hand and clapping his hands. I don't know if it was discussed in advance. The mechanic in mid-air saw him and threw a set of ropes down at him without hesitation.He caught it with one hand, quickly tied a knot, and tossed it in the air.The whole process takes no more than three seconds.When I came back to my senses, my wrist was already wrapped in his rope.

He shook the remaining rope, and sang the second half of the lyrics condescendingly: "...in my cage."

I was stunned, is this okay?

Glancing at the audience, many people gasped, as if they were also shocked by his amazing rope technique.

In the avalanche-like main melody, the sound of the flute moves upward lightly and clearly, which is a touch of revived green on the winding dead branches.The third act comes to an end.

Hester didn't approach me right away, but stopped when there was still a short distance away, and turned his head slightly, as if waiting for something.I was very nervous, and I was very afraid that he would make some unexpected but inexplicable and reasonable actions.

And he remained motionless for a long time, unconsciously stroking the thick hemp rope with his thumb and forefinger.

He didn't turn his head until the sound of the pipe organ sounded like thunder again, and suddenly pulled the rope, pulling me over.His command of the ropes is astounding.An ordinary hemp rope, in his palm, is as spiritual as a tamed animal.

"Stay with me forever..." He held the rope with one hand and ran the other through my hair, pressing my head against his chest.The two beams of light gradually overlapped, and for a moment I was so stabbed that I couldn't open my eyes, so I could only squint and look at him.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but I saw that the skin on the right side of his face was showing little by little blue blood vessels and corrupt flesh under the bright light.

This scene is as terrifying as seeing his white skeleton directly under the skin.My heart tightened, and I almost cried out.Soon, the bright light disappeared, and when he looked back, the skin on his right face returned to normal, as if it was just the shadow of a statue or a chandelier, reflected on his face.