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

As if sensing my gaze, he lowered his head to look at me.The moment they meet his gaze, all the lights are brightened one by one, and it is the radiant lake water, with golden ripples on his side face.From the brow bone to the jaw, his facial features are like a statue, impeccable.

Could it be that it was really my illusion just now?

But that scene was so real, like ferocious vines pierced into his flesh and blood, and rotten flowers bloomed through a layer of skin.If it was an illusion, how could it be so realistic?

The waist suddenly tightened, and it was his hand clasped on the back of the head, which moved down to the back of the waist and stayed aggressively above the buttocks.I can't help clinging to his body, listening to his overly calm heartbeat.He held my wrist with his other hand, raised my index finger and placed it on his Adam's apple.

At this moment, the upper body completely lost consciousness, my scalp tightened, and I was forced to feel the rise and fall of his Adam's apple.

"Face this face forever," he pinched my fingertips, slid along his neck, chin, and onto his left cheek, and sang the last half of the lyrics, "It's the curse I gave you."

I couldn't help moving my fingers.It seemed to be my illusion, his skin was warm and soft, bordered by rough stubble.Probably because there are too many things recently and the spirit is too exhausted, so I always have hallucinations.How can the skin of a normal person be the touch of cloth, and how can it reveal blood vessels and flesh and blood?

At this point, the actor's libretto is over, followed by a painful statement from the heroine.The sound of the flute and the violin stopped, the double bass player closed his eyes and picked out a wave-like sound, and the piano monotonously repeated two heavy syllables.

I tried to retreat, but the force from my waist suddenly increased.After struggling several times without success, I had no choice but to maintain this posture, raised my head and asked, "Do you really think that I will be manipulated by you?"

He had no lines, and he tilted his head to express his doubts during the high-pitched high-pitched syllables of the piano.

According to the script, the heroine should commit suicide by crashing into the cage at this time, but there is no cage around.I originally wanted to design this episode as hitting a wall, but his palm tightly clasped my waist, preventing me from leaving.In desperation, I had no choice but to wrap the rope round and round around my neck, making the illusion of hanging myself.

After he saw it, the strength of his palm increased again, as if he wanted to tie my waist until it was blue and purple, and his breathing also appeared messy and clear amidst the low string accompaniment.

I endured the pain and looked at him.He turned his eyes away.What's the meaning?Forget it, it's pointless to speculate on his thoughts.I lowered my voice and sang with hatred: "I used to like you too, and I wanted to be with you, but now, I just want to curse you... No one will ever accept you... Love you..."

The rope tightened and I closed my eyes and collapsed into his arms.I have a habit, every time I dance with a male partner who is not particularly close, I don't close my eyes completely, but open a small slit under the cover of my eyelashes to observe their actions.This habit has saved me a lot of harassment and trouble.This time I was no exception, aiming at him with empty eyes.

As always, he has no expression, but his eyes are complicated and sad.The double bass is accompanied by a painful slanting rain, pouring down on the silent stage.

Generally speaking, opera actors use singing to convey emotions, while dance drama actors use actions to interpret meaning, and because there is a certain distance between the stage and the auditorium, few people refine the performance to the eyes.What's more, his back is facing the audience at this time.

So, why is his eyes so complicated?Are you looking at me, or the heroine in the play, or looking at Margaret in the audience through me and the heroine?

For a long time, all the accompaniment stopped.I saw him lean down, take a lock of my hair with two fingers, and press a kiss on it.

The kiss was so light, yet possessive that it was breathless.I grasped the corner of the skirt tightly, and a strange feeling crossed my mind.

But immediately, that strange feeling disappeared without a trace.Immediately after the performance, he let go of me.If I hadn't been watching his movements, I might have fallen to the ground.

The people in the audience didn't notice this detail, or applauded or cheered.Even if some people were not very satisfied with my performance, they clapped their hands along with the warm atmosphere.

Hurst tossed me the remaining rope and bowed his head to fasten his leather belt.I held a pile of hemp rope and stood aside in embarrassment.He straightened his collar slowly, let the leather belt hang on both sides of his knees, and said lightly: "Next."

I feel uncomfortable.However, this is also expected, he loves Margaret so much, and this play is written for Margaret, how could he give me the role.With a sigh, I hung my head, walked off the stage, and handed the hemp rope on my body to a prop master.

The prop master took the rope and raised the wine bottle in his hand: "Miss Giri, don't lose heart, you dance very well!"

A mechanic echoed with a smile: "Yeah, especially the one in the middle where you bend down and flip right out of Mr. You are the best!"

I smiled: "Thank you."

Walk back to the auditorium.Surprisingly, I received a lot of compliments, and I thought they were all applauding politely.Several people who questioned me in the morning apologized to me one by one with blushing faces, saying that they would no longer follow others, saying that I actually sang very well and danced very well.I had long forgotten who they were, and accepted the apology in a daze, and felt that my singing and dancing were just so-so, not very good.

Christine didn't know where she went before, and her face was flushed when she came back.Seeing that I was surrounded by a group of people, she thought that I had become a heroine, and held my hand to congratulate me.I opened my mouth, but before I could explain clearly, the next auditioner was on the stage.

The atmosphere is awkward.Christine took a while to react: "Isn't it you, Meg?"

"……no."

After speaking, I looked at her and we were silent for a long time.

At this time, a soft voice came from behind: "Have you practiced for a long time?" Looking back, it was Margaret.She returned to her expensive and elegant attire, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.

I looked around: "Excuse me, are you talking to me?"

"Yes." She shook her fan slightly, her voice was as sweet as honey water, I can't imagine that I have the same voice as hers, "I was very moved when I watched it offstage, your performance is really good Yes, several details are handled very well, and it looks like someone who has worked hard."

I smiled politely and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I just wanted to say that we look alike. If Hester did something to you that misunderstood you, please don't blame him. It's all because he loves me so much."

This sentence gave me goosebumps.Often couples exude malice towards those around them, thinking that everyone wants to compete for their partner, when in fact few people are interested in their partner.

Hearst is very popular, but my impression of him is only "a music master who looks like a phantom".After thinking about it, I replied, "No, I have someone I like."

"Really." She was a little surprised, then smiled and exchanged a few words with me, closed her fan, and left lightly.

On the same day, the results of the public casting were not announced.Hearst put on his hat and mask, folded his arms, and said he needed to think things over.

Having said that, many people think that this role is none other than Margaret, and they all surround her and celebrate loudly.Maybe because I was no longer a competitor, the girls who had shown hostility to me before came over to comfort me one after another, and the commotion was even bigger than Margaret's.

I didn't want to join in the fun, so I declined their kindness, took back the pearl hairband, and left the side hall.When I was eating and washing at night, I didn't see Christine. This girl is always mysterious these days.

A lonely person carried dirty clothes to the laundry room. I yawned and went back to my room. I was about to go to bed when I suddenly found a bunch of yellow roses and a letter with a red skull on the bedside. .

In an instant, the beating of my heart almost drowned me out.I stuffed my knuckles into my mouth and bit for a long time before my hands stopped shaking.Open the letter, it is Phantom's handwriting.It was dark in front of my eyes, and for a few seconds, I almost couldn't read the text clearly.

The content of the letter is very short, only two lines:

Waiting for the show.

Og

show?What show?Did he mean The Shepherdess?I held my forehead and couldn't think normally.