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

Throwing off the quilt, I looked at the long dry skirt on my body and suspected that I was still in a dream.Yesterday's cloak was hung on the hanger by the door, flat as if it had never been worn.I patted my head blankly, what's going on?Was everything that happened yesterday a dream?

But I clearly remember that I rushed into the rainstorm, my boots were soaked, and there were mud marks every step; I also remembered that I curled up in the tent afterwards, my whole body was cold, and my breath was hot... Could it be that I imagined all this?

Stretching out of the bed, there was a pair of low-heeled white leather shoes next to the bed, with a delicate goatskin rose embedded in the toe.These are not my shoes, nor can I afford them.Who put it in my room?

I was confused, so I picked up a pair of dancing shoes and put them on, planning to go out later and ask whose shoes it was.When I reached the door, I took off my cloak and hugged it in my arms, when a crumpled ball of paper fell out.I picked it up and spread it out, and my body shook suddenly. It was two circus posters glued together.

What happened yesterday was real, not a dream.

Then...how did I come back?

Someone sent me back?who is it?Or did Mrs. Geary discover my disappearance and lead someone to find me?

I always feel like I'm forgetting something important.

Regardless of these, it is important to find Hearst and ask who the creator of "Beauty and the Freak" is.In fact, holding these two posters, I am [-]% certain in my heart that the Phantom is the creator of this opera.

In the past three years, he must have returned to the circus troupe and began to compose music for the circus.That day, Hearst took me to the circus, probably because of the phantom.They should know each other... Thinking about it this way, what happened next is very logical.

As for the lyrics, that light kiss... No, no, just thinking of a certain possibility, my brain has stopped, and I can't think about it.

When I was washing up, I looked in the mirror and saw a bright red blood scab on my lips.This blood scab is so vivid, and neatly arranged tooth marks can be faintly seen.I looked and looked and confirmed that it was not my hallucination, and couldn't help but shiver.

Was I bitten by something...?

The moment I woke up, it's not like I didn't think about the frantic and blunt kiss in the dream, but... But I thought it was a dream, who would care about what happened in the dream?

Feeling a little bit of shame and a little bit of fear in my heart, I rubbed my temples and forced myself to forget the existence of this blood scab, but it was always painful and I couldn't ignore it.

I had no choice but to pull out a gray cloak, put on the hood, and try to minimize my presence.I didn't expect that when I was dressed like this, many people still looked back at me along the way.Is this scab so conspicuous?

After breakfast, there was no rehearsal in the morning. I strolled through the marble corridors of the theater, pretending to be leisurely looking at the murals, but actually my heart was extremely anxious.

When I meet Hester in a while, what should I say first?Would it be too abrupt to ask him directly if he knew Phantom, and make him feel confused?Ah, crap, what if the Phantom uses an alias?How should I accurately describe Phantom's appearance to him?

Thinking of this, my breathing became disordered again.I covered my head and told myself to be calm, calm down, no matter how calm I was, my heart almost jumped into my throat, and my fingers trembled uncontrollably.How can you be calm at this time.

To my great disquiet, Hearst never came after waiting all morning.He never seemed to say that he would come to the theater today.I was a little disappointed, but I still kept my spirits up and continued to wait.

Unexpectedly, at night, he still didn't come.

A heart couldn't help but darken inch by inch, clogging his chest as rigidly as a stone.Disappointment and sadness surged, like blunt knives sharpening the nerves.I was too worried to sleep.A few days ago, Hester always appeared by my side inexplicably, and it was impossible to avoid him. Today is the moment when I need him, why did he disappear all of a sudden?

Confused emotions overwhelmed my head, and I began to wonder: Could it be the phantom who made him leave?

He didn't want to see me... so he let Hurst go?

The logic doesn't make sense.As a well-known and proud music master, how could Hearst be manipulated by others?Wait another day tomorrow.

However, for several days, I did not see Hester again.From the anxiety at the beginning, the mood has become a little numb later.A month passed, and winter came, and the resplendent and resplendent theater was covered with a thick layer of snow-white.I looked at the silver-covered angel sculpture, and actually gave up any hope of seeing Hirst again.

It's not that he asked Christine to ask Viscount Shani where Hester went, but was told that he had left the Earl's Mansion for a long time.

So I pinned my hopes on the letter from the phantom, he once said, wait for the show.During this month, I have an operetta and two ballets.Although they are all small roles, they are considered to be in line with the "performance" written in the letter.To my disappointment again, Phantom did not show up and did not contact me again.

What the hell was the performance he was talking about in his letter... Is it possible for me to see him again?

Just when I was so exhausted that I was about to give up looking forward to it, one day, after the performance, I carefully avoided the crowd and went backstage, when a gold-encrusted invitation letter suddenly fell from the sky and landed at my feet.

There is no red skull on it, but my name is written on it.I hesitated for a moment, but opened it anyway.

It's a ticket to the opera.

The venue of the performance is in the theater, and the performance time is tomorrow.

Repertoire: Two-Faced Man.