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

The poster of the circus troupe immediately came to my mind: the young man held a mask, covering a quarter of his face, and his right cheek was eaten away by maggots, exposing a pale and terrifying skull.But isn't that a circus show?How could it be played in the theater?Show time or tomorrow?

In general, before an opera is staged, there will be repeated rehearsals.A certain playwright's opera was even rehearsed for 37 consecutive performances, but only performed four times.Rehearsal exercises not only the cooperation between actors, but also the running-in between musicians.Although there are many places suitable for symphony orchestras in theaters, there is only one stage that can really stage large-scale operas.

There is a performance tomorrow, are you sure you can make it in time?

I looked at the gold-encrusted invitation again, and there was a piece of brown paper inside.When unfolded, it is a detailed hand-painted seating chart.My name is actually in the fifth VIP seat, which was once the exclusive box of Phantom.

My heart started beating wildly, but after seeing the names of the people around me, I calmed down in disappointment. They were the names of several famous music critics.

Does the performance mentioned in the phantom letter refer to this?

His fingers unconsciously grasped the kraft paper, and his breathing was interrupted by the rapid heartbeat.Although he knew very well in his heart that excessive expectations would only lead to more disappointment, he still couldn't help wondering whether he would show up on the stage tomorrow...

Can I meet and talk to him tomorrow...

I guess I am not the only one who received this invitation letter.Sure enough, that night, "Double-Faced Man" became the word that appeared most often in everyone's mouth.

The two new bosses, who didn't know what benefits they got from it, laughed so hard that they couldn't see their teeth all night.Boss Gao's two eyebrows are always drooping, and for the first time there is a tendency to beam with joy.The short boss was biting a cigar in his mouth, looking at the newspaper in his hand, his face could not hide the excitement.

I stood on tiptoe calmly, glanced across the crowd: on the gray newspaper, a line of bold black headlines was particularly eye-catching: "Shame of the music industry: ghosts can also write operas? "Two-Face" will be staged tomorrow! "

Below it, in slanted fine print: "Fan Anger: Is this show going to be a public challenge to Hirst's The Shepherdess?"

The accompanying picture is a cartoon: in the dark auditorium, a skeleton wearing a top hat and a tuxedo, holding a cane, is facing the stage solemnly.Front, back, left, and right are all frightened gentlemen and ladies.One of the ladies, who was so frightened that her fan fell to the ground and her necklace broke, ran to the edge of the screen in horror.

It seems that this opera is really written by Phantom.I took one more look at the two new bosses, laughing and whispering, occasionally flicking skulls from newspapers.

In the previous life, after Christine disappeared unexpectedly, the first thought of these two was: a once-in-a-lifetime hype opportunity.Presumably at this moment, I am also ecstatic that I can hype it for free.Maybe they spent a lot of money to publish this news.

Just as he was thinking, laughter suddenly came from behind him.Turning his head, it was a mechanic who was talking loudly: "I have seen that ghost before! He is so thin that his wrists are not as thick as this rope. He was beaten all over the place by the old man, and he was huddled underground for three years before he came out. With his weird appearance, he can also write operas? Then I’m going to become Hearst soon!” He said loudly, while he plunged into the group of female students, laughing and groping.

I'm not a nosy person, but his words were too harsh.After thinking about it, I walked over and said casually, "If I remember correctly, your name is Charles, right?"

He stroked his weed-like brown hair, and was about to answer, I interrupted him by raising my hand: "I heard that whenever you have free time recently, you will go to the dock to do loading and unloading jobs, and you can earn [-] yuan at a time." franc?"

His face turned blue: "It's none of your business."

I smiled slightly: "Is it because the salary from the theater is not enough for you to squander, or is it that you owe some debt that is difficult to pay off? If you have time to brag, why not think about how to make up for the shortfall." Speaking of this, I acted nonchalantly He continued, "I don't know if ghosts can write operas. I only know that a ticket for "Double-Faced Man" has cost hundreds of francs in one afternoon." It seems.

His face turned blue and then red, red and then white: "Who knows if he wrote this opera? I don't believe he understands music. The content in the newspaper is just hype."

"Are you trying to say that ghosts have the value of being hyped, but you don't?"

After the words fell, obvious blue veins protruded from his forehead, and he clenched his fists in embarrassment.The female students around scattered like birds and beasts.I also turned around and left briskly.For a stage actor, it's not a good choice to offend the mechanic, but I really can't bear the slander of the Phantom by others.

On the way back to the room, you have to pass a long corridor full of candle shadows.Maybe because I will see the phantom tomorrow, my mood is unprecedentedly relaxed at this time, along the way, I even have the leisure to trace the reliefs on the wall.

Moonlight steals the shadows, encroaching on the marble floor inch by inch.Just as I was about to reach the end of the corridor, a hand in black gloves suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I turned around in astonishment.Before I could see clearly what was in front of me, a black silk satin had already covered it.In an instant, the field of vision was blurred, and only a vague and slender figure could be vaguely seen.He wanted to speak, but in the next second, his mouth was also covered.

Warm breath fell on my ears, and a voice colder than moonlight sounded: "Hush."

My body trembled, the voice was...

Phantom.

He clasped both my wrists with one hand and pressed against the corridor wall.The back of my hand was crushed by the embossment, and it hurt a little, so I groaned.He didn't speak, just slapped my face punitively, and "shh" again.

I had no choice but to endure the pain and accept his scrutiny inexplicably.

At this time, his hand suddenly loosened a little, and two fingers wrapped around my chin.I thought he allowed me to speak, and immediately opened my mouth, intending to ask all the questions in my heart.Immediately afterwards, there was a soft touch on the lips, and an aggressive and rough kiss fell.

For a moment, the buzzing sound in the ears almost overwhelmed the rapid and intense heartbeat.My head sank and I almost fell limp to the ground.

He didn't reach out to support me, but directly pushed me up with one leg.Now, I became softer, and my scalp became tense as if it had been electrified.He lifted my chin, biting my lip eagerly with his teeth, like I dreamed a month ago, he can't kiss at all, only bites like a beast.

Even so, I lost my ability to think, and licked his lips blankly.To my surprise, he immediately froze, stopped kissing, and paused for more than ten seconds against my lips.Just when I was gradually waking up, a real, thorough, and complete kiss hit like a storm.My heart was beating like a drum, and even my soul was almost suffocated.

I don't know how long passed, I started to have difficulty breathing, and he finally let me go.Without the support of his legs, I immediately fell to my knees like soft mud, took a deep breath for a while, and then slowly regained my sense of being disconnected, and tore off the black silk satin on my eyes.But at the same time, he was also missing.