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

I think of the words of the girl with red lips, "Blonde hair, golden feathers, harpsichord, tell me, his love for Marguerite must be so hot that he can write such an opera full of hints." .

Hot... I remember I sighed at that time, his almost terrifying love.At that time, I never imagined that the person he loved was myself.

In fact, when I was auditioning on stage, I already noticed it: the way he looked at me and the way he talked to me were too special.If it weren't for his appearance, it was too different from the Phantom of the past, so I wouldn't have overlooked so many important details.

I thought of the light kiss he pressed on a strand of my hair with his back to the audience.The eye sockets were suddenly filled with hot liquid, and the heartbeat was so heavy that it ached.Like a poor man who suddenly found a large amount of jewelry, gold and silver in the cellar of his home.The feeling of a windfall is certainly joyful, but there are also doubts, worries, and fears that follow...Of course, in addition to these, there is also an unprecedented and strong desire to confide.

When the show is over, I'll tell him all my thoughts.

Tears blurred my vision, I sniffed, and I looked at him with nostalgia.Without looking at me again, he loosened his tie, took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, and walked backstage.

The soundtrack gradually faded away, the chief violinist stopped for a second, and then the sound of the piano sounded like a cold wind in a snowy field.This solo was deliberately muted, but the effect was even more shocking than the ensemble of the symphony orchestra.

A beam of white light hit the edge of the stage, and a few seconds later, the Phantom came out from the backstage.

He is wearing a top hat, a cape, and a white mask covering his right face.This is a dress that belongs entirely to the ghost of the theater, but the audience burst into applause and cheers.

He casually looked at the audience in the audience, then turned to look at me.I don't know if it's because the rhythm of the soundtrack is too tight, but when I look at his eyes that are faintly visible due to the light, my heart "thumps", and I feel a little fear.

Subconsciously want to retreat.The male companions around me exclaimed, and I just remembered that I can't move now.But I couldn't move, and in the blink of an eye, I had no choice but to get into the arms of a male companion to cover up my wrong move just now.Looking secretly at Phantom, his eyes didn't change. He moved his knuckles, and there was an opaque black satin on two fingers.

The shameful memory about this black silk satin flooded all of a sudden, and the heartbeat and breathing were so intense that the body could not bear it.When he realized that he was actually looking forward to what was about to happen, his ears almost burst into flames.After clearing his throat for a while, he suppressed the heat on his face and neck.After clearing my throat, I felt a little strange, but I couldn't tell what was so strange.

At this time, he had come to my side and was looking down at me.His wrist was grasped, and his chin was lifted by him.His eyes are hard and hot heavy stones, so real on me.I couldn't help feeling a little breathless.

He looked at me for a long time, and when I thought there was no line in this paragraph, he slowly said, "I understand your fear."

Speaking of this, he spread his fingers and locked my throat like shackles, and pulled me out of the male partner's arms.For some reason, although it was a threatening gesture, I felt a sense of security.Is it because I know he likes me too?

Looking up to see him, the black silk satin fell down unexpectedly.In an instant, only a few blurred halos remained in the field of vision.I took a step back unconsciously, my waist tightened immediately, and he held me in place with one hand.For a moment, I couldn't tell things apart, nor could I judge north and south. I didn't even know if he was still in front of me, but I could only feel his palm firmly attached to my lower back like a branding iron.

Lost vision, other senses suddenly become extremely sensitive.His breath, his smell, his heat, so close to me.

...It's just temporarily invisible, why is there an illusion that he has completely controlled it?

The music is split into two halves at this moment, one half grim and one half pathetic.He pinched the back of my neck and sang the second recitative coldly: "I forgive your sins."

He is behind me.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, he clasped his hands firmly and cut them backwards like a prisoner.When I read this plot in the script, I didn't think there was any problem.But when it really happened to me, I realized how humiliating it was.Especially since I don't yet know from which direction the audience will see this scene.

Turning my head, I wanted to call his name, but I could only make a weak breath when I was too nervous.Before I could speak again, his voice sounded again, with a clear, crazy, irresistible force: "Because, you will always belong to me."

When he sang the last syllable, he pinched my earlobe twice playfully, and then let out a malicious chuckle next to my ear.My heart was pounding because of this libretto, but when I heard his chuckle, my knees almost gave way and I fell to my knees.He must have done it on purpose.

The heroine of "The Shepherdess" has very few roles. According to the arrangement in the script, the prologue has ended at this time, but for some reason, the intermezzo has not been played.I couldn't help stretching out a few fingers, tugging at the corner of his clothes, and "looking" at him with some doubts.

He didn't respond.If it wasn't for the fingers, he held them one by one, and closed them up with a strong desire for control, I almost thought that there was a different person behind me.

What the hell happened?Are you not going to play the first act?

At this time, the music wind suddenly took a sharp turn, and the grand and sonorous sound of the pipe organ sounded like the first page of a history book, an endless spiral underground staircase, and pale lightning in a gloomy winter night.Every note makes my scalp numb, my breathing speeds up, as if I heard the wind eroding everything in the desert, but at the same time, it also makes me extremely confused-I have read the entire score of "Shepherdess", and there is no such song song.

At the same time, the accompaniment faded away, and the violinists used dozens of sharp jumping bows neatly.

The black silk satin covering my eyes was removed without warning, but the strong light did not penetrate my eyes. When I looked up, it was Phantom's palm blocking my eyes.It was too late to rejoice at his thoughtfulness, he had already grabbed both shoulders and turned around forcefully.

The moment I looked at him, my heart beat faster than a sixteenth note.

On the stage, the prologue scenery has been removed. In the middle is a prop that is one person high and three people wide. It is covered with a piece of black velvet. I don't know what it is.The dancers left.On the empty stage, for a while, only me and him were left.

He stared at me without moving, and took a step forward.Maybe it's the angle, maybe the light is wrong, at this moment, the shape of his eyes has changed dramatically, no longer beautiful, no longer elegant, it's the beast's camouflage pierced by a sharp sword, exposing the terrifying skull-like eye holes.

I vaguely guessed something in my heart, and was about to speak, he put a finger on my lips, and said softly: "Hush."

With such a simple syllable, his eyes shot out strange and weird lights, his fingers trembled, his Adam's apple moved eagerly, and a blue vein rose between his neck.

He was out of control.

At the same moment, the symphony orchestra played the familiar theme.I opened my eyes wide, and the blood all over my body rushed to the top of my head, this is——

He stared at me, squeezed my jaw, and lifted it up heavily: "To a monster, a kiss will get them..." The last word, he sang in my ear, "Loyalty .”

... The recitative of the last act of "Beauty and the Freak", no wonder the melody is so familiar.Different from the calm singing voice that came out behind me at that time, this time he sang fast and anxiously, with a few uvula even with excited vibrato.I was sweating profusely, and my heart was raised in my throat.There was a buzzing discussion in the auditorium, and some people were loudly questioning whether the conductor had made a mistake in the score.

Raising my hand, I tried to care for him.However, in the next second, he grabbed the wrists tightly and tied them tightly with black silk satin.He raised my hand and kissed my fingers, his voice revealed a suppressed and chaotic madness: "Don't try to escape."

To be honest, this is the first time I saw him showing such obvious and intense emotions. He has always shown no expression or emotional fluctuations in front of me.It would be a lie to say that I was not frightened.However, I never thought of running away.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and said to him, "I don't want to escape."

Strange things happened.

I can't make a sound.

I thought it was because of nervousness and fear, cleared my throat, and said again: "I don't want to escape."

Still no sound.

Almost immediately, I thought of the rose-colored crystal bottle and looked up at him in disbelief.He met my gaze, as if he couldn't control his expression, he smiled coldly and quickly, and then, he showed the sad and complicated eyes that I saw on the stage that day.

He lowered his head and touched my lips with great pity for the first time: "Forgive me, Meg." This was also the first time he only called me by my first name.Two syllables of understatement, he said it like a heart-wrenching song.

After finishing speaking, he paused, closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the pity disappeared, leaving only dangerous and paranoid indifference: "I can't let you leave me."

What is this with what?

... Has he never thought that it is impossible for me to leave him?