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

The queen composer of the theater once said to me: "A piece of music, especially a piece like an opera that is integrated into the plot, has extremely strict requirements on the range of the actors' vocal range."

I understand what he means, each scale has a fixed or not fixed meaning.For example, if the high pitch of a piece of music represents "question" and the low pitch represents "answer" (1), but the actor can only sing the high pitch, it means that this piece of music only asks questions and is not responsible for answers. It's like a complete drama with only suspense but no answer.

When I heard his words, I was extremely depressed, thinking that it would be impossible for me to be on the opera stage as a leading actor in my life.However, looking at the score in my hand now, I began to feel that the reason why the composer said that was entirely because of his own lack of talent and vision.

The Phantom is a genius, I thought silently.He created in a way that would be unheard of even decades later in the world.

In this piece he wrote, there is not a single bass in the vocal part.Can you imagine without bass?All the places that need to be "answered" are replaced by musical instruments with low mellow timbre, which is not only unobtrusive, but also has an artistic beauty of poetic blank space.

I chanted softly unconsciously.As soon as I utter the first syllable, I know this song is for me...it's just too good for me.

My voice is actually not bad, but when I sing, I always involuntarily shift to a higher pitch. The main reason is that my voice is too immature and too crisp. treble route.Although the sopranos have a high-pitched voice range, their voices are thick and full, and they are by no means so crisp that they can be torn apart like mine.

Somehow Phantom manages to...make this song fit my vocal range perfectly.Perfect fit means that every syllable of this song can only be pronounced by me.My breath, voice, and emotions are the most suitable for it.

Thinking of this, my ears warmed up, and I couldn't help taking a peek at Phantom.He leaned on the pipe organ, tapping the body of the organ with his knuckles casually. At this moment, his eyes looked soft like the candles dotted around him.

My heart was beating loudly, and the blood all over my body flowed backwards to my face. My cheeks must have been extremely hot.There is a voice in my heart saying: Don’t watch it, don’t watch it, it’s already a gift for him to write songs for you.But the feet still walked over in disobedience.It can't be my fault, I have always been disobedient in front of him.

He looked at me as coldly as ever.Maybe the surrounding candles are too gentle, like little flowers irrigated by the moonlight. Under such an atmosphere, I couldn't help feeling a little dizzy.

The song is about a cruel, dark, eccentric yeti who meets an angel of spring at the turn of winter and spring.The snowman was so infatuated with the angel's beautiful smile that he finally chose to imprison her in the underground ice cellar.

As soon as the angel entered the ice cellar, his long golden hair turned into a ball of scorched dry grass, and his eyes also turned into a dull, dead gray.After being imprisoned for a long time, she withered and died in the ice cellar like a dehydrated flower.

After the snowman found out that she was dead, he didn't feel sad or regretful. Instead, he cut off all her frizzy blonde hair and kept it for a long time.

Naturally, I sang the angel, and the part of the snowman was replaced by an instrument such as the cello.

In the eyes of Phantom, it is self-evident who is the angel and who is the snowman; in my eyes, it is not certain who is the angel and who is the snowman, me or him.

At the end of the song, the angel is about to die, and the tune is like ice and snow crying under the spring sun (2).I stopped, did not continue to sing, but took a step forward and lifted his mask.

He tilted his head uncomfortably, but he didn't get angry, probably because he didn't care.

Who cares.I smiled sweetly at him, tiptoed to the ear of his mutilated profile, and said softly: "Youaremyangelofspring."

After that day, I never saw the phantom again, and I don't know where he went.I didn't have time to wonder where he went, though—he got me into a whole lot of trouble.

That night, he actually knocked Louis unconscious and stripped him naked on the stage of the theater!It was only discovered by everyone during rehearsal the next day.

Louis hates me now.This kid has many fans of expensive wives in the upper circles. As long as he is willing to sell his beauty, the expensive wives can pinch me to death with a finger.

I couldn't help but feel very worried. I blamed Phantom, he was too impulsive.

I tried to clarify too.One day when the rehearsal was over, I stopped him and told him sincerely that I did not do anything.

Louis clenched his teeth and looked at me with hatred: "Sweet words! Vicious woman!"

I:"……"

I said speechlessly: "Brother, don't you realize that our strengths are not equal at all? How could I have such strength to knock you out, strip you naked, and then drag you through the corridor and leave you in the What about on stage?"

Hearing this, he was very irritated: "Poisonous woman, I knew you were here to humiliate me!" Then he turned his head and ran away angrily.

I:"…………"

Really feel wronged.Looking at the wall lamps on both sides of the corridor that were submerged in darkness, I muttered to myself, "It's all your fault."

No one answered.Think about it too, how could this guy answer me.He's probably secretly watching Kristen dance, or writing songs in the underground labyrinth.It's okay not to think about these guesses, but I feel even more wronged when I think about it.

I stomped my foot hard, and I really wanted to run away in a huff like Louis.

At this moment, a red rose suddenly fell at my feet.

The rose petals are bright and delicate, the thorns are carefully shaved off, and tied with a light yellow transparent gauze ribbon.I picked it up in a daze, and found a small roll of snow-white paper sticking to the gauze tape.

When I took it apart, my mind was blank.

I see above it says:

"Don't be afraid. I will punish him."

I:"……"

I wasn't afraid.

It's Phantom's handwriting, I recognize it.For a moment, even the joy of receiving a red rose could not offset the faint premonition in his heart.

Phantom wants to punish Louis, how will he punish?It's true that Louis is a villain. He often behaved mischievously towards the little girls in the theater, but the Phantom in his previous life never cared about such trivial matters. Will he expose himself because of this, and then be besieged by everyone like in his previous life and disappear into the underground labyrinth? inside?

I didn't get a good night's sleep for days because of the chaos of thoughts filling my brain.

Finally, during a rehearsal on Friday, the ominous foreboding began to manifest itself.The heroine was ill and voluntarily resigned from the lead role.The theater was in a frenzy, as no actress could be found for a suitable date, when Louise, smiling contemptuously at me from the crowd, suddenly exclaimed: "Meg can sing!"

All of a sudden there was laughter, booing, hissing, and the comical crash of musical instruments one after another.Everyone knew about my vocal weakness and understood that Louis was deliberately mocking me.

Christine was very angry when she heard these voices: "Louis, you are too much!"

I sighed, patted her on the shoulder, and whispered, "Not angry."

Louis folded his arms and let out a sneer with his nose: "Am I too much? Where am I too much? I heard her singing this song in the background a few days ago. She wanted to sing, but she was too shy to open her mouth. I kindly said it for her. Is it too much to express real thoughts? I really don’t know good people.”