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Praying
Mar 1, 2009 12:14:48 GMT -5
Post by Marguerite Giry on Mar 1, 2009 12:14:48 GMT -5
Meg awoke one morning in the Opera House. Her eyes opening softly and gazing towards the ceiling of the room. Now sitting up against the pillow, she gazed at the picture of her mother. How beautiful she was she thought softly, small tears streamed down her face. Meg whipped them away. It has been about five weeks now since the funeral. Shaking her head softly she got up from her bed, and put on a light colored dress. Along with her cloak. Meg sat at the vanity of her room and brushed her hair. Blinking once more, she thought she had seen her mother in the mirror, smiling upon her. Meg turned and there was no one there. She was there in the mirror.
Now rising up Meg, walked out of the room and walked down the steps of the Opera House. It was a rather warm day but slightly windy. Which blew her hair around. Meg didn't mind it. She stopped by the Florist and bought some red roses for her mother's grave. Meg now walked down the street, towards the Cemetery in which her Mother was buried in.
Opening up the gates towards the Cemetery it began to snow. Smiling at the snow she walked in and walked slowly. It was more beautiful in the snow. Meg, has always wanted to come in here just to pay respects towards the ones that are buried. Finally after a long walk through the cemetery she arrived at her Mother's Grave.
It was very beautiful, many people have seem to have left many flowers, and there was a rose there. Must have been from the Phantom of course. Meg knew he and her knew each other for a long time. Meg then stood there quietly holding the roses in her hands, and placed them on top of the grave stone. Then she prayed, and then she heard someone else come in as well. Her voice came up and said "Hello? Anyone here?" she asked looking around the cemetery as the snow fell around her.
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Praying
Mar 19, 2009 14:30:17 GMT -5
Post by Rosalind Decor on Mar 19, 2009 14:30:17 GMT -5
She was wearing her old black mourning gown, it was around four years old and the age showed, there were some clumsily sewed on patches and some rather better ones, only ROsalind could see some of the newest ones, ones o well done that you had to peer closely to see them.
More recently she attached a long strip of black material to the hem of the dress so it covered her ankles and was restored to its proper length, still she could not take it in to match her slimming figure.
The snow fell in her hair and she brushed it out with her small hand and realised that her heart was thundering like it always did before she visited her mothers grave. In her hands she was holding a bunch of flowers, white and red roses as they were her mothers favourites
She had got them at a discount by giving the shop keeper a little smile and letting her gaze rest on him just a moment longer than what was necessary so when she finally picked the flowers he announced that they were half price; which was good, she could not afford them anyway, not without feeling guilty
She walked lightly in the snow and she barely footprint as she walked, her mind was elsewhere, and her feet were walking in anyold direction, before she knew it she was lost, and she looked out at the seemingly infinate graves around her and despised herself for getting into that situation.
Her eyes spied another person there and she approached that person quietly not wanting to shock them. She heard the person cvall out and she replied
"Yes," she said "I am sorry, but I am lost, do you know where the grave of Mamzelle Decor is, she used to be a dancer" she did not know why she said this
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Praying
Mar 20, 2009 16:10:40 GMT -5
Post by Marguerite Giry on Mar 20, 2009 16:10:40 GMT -5
Sighing softly at her mothers grave she looked around her. Snow fell so softly and silently. It was a beautiful afternoon. After her moment of silence, she spoke again. "Mother, I'm trying the best I can to teach the new students what you taught myself and Christine back then." Tears were beginning to fall down her face.
"Mother! Why'd you have to leave me so soon!?" she asked softly at her mother's grave. "I'm trying to be brave. I really am. But you were my world, my life. Everything. Now your gone!" she said leaning on her grave, tears streaming down her face. Meg, sighed, and whipped them away from her face. "I'm...I'm trying to stay strong. Knowing your with me. Your spirit is with me all the way mother!" she said to her.
Then she took a deep breath, and looked around. Saw someone walking in a black mourning gown. Studying her more closely, she thought it was Christine. But it wasn't. So, Meg stayed silent. The girl held white and red roses. "you will always be in my memories, and my prayers mother" she said softly.
Meg softly spoke to the young one. "Mamzelle Decor?" she asked curiously. Then she turned back to the grave of her mother and said "I'll be back soon Mama!" she said and turned to the girl again. "Come. " she said. "I might know where she is" she said putting an arm around the young one. Meg, looked at the girl and walked beside her. Then arrived to the stone. "I'll give you a moment alone" she said softly. Walking away and watching silently.
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Praying
Mar 22, 2009 10:34:14 GMT -5
Post by Rosalind Decor on Mar 22, 2009 10:34:14 GMT -5
She recognized the other person it was Mamzelle Giry, her ballet instructer, she did not know whejher she should feel relieved that she was not recognized, she did not want anyone feeling sorry for her, she knew many people who were motherless, and some who were even orphans; Christine de Changny for example
"Thank you" she said softly and sat by her mothers grave and waited for MAmazelle Giry to leave before she whispered
"I'm sorry I have not visited in a while Maman" she said "Or les fils or Pere, but Luois, that is beyond my control, he says you are in his thoughts often, but he never mentions Pere" she could not help but feel anger erupt inside her "Why did you leave us? WHy did you leave me to cope with an alocholic father intent on destroying himself and leave me to pick up the pieces and resort to begging and stealing? Why did you not send me an angel to protect us?"
She placed the flowers on the grave and tenderly traced the letters "Oh mamam, I miss you so much, you were the only who understod me; you encouraged me to sneak into the boys classes and learn, you helped develop my mind and its your memory i cling to whenever I want to do better, everything I am is because of you and your memory, you made me strong"
She looked at her mothers picture on the grave, it was a face so like her own and her heart longed to see her mother properly again then not knowing what else to say she rose up "I will never forget you, just watch over us please" she got up and walked over to Mamzelle Giry
"Thank you Mzmzelle Giry" she said gently "I am sorry if i disturbed you"
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Praying
Mar 24, 2009 17:37:16 GMT -5
Post by Marguerite Giry on Mar 24, 2009 17:37:16 GMT -5
"Your welcome Mamzell Rosalind!" she said softly turning her back so that the young girl could pray to her mother as well. Meg, whipped her tears from her own praying to her mother. Meg, was so close to her and yet, she couldn't believe that she was gone for good. But she knew that she was watching over her, from God's own protection. Meg, always wore her mother's cross around her neck.
Then she turned back and blinked a couple of times at the young girl. Why did this young girl look so familiar. Meg wasn't always good at remember names. Then it struck her. "Ah, your Mamzelle Rosalind Decor aren't you!" she said surprisingly. Hoping she wasn't being stupid about it. "I'm... Forgive me for not remembering you. Your my student. I should remember you from now on!" she said giggling softly at Rosalind. "Your improving. Very well so. Just need to practice on some steps from the old Ballets" she said to her. Smiling. "Oh, no, you haven't disturbed me one, bit. I was praying to my mother Madam Giry. My mother used to be ballet Mistress of the Opera. Now its my turn." she said softly. "I know she is with me everyday. I feel her presence around me sometimes when I teach" she said softly.
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Praying
Mar 25, 2009 17:12:09 GMT -5
Post by Rosalind Decor on Mar 25, 2009 17:12:09 GMT -5
She could not help but smile; it was nice to be remembered "I am suprised you remeber me, Mamzelle. Mon Pere always said I faded into the background a lot" she smiled slightly both hating and grateful about this fact.
"Ton mere taught my mother when she was a dancer here, but that was a while back, before I was born, she quit when she was pregnant with Amelie"
She looked down at her mothers grave, her mother died at a young age, 34, and Rosalind gave a small sigh "I am sorry about your mum" she said gently, it was something that Rosalind rarely said because she did not know many other people who had lost their mother
She brushed some of the snow off of her shoulder thoughtfully and tried to think of what to say next "Thank you Mamzelle" she said referring to the compliment "I am sure I can excell under your guidance" she paused and realsied she might have sounded "What I mean is, you are a really good teacher"
She suspected that Mamzelle Giry Snr. has passed on as she no longer taught and was talked about by the odler dancers and performers in hushed voices. Yet Mamzelle Giry Jnr did not talk of her mother often, not to the dancers, and Rosalind respected her due to it. She met one girl, older than Rosalind by a couple of years and she would not stop talking about her dead mother, Rosalind sypathised with erh at first but then her constant ramblings irked even Rosalind, particularly as when Rosalind met that person her own mother had just died.
She began to wonder if her family would ever be together again
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Praying
Mar 30, 2009 9:01:52 GMT -5
Post by Marguerite Giry on Mar 30, 2009 9:01:52 GMT -5
"I always remember my students. It takes me a while to figure out their names. But I know their faces" she announced to Rosalind. Smiling softly to her she then listened to her. "I'm sorry about your mother Rosalind. You'll see them again sometime. We all do" she said again.
"I'm sure my mother taught her. Did your mother go to the Opera House?" she asked again softly. Still standing near Rosalind's mother's grave. "If she did, then I was right. My mother probably taught her too." she said smiling.
Meg, looked at her mother's grave as well. It said age 34, beloved wife, and mother. "Don't worry about. She was ill. No one showed at her funeral except a few people and a mysterious man, and in a black cloak" she said making a face, still wondering who he could have been. Maybe it was the phantom. Knowing her mother, he and her were good friends. Maybe he did come and payed his last respects to her.
Smiling at the compliment. she said "Everything came from my mother. She taught, my friend and I how to dance. I was her student, and her daughter." she announced a moment later. Meg, didn't want to get all teary eyed in front of the girl That is why, she prayed by herself.
Then she found another bouquet of flowers. Picking them up she said again "Come with me. I need to go put these somewhere other than having them be here on the road" she said. Meg, and Rosalind walked around the cemetery. Meg found Christine's fathers grave. "Hello Monsieur Daae!" she said smiling at the tombstone. "excuse me" she said to Rosalind. Meg, walked up the steps of the gravestone, and smiled. Then she came out. "Sorry for the long wait Madam Rosalind. This is my friends Fathers and Mothers' grave I believe" she said smiling.
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Praying
May 1, 2009 11:10:03 GMT -5
Post by Rosalind Decor on May 1, 2009 11:10:03 GMT -5
"Christine Daae? But I suppose now she'll be De Changney" Rosalind asked her shyness ebbing away "Mon mere always said she had the purest voice imaginable and no-one could ever equal her" she thought for a while "She said I should be a singer too" realising she was drifting away into memories she shook her head to wake herself "Mere also said that your mother was a great teacher. She used to tell my how clumsy she used to be." she smiled to herself when she thought of her extremly elegant mother being clumsy, it was not something Rosalind herself had inherited; she had a natural grace about her and moved about lightly.
"Do not worry about keeping me waiting, there is no-where I have to be" there was a slight sad note in her voice as she said it. "Right now I am physically closest to any of my family members, i think anyway" the words came out in a jumble before she could stop them and Rosalinds pink cheeks grew redder in embarassment "Desole, Mamzelle" she said quickly
But she could not help but think how nice it would be to know where all your family were, even if they were dead, because at least that way you could visit them. She could not help but admire the grave that belonged to Christine's parents, it was so big.
Rosalind pushed some of her hair away from her face so she could see it better through her dark eyes and she felt an overwhelming desire to cry suddenly, but like all her emotions she pushed it back.
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