Post by Monsieur Le Fantome on Feb 24, 2009 10:20:19 GMT -5
Monsieur Isaacs,
Welcome to my opera house. It has been quiet with disuse and neglect for many years. Now that it's halls are filled with the incessant, endless prattling of ballet rats and bawdy stage hands I feel it is time for you and I to make acquaintance.
The fabled Opera Ghost does, in fact, exist. I am he. You may have heard stories of old; sometimes inflated tales of my antics. I assure you, Monsieur Manager, that I have no desire for the theatrics of days gone by. You and I can easily live in a quiet impasse. I make few demands.
Box Five belongs to me. It will remain empty for all performances so that, in the event that I should choose to attend, my seat will be available.
My salary is 30,000 francs a month. A mere pittance for all of the services I perform in return. I will send specific instructions for it's deliverance in my next missive. No one likes to wait for their fair pay, Monsieur. Do not test my patience.
I retain an executive power over the music that inhabits my domain. I leave it mostly in your hands but should you miscast a terribly important role, or anything of the like, I will correspond with you directly and immediately and I expect it to be rectified. You can trust my musical genius, Monsieur. I will not steer you wrong.
If you obey my meagre demands without fault, we will not need to repeat those silly antics of days gone by. If you choose to ignore me, well, your welcome will take on an entirely different tone.
Your Obedient Servant,
O.G.
Welcome to my opera house. It has been quiet with disuse and neglect for many years. Now that it's halls are filled with the incessant, endless prattling of ballet rats and bawdy stage hands I feel it is time for you and I to make acquaintance.
The fabled Opera Ghost does, in fact, exist. I am he. You may have heard stories of old; sometimes inflated tales of my antics. I assure you, Monsieur Manager, that I have no desire for the theatrics of days gone by. You and I can easily live in a quiet impasse. I make few demands.
Box Five belongs to me. It will remain empty for all performances so that, in the event that I should choose to attend, my seat will be available.
My salary is 30,000 francs a month. A mere pittance for all of the services I perform in return. I will send specific instructions for it's deliverance in my next missive. No one likes to wait for their fair pay, Monsieur. Do not test my patience.
I retain an executive power over the music that inhabits my domain. I leave it mostly in your hands but should you miscast a terribly important role, or anything of the like, I will correspond with you directly and immediately and I expect it to be rectified. You can trust my musical genius, Monsieur. I will not steer you wrong.
If you obey my meagre demands without fault, we will not need to repeat those silly antics of days gone by. If you choose to ignore me, well, your welcome will take on an entirely different tone.
Your Obedient Servant,
O.G.
