Introductions;;

[Charlotte Isabelle Avare]

This was it, she was a Leading Lady, she'd worked hard all of her life and she'd achieved her goal. And it had been made more wonderous by the fact that she was to be the Leading Lady of the Opera Populair, the most famous and most respected of the Opera houses in Paris. She could not wait to star in her first play, she had no idea what it was yet, but she'd but one hundred and ten percent to her acting, dancing and singing as soon as she found out.

But first, Charlotte felt it only wise and polite to introduce herself to the new manager. After all, they would be working with one another, and it would be rude not to introduce herself to the man who was technically her boss. Not to mention, it would be most strange to walk around the Opera Populair when the two were unfamiliar with one another. And although she found it hard to make a good impression, she hoped that today would be a different matter. She didn't want people to think of her as a Prima Donna, she wasn't like that. She didn't want to indulge in the money she'd be payed, she'd be happy just doing her job.

As she walked through the backstage area, she found that she was getting some strange looks, she wasn't surprised at all by this. After all, she was a new face, she'd never set foot inside the Opera house, not until today. Well... she'd seen shows, but she'd never been backstage before, so it was a new experience for her. It was rather messy to be honest, but in a strange way, it made it look full of life, Charlotte imagined that it wouldn't look natural if it was clean and tidy. After all, this was an Opera house, shows and reahersals happened all the time, and a lot went on. So it was only natural for Charlotte to see various costumes lying around and left over scenery.

Passing what would soon be her dressing room, she took a quick peak inside and was delighted by its pure beauty. It had a large vanity table, and had what looked to be a very comfortable bed. At the end of the room was a tall mirror, the most spledning mirror that Charlotte had ever set her eyes on. She would certainly find herself enjoying her time in here. She wasn't a vain person, but the mirror was quite captivating and she couldn't help but stare at it.

Remebering what she'd come for, she exited her room and closed the door behind her. She could easily stare at the mirror after her meeting with Monsiour Isaacs. Finally reaching his office, she gave a small knock on the door and stood back, awaiting a reply. She'd heard a lot of rumours about this man, and hoped that some of them were true. She certainly thought he was a brave man, so many people stayed clear of this place, believing it to be 'haunted', but he seemed to have dismissed such ludicracy and had gone ahead anyway, which Charlotte thought was most grand, and she could not wait to meet him.

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[Édouard Isaacs]

Introductions

Edouard had spent half his day trying to disillusion the Ballet Rats and many other performers of the Opera Ghost. He was not real. Merely fiction and the whole affair was somewhat tiring for him. In his opinion they where all obsessed, anything that went wrong such as a crucial prop going missing or the odd backdrop becoming loose sent them all off into a state of nervousness and mindless twittering that it was happening again. It most certainly wasn’t happening again not that he had any idea of what had happened before he poured himself a glass of Brandy and stood by his window looking out into the court yard where stable hands were grooming down horses.

It was utterly ridiculous and Edouard was about three seconds off banning the words: Opera Ghost, Phantom, Apparition, Spectre, Sprit, Presence, and any other word that subsequently meant Ghost. How was he expected to work in such conditions?

If he had known how much trouble one story would cause him he might not have taken the job but the allure of such a wonderful business prospect was too much for him. Plus he liked a challenge and it certainly was a challenge trying to stop the madness.

Yet that was the least of his worries he was currently waiting for the new Leading Lady to arrive and introduce herself. Now from what he had heard Leading Ladies had a certain talent of making managers lives difficult so his was particularly interesting in making sure the woman knew she was in his Opera House and he wasn’t going to take any nonsense that other managers might take for whatever reasons they had. At that moment a small knock could be heard on his office door, he turned slowly from the window taking a drink from his glass of Brandy. “Come in” he barked walking leisurely to his desk he paused placing the glass on the desk.




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[Charlotte Isabelle Avare]

Charlotte waited patiently outside of Monsieur Issacs office, there was no rush really, if she had to wait then so be it. For all she knew, he might not even be in there. It would be a shame if that was so, but she wouldn't feel annoyed. Monsieur Issacs was most likely a very busy man, after all, he was the manager, he practically ran this place. So for her to be able to get a meeting him was probably a rare occasion, so the least she could do was be polite and wait a minute or two for him to welcome her in. She didn't wish to leave a bad impression, and if she was impatient or rude in anyway, then things could become rather awkward between them.

She hoped that he hadn't already painted a picture of what she'd be like, whenever she visited an Opera House or had met a Leading Lady, she often saw how stuck up they were, her father had also expressed his dislike for certain women who had that role, he often said that they were difficult and too proud to see when they were wrong. Charlotte's father had often commented on how Charlotte could very well be the girl to change that, and she hoped she would be. She didn't want to end up like the rest, and she hoped that Monsieur Issacs didn't think of her as difficult or stuck up.

Hearing the invitation to enter the office, Charlotte turned the handle and opened the door. Stepping in, she turned and closed it behind her, before turning and smiling softly at her manager. Curtsying politely, she walked up to Monsieur Issac slowly, taking in her surroundings and the shape and size of the room. "Greetings Monsieur Issacs, I am Mademoiselle Charlotte Isabelle Avare."

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