Happy holidays! Today I’m continuing my Christmas excerpt from my Phantom of the Opera trilogy. Read Part One here, for the preceding scene and a little more context. Most of this excerpt is from Meg Giry’s point of view, though the last bit shifts to Erik’s (otherwise called the Phantom) point of view.
Early Saturday morning I showed up to meet Erik with a basketful of garlands in my arms. At Christmas the Opera Garnier became a whirl of garlands and trees and explosions of giggles among the ballet girls as they planned gifts or discussed hopes. Not to mention Christmas music everywhere, as we practiced for a series of special performances around the holiday.
It was Christmas everywhere at the Opera, except belowground.
“What is that?” Erik asked warily, eying my basket as though something might jump out at him.
“Decorations,” I said, moving over to the wall of masks in the prop room.
“Where are you planning to decorate?” he asked, no less wary as he triggered the secret door.
“I was just thinking…it would be awfully nice…”
“I don’t decorate,” he said abruptly, but I was getting good at hearing the nuances in his abruptness and this one was more of a ‘go cautiously’ than ‘back away’ abruptness.
Not that I went very cautiously anyway. “But you could. And it’s so gloomy with no decorations!”
“It is not,” he protested. “And I like gloom.”
I heaved a sigh. “Well, I guess. I can leave these here, I suppose…”
“What were you planning to do anyway, hang wreaths on my gargoyles?” he asked, and this time it was an ‘I’m pretending I don’t like this, but keep talking’ abruptness.
“Of course not, they have too much dignity for that. I just wanted to put some garlands on your piano and mantelpiece.”
“All right, fine, give me that,” he said, pulled the basket of garlands away from me, and stalked off through the tunnel. Continue reading “Fiction…Monday: Christmas at the Opera Garnier (Part Two)”