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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Apr 23, 2008 3:24:15 GMT -5
Rosalind walked lightly onto the stage, her elegant figure moved almost ballet like. She lifted her long skirt up slightly, it had collected some soot up from the floor. She streched one leg out and started to dance, she was wearing a simple white dress that she had made herself. Her dancing was elegant and flowing, it was so hypnotising. She spun around and around, her skirts flowing around her. She stopped and walked to the front of the stage and smiled, there was no crowd there, she had no stage fright. When she started singing her voice had that pure, unfaltering sound that like her dancing, was hypnotic, entrancing and beautiful "Look in the mirror you will see Another lifeline and destiny And though their journey is their own Its nice to know that you aren't travelling alone"
She stopped was there some-one watching her? She felt a precense?
"hello?" she called
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Jul 14, 2008 15:43:31 GMT -5
She was entrancing, her graceful movements mesmorized him, he wished he could watch her forever. He felt weird watching her, in a way guilty, but he could never summon up the courage to talk to a being so beautiful and seeming perfect in his eyes.
She started to sing and this sort of hypnotized him, like her dancing it was graceful and elegant; he had never heard her speak, she was a chorus girl, a dancer at that, so there was barely any chance that he could have heard her.
He tripped over some of the rubble of the old Opera house, what were they both doing here anyway? He came to explore, this was like a free musueam, and what with his family being the way it was he, or they, needed as much money as possible.
The trip made a noise and this alerted the girl to his presence, and ehr heard her properly speak for the first time "Hello?" she said
He came out of his hiding place blushing "Hi, sorry about that"
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Jul 15, 2008 14:58:25 GMT -5
How long had he been watching her? Did he hear her sing? She felt herself freeze with fear her old shyness coming out; she regretted calling out, she should have just ran, ran back to hte safety of the opera house where no-one knew she could even sing.
As they guy appeared from his hiding place Rosalind stepped back, and she vaguely recognized him from the new Opera house. She bowed slightly as was custom for a female of any stature to do infront of a man.
"Good day" she said as she arose, her long hair falling over her pretty face. She attempted to hide her sooted dress, from this near stranger not knowing how clear she was in the slightly dim light that came through the shattered windows. The small amount of light that fell upon the guys face revealed his gentle and handsome features.
This guy must be one of the important people in the industry, so even in her wildest dreams there was no chance for Rosalind with this guy. A wave of confusion came over her, why was she thinknig of that all of a sudden?
"I'm terribly sorry!" she said turning away to run from this guys presence
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Jul 21, 2008 3:45:15 GMT -5
"No, please don't go!" he said as she truend to leave
"i did not mean to frighrened you Miss" he said meekly, "I come in here to think sometimes, and I did not mean to startle you." he said gently "You are a very good dancer, but I did not know you were a singer too"
She really was a beautiful girl and he stood momentarily startled by it
"Why don't you sing at the Opera house, the new one I mean?" he asked
"I'm Joseph Ferras by the way, I work at the opera, I'm a stage hand there" he bowed slightly
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Jul 25, 2008 16:55:20 GMT -5
A stage hand? Why did Rosalind suddenly feel relieved? Extending a hand for him to shake she smiled
"I'm Rosalind Dashwood" she said "I'm a chorus girl at the Opera Magnificant; a dancer to be more precise"
He msu have seen her dance while he worked, this made her smile and blush her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink
"I do not sing, monsiuer, because I have not the confidence to do so. I can only dance in front of the crowd, to sing, requires to actually look out onto them, and I'd feel too scared to"
What was it about this person that made her heart race, was it the adrenaline thumping through her veins? The fear of being over heard singing? or maybe, just maybe it was the fact that he was, undeniably attractive.
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Aug 8, 2008 10:51:22 GMT -5
Rosalind, such a beautiful name, it made Joseph smile, he shook her hand "That name mademoiselle, is very lovely, am I right i pressuming based of A Shakespearian character?" he said ignoring how as soon as he touched her hand it was like a bolt of electricity, making his heart race even more and his cheek to turn red slightly.
Reluctantly he let go of her hand. "Its been an honour to meet you" he said as he bowed again to her "Will you been returning to the Opera Magnificant after this?" he asked hopefully as that was where he was going.
He smiled to himself when he thought on her name. Rosalind, the girl who at the start was the object of Romeos affection, but she did not return his love. Joseph hoped it wouldn't be the same for him, while also wondering what made him think that.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 13, 2008 15:10:09 GMT -5
There was no point in staying. She had intended to stay for a while, this guy sort of broke it. Not that she minded, in a way she did feel pleased.
Yes, yes you are right. My parents were fans of Shakespeare, are you fsmiliar with his work, Monsieur Ferras"
"I will be returning to Opera Magnificant after this" she smiled at him, hoping that he was leading to what she thought he was leading to "May I enquire as to if you will be?" she asked enjoying herself
"It has been an honour to meet you too Monsieur Ferras" she said curtseying her dark hair reflecting what little light there was. "How long have you worked at the Opera?" she asked when she rose back to her normal height.
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Post by Nardir Daroga the Persian on Aug 23, 2008 15:57:23 GMT -5
Nardir watched the exchange intently, as sad expression on his face, he had hoped that this would be the girl who could be able to pull Erik out of his depression, but she like Christine had found someone else.
At least this time he could warn Erik beforehand, not to get involved which Rosalind Dashwood, even if she did seem like the perfect girl, her heart could never truely belong to Erik now
The girl did entrance him. but so did all dancers, he loved dance as much as Erik loved music, he thought back to Meg Giry and how great she was. Why was he still watching these two people, maybe because he was so in love with love itself that he could not help it.
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Aug 23, 2008 16:22:15 GMT -5
"I have worked at the opera for little over a year, and yes, i am a follower of Monsieur Shakespeare, I do love his plays" he smiled at her, wanting to see how beautiful see was in normal daylight and not this gloom "Mademoiselle Daswood, would you allow me to escort you back to the Opera Magnificant?" he asked offering his arm for her to take.
He wondered as to why he was so eager to help her, normally he tried to stay at home when he was not working, why he also came in here he did not know, when he could have been attempting to nurse his mother back to health, or keeping the others quiet so as not to add to his fathers hangover that he pernamently had.
But maybe it was beacuse the image this girl had was such a welcome change to his life, even seeing her add sparkle to the gloom of the Opera Populair was like seeing her add some light into his life.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 30, 2008 6:15:30 GMT -5
A friend, a welcome change in her loveless life. Rosalind smiled and took his arm immeadiatly "It would be my honour Monsiuer Ferras.
"Would you mind?" she asked as they walked "If I called you Joseph?" she asked, hoping if they did away with such frivelties they could become clser friends. Although she hoped for more. This guy seemed to offer stability and his charming good looks and manners were by no means lost on her.
A dream is a wish your heart makes she just hoped that one day it would come true.
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