The Stage

[The Phantom]

The wide open stage. Many plays and operas have been preformed for ages on the painted black floor. There are many props laying about and the set is in place for upcoming opera. Spotlights of all colors are lined overhead and curtains cover the view of the auditorium.

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[Oz]

Oz Gaetano

As the first to rise and the last to sleep Oz was use to these times he had alone and though it was not ever near dawn and the opera house was dark he was wide awake waiting for the day to begin. He always had had a difficult time sleeping which often left him wandering around the opera house to cure his boredom but today he was not in the mood to wander and instead sat at the edge of the stage with a small bottle of gin in his hand. True Oz was no stranger to alcohol but he knew his limits and was careful not to drink to much since he didn’t want to lose his job due to passing out drunk in mid-day.

“Could fly with the green fairy later though...” He muttered to himself and chuckled betting if anyone other than the backstage crew had heard him they wouldn’t understand what he’d just said. The director’s and most of the cast of the opera house were brought up in proper society and very rarely understood anything about street language which only encouraged him to use it more just for the confused and annoyed looks they would send his way. Their discomfort was his amusement though Oz didn’t really have anything personal against the people within the Opera Populaire he just got a kick out of annoying them. Chuckling once again at that train of thought Oz shook his head at himself not even noticing that he wasn’t alone anymore.

[SamandErik]

Daisy Evans

For as long as Daisy could remember, she had never too much stress. When her parents died she automatically found herself at the Opera Populaire, and though the pain in her heart was huge, her friends had helped make it better. But now she found herself walking around the stage lazily, her eyes blinking back tears.

There was so much to worry about in this time of her life. She was eighteen-years-old and getting married, and wedding arrangments were not going so well. She was missing her parents dearly, and her friend Cat was hiding something from her. Her shoulders felt so heavy--why was life so cruel?

Her eyes still shielding back tears, Daisy came upon a shadow, sitting at the edge of the stage. Only half interested, she allowed her self to walk nearer to the shadow. She had thought she would be the only one up at this time. Blinking, Daisy vame closer to the figure and let herself speak.

"Oh, hey there."