[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

The author has something to say: In this chapter, the author's literary factor exploded, and I read a long paragraph of lyrics, and I was so excited that I looked left and right to see which lines were painstaking efforts. Although there is a suspicion of making up the number of words, think twice Or put them all up, please pat...

In addition, thank you for your comment, the author is deeply moved.The little angels who like this article suggest to read the Phantom of Oranges fanfiction: [Phantom of the Opera] Circus

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When Phantom remembered her new student, night had already fallen for a long time.It's been so long that even the always energetic clown has already curled up on the small chair in the dressing room and fell asleep.Yes, the child was still wearing a weird clown outfit, but the fancy hairpiece had been taken off, and the thick makeup above the neck had long been removed, revealing the soft platinum mushroom head and light-colored eyebrows and eyelashes.For a moment, Phantom felt that this quiet little thing was even more like an angel than Christine.

"Mentor, are you here?" The phantom was still hesitating whether to disturb the sleeping girl, but Irene suddenly raised her head, her small pale pink lips were clearly smiling, but it seemed to be sighing.Phantom watched the girl's eyes change from hazy when she just woke up to clear and familiar, like watching a pair of crystal emeralds being salvaged from a gentle lake by someone.And so the pure angel disappeared, leaving only a bold elf looking intently at the wall where he hid.

God knows how this little guy is so sharp!Phantom stared at Irene from a distance through the hole on the secret door, and the other party's slightly naughty eyes seemed to be cast on his face through the hole.

"Mentor, where do you think I should learn from?" Irene got up and took a few steps in the direction of the phantom.The little girl's voice was as soft as swaying water plants, and as light as a fish swimming at the bottom of the water, hooking Phantom's footsteps trying to escape without any effort.

"Range expansion or scale practice?" Irene finally stopped less than half a step away from the wall. Because of the distance and height, the little girl had to raise her head high.So Phantom clearly saw the playful arc on Irene's lips.But the girl's lake-like eyes were focused and sincere, which miraculously offset most of the Phantom's displeasure at being offended.

Perhaps, for students who are younger than Christine, he should consider being tolerant.

"Irene, why are you in the dressing room?" The mellow voice still surrounded Irene from all directions, but the side against the wall obviously came faster and more clearly and completely.

"On the one hand, it's because I have to train or perform on stage tomorrow morning. On the other hand... I think it's more convenient for you to teach me here, doesn't it?" The smile on the corner of Irene's mouth became more and more blatant.If it was the Paris Opera House at the beginning of the main plot ten years later, she would naturally have no doubts about the subtle control of every corner of the theater by the Phantom.But ten years before the start of the plot, even though the Phantom's underground kingdom had already taken shape, judging by her reasonable eyesight, the Phantom's exquisite layout, except for the front desk, backstage, boxes and public prayer room of the theater, And that only extends to the actors' dressing rooms.Of course, Gilly’s house where Christine lives must be excluded, especially the prayer room and Christine’s bedroom—there are the sanctuaries of phantoms, hiding the light he thinks, so it is naturally worth him to use it like a spider. Layers of nets wrapped her carefully.Although, Irene made up her mind to let him understand as soon as possible that the existence of Christine would only be a fire that burned him; Freedom and light.

The little girl's bright smiling face was reflected in Phantom's eyes, and the calm sea-like deep eyes seemed to be unable to hold back a wave of turbulence—he finally remembered that the little girl's previous compliments to him included "what a wonderful music" and There is a sentence "what a strange mechanism", perhaps, the only thing to be thankful for is that "music" is ranked before "organ".

"In fact, mentor, your new pupil has dexterous fingers, and so does her ear—as evidenced by the many perfect clown juggling performances over the past three weeks. In the short time we have spent in music, you might as well teach Teach me how to arrange delicate mechanisms. In this way, maybe you can train an excellent singer while also training an excellent mechanic or magician." The girl seems to be born ignorant of restraint, Taking advantage of the phantom's silence, he made an insatiable request.

"You wayward bad boy, do cold machines fascinate you more than passionate music?" Even if Irene's words were clever enough, she still couldn't dissipate the sudden anger of the Phantom.The abrupt singing sound was even more gloomy when it entered the girl's ears after being reflected by the four walls.And that kind of gloom will inevitably bring back some unbearable memories...

"Sorry, my dear mentor, Irene has no intention of prying into your secrets, but I just hope to inherit your talent that even the gods would envy more completely." It was lighter and more graceful than when she sneaked into the prayer room, and her voice and expression were also submissive, implying just the right innocence and panic.Such a girl gave one reason to believe that she would never make any serious mistakes; if she made mistakes, they would be easily forgiven by anyone who had even a little sympathy.

The Phantom finally gets his wish to see his new student make the gesture he deserves.This tried-and-tested meekness was so perfect that it was more easily disarming than Christine's admiration.Yet it was so familiar that he would never mistake the poverty, humbleness, and isolation in its formation, and the traces of whipping, insulting, exclusion, and even expulsion extended from them.

"Flatier child, the merciful angel will forgive your mistakes, as long as you promise to sing for him wholeheartedly." The mellow singing voice is like the gentle teaching of a loving father, which makes Irene almost fall into more blind love.

At this moment, how much Irene wished that she was just Irene, a college student, or just Irene, a street child!

If she was just college student Irene, the dreaming college student would be ecstatic that she had finally begun to replace Christine when she heard the charming syllables of "singing for him" and let herself sink In the music that makes her soul tremble, she willingly becomes the forbidden descendant of the phantom; or stubbornly raises her head, risking the risk of losing her freedom, and loudly announces the independence of personality to him, and then drags him to the bright.

If she was just Irene the waif, the calculating waif would have interrupted the demagogic chant before she was completely lost, in a gentle, never-offensive way; Looks and sweetest words circled the moody phantom, in order to escape his grasp, or to borrow upon his majesty.

It's a pity that she is both college student Irene and vagrant Irene.

So, she could only choose to sing.

"My dear teacher, my voice has long surrendered to you. When I first heard your singing, the part of my soul that governs music has belonged to you. And when your singing and mine are intertwined into a wonderful I already knew that only your singing can liberate my heart in this life..." The melody of "Music Angel" poured out from the girl's mouth with a slight change, accompanied by every word from the heart.Irene's voice gradually turned from soft to high-pitched. She has never thanked the vocal teacher of the opera choir like this moment, even though he is strict, dizzy, bald, and likes to rely on the old, so that in the mouth of the phantom, he becomes "only The old toad/toad/toad who yelled 'cuckoo'." Because in the past three weeks, he guided Erin to complete the initial expansion of her vocal range.Even though she knew that her singing skills were not close to those of the "little toad/toad" who had been carefully taught by "old toad", but with her naturally good voice, she could finally sing. I have a bit of courage to sing to the phantom.

"Respected teacher, I am absolutely unwilling to disobey your instructions, but my body is always clamoring to get close to you. Your new student originally had no intention of offending your majesty, but her heart is too eager for your trust and respect." Beloved. Your talent is hard to surpass even in her whole life. Whether it is passionate music or sophisticated machinery, she is intoxicated. I am eager to let my singing have wings, but I can't let go of the magic of ropes and gears. I I pray that you always guard me like the most precious jewel, and I pray that you patiently comfort me like the weakest lamb. I am willing to wait religiously every day after the sun disappears, whether it is a minute or a second or until the sun shines again Light up the sky. When your most precious angel gradually falls asleep in the dream woven by singing, I hope you can remember that from today onwards, there is still a wayward bad child secretly looking forward to being awakened by your chant."

"How generous you are, you use the most beautiful singing to fly me away from the mediocre world; how cruel you are, let me clearly see the gorgeous corner of the palace, but you don't allow me to step forward. Dear teacher, how can you Have the heart to torment your poor student like this; merciful angel, I beseech you to impart the mysteries of my enchanted palace. Where does this passage end, and what awaits you at the bottom of the stairs? Oh, the enchanting magic; oh , this precise calculation. A great initiative needs the applause of the wise, oh, the mysterious man of genius, I beg you! At least, please give me the right to applaud you."

In Phantom's eyes, Irene's singing skills are naturally flattering to say that it's rough, but he can clearly hear every word and every word of the overflowing emotion in the libretto.Such emotions made him at a loss, but he refused to give up.

"Hey, why is the teacher so stubborn?" This time Irene didn't let the silence last for too long, and she laughed to herself, her clear green eyes shining on her porcelain-like face, just like before. The docility and fanaticism of the phantom are nothing but the phantom's own illusion.

"My all-knowing and omnipotent angel, why don't we make a bet." The little girl seemed to have suddenly thought of something interesting, with a sly smile in her eyes, and said to Phantom in a very obvious and seductive tone.

Phantom found herself at a loss for what to say when facing this little girl—neither she could pretend to be an angel to coax the innocent little girl like Christine, nor could she act freely like she did to those malicious fools. intimidate.What's more, he had a vague premonition that even if he really did that to her, it might not have any special effect.

"Let's bet on whether I can find you, within ten years. If I find you within these ten years, you will teach me the secret of making organs. If I don't find you... If I don't find you You, how about I help you protect Christine?" Irene didn't seem to mind or understood his silence, but continued with a smile, "My dear tutor, if you don't answer, I will That’s when the bet comes into effect.”

Therefore, before the phantom reacted, of course, it was also possible that he was unwilling to react subconsciously. In short, Irene had made their bet on her own initiative, and in the end, only the little girl's "trick" was left to the phantom. "Smile of success and a crisp instruction: "But teacher, remember not to miss my music teaching."