[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Unknowingly, the opening ceremony of Phantom Paradise gradually came to an end amidst the hustle and bustle.When the sound equipment, which is too extravagant for a vaudeville theater, appeared around the stage, Ferry knew that it was time for the voice of angels to perform on stage.At the same time, she and Gustav looked at the middle of the box, Raul's father, who was drunk and sleeping soundly in the armchair, looked at each other again, and slipped out of the box lightly.

"Ferry, can this lead to the backstage?" Gustav followed his sister in a quiet corridor, his eyes widened in surprise, "Is this also Mr. Y's little secret?"

"Yeah, amazing Mr. Y, amazing magic." Ferry slowed down, his eyes swept across the warm yellow wall lamps on both sides with almost reverence, and he said "surprise" in his mouth. However, she showed a deep nostalgia far beyond her own age - it reminded her of the dim candlelight flickering on both sides of the bluestone corridor in the underground palace of the Paris Opera House.Of course they are not exactly alike, the modern metal wall of dark blue on the inner side of the corridor is even quite different from the damp ancient stone wall of the underground corridor of the Paris Opera House, but this is enough for Ferry’s longing that has been suppressed for many years to come to his heart again ...Of course, it is not the biological father who is right in front of you, but the lover who sleeps forever on the small island in the middle of the lake in the underground palace of the Paris Opera House in another time and space far away.

"Ferry, little Viscount, hurry up, Miss Daye's aria has already begun." At the end of the corridor, Gustav could vaguely see the white wall at the backstage of the theater, but he didn't see Mr. Miss Freck, who was reporting with Squiquly, was waiting there with a smile.

In fact, it doesn’t need her to say, when they arrived here, the siblings could already clearly hear the melodious music from the front desk. Fortunately, before Christine began to sing, Gustav quickly sat on the piano bench, and Miss Freck gently sang. Turning a mechanism, the boy slowly turned to the front desk along with the black piano in front of him, and quietly hid in the shadow on the right.

"Ferry, it's still too late...Are you really not going?" The tall and thin Kang Guo lowered her arms and looked at the little girl who was about to return the same way with some regret.

"Really not going." Ferry looked back softly because Gustav glanced through the small curtain that was slowly falling, and replied without hesitation.

"Perhaps, I have more important things to do." After taking two steps, the little girl seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned around again, smiling playfully at the three gold medal guides in Mirage Paradise. Briskly walked to another corridor.

At the front desk, Christine was wearing a gorgeous blue silk/velvet dress, and the necklace of the same color sent by the phantom shone on the snow-white skin between her neck and collarbone; The arc-shaped curtain with a faint blue background is already in place, and it is hanging down layer by layer behind him at this moment, like a bird's feather spreading its tail...

This is really an experience that has not been seen in many years, which made the former opera star feel even a faint fear besides the instinctive excitement.But this fear does not come from the music around her ears, or the crowd gradually quieting down in the moving melody, but from the words and melody that will flow out of her mouth—through the past few days with the tutor Christine has confirmed one thing at least: once she opens her mouth to sing the melody composed by the mentor, her soul will no longer be controlled by herself!

"Who knows when love sprouts? Who knows what makes love start? One day love will be there, hidden in your heart..." Finally, with the pious singing of the voice of the angel, the stage lights gradually changed from dim to bright, The crowd in the audience instantly forgot the anxiety caused by the excessively lengthy silence of the red opera singer on the stage, and collectively fell into a strange state of being intoxicated but not intoxicated.

"Who knows when love withers? Who knows what makes love wither? It turns out that love is still there, hidden in my heart..." The box belonging to Shani's family opened the window at some point, and the really drunk person in the box People were singing softly to the melody—Raul did fall asleep when the children left, but he woke up when the audience in the hall gradually quieted down.But now, he was sitting alone in the empty box, his wife's tender singing filled the window, but it made his heart feel cold.

"Who knows when the longing sprouted? Who knows who occupied your longing? Where is your love? Has it already followed you..." On the other side, in the auditorium near the orchestra pit, Ferry's soft banter was also mixed in The sound of the huge musical instrument pierced into the phantom's ears, and successfully made the owner of this phantom paradise froze—he should be ecstatic, and should be gratefully looking forward to the reward he was about to get, but there was some sudden uneasiness. The accumulation in his heart actually gradually overshadowed his mood of celebration.

Angel voice singing your melody on stage, isn't this your dream scene?You have watered this flower so delicately that all others are eclipsed, just expecting her to bloom in your kingdom?

Yes, you make her so beautiful that all the rest is eclipsed, after her...

After Christine, there was only one Meg.The Phantom thought of the new dance code that Meg had carefully prepared for tonight's opening ceremony.He originally promised that she would be the absolute protagonist of the opening scene, without Christine.

Perhaps it was expected that Christine's performance would bring her back to glory. Phantom listened to the beautiful voice of her beloved angelic voice, but found that she was involuntarily giving more thoughts to Meg, who he once disdained to pay attention to. "Sexy Girls".

He composed music for his own angelic voice, but never cared for Meg's new dance code.But even if he doesn't care, he knows Meg's reputation as a "sexy girl", and knows that her new dance code will definitely cater to the New York aesthetic, for the sake of the income of his new vaudeville theater in Mirageland...

"Beauty Playing in the Water", the name of this new dance code naturally gives people a charming hint...

"Love sneaks into your mind, penetrates into your soul, occupies your body unexpectedly, and then completely dominates you..." Phantom suddenly felt a dangerous emotion in his heart, and he realized that he could no longer let his thoughts run wild—he forced He listened intently to Christine's singing, and was relieved to find that her singing became more and more passionate... He knew that her soul would finally break free from all barriers and glory in the world, and follow him to the kingdom of music—until the angel Hear the voice of the world again.

It was the gap where the angel was silent, and the light hit the right side of the stage unexpectedly, and then the melodious piano sound sounded from that corner, it was clearly a melody similar to Christine's aria, but it was as bright and full as a summer night. Vitality instantly broke the silent dream created by Christine, but it blended with it so naturally.

"Look, this is a surprise that Gustav prepared for his mother!" It seemed to be the voice of Little Ferry.

Phantom also heard the restrained or exaggerated praise from the awakened audience around him. He suddenly grabbed his daughter into his arms, and the joy behind the mask completely disappeared.

"Love is endless, love will continue, love will continue to be fresh, when you die..." The former Hongling looked at her son who had to kneel on the piano bench because of lack of height, her singing was louder than the phantom heard Every time he spoke was softer, but also more vivid than any other time - just like the unrefined angelic voice that moved him in the prayer room at first.Only this time, it seemed that the angel no longer needed ghosts to lend his wings, but threw himself into God's temple on earth.

The first half is an illusory and beautiful dream, while the second half is a vivid secular scene. From this point of view, in order to prevent Christine’s voice from being tired, he deviated from the overall structure and deliberately lengthened the time before the climax of the ending. The melody seems to be no longer a flaw, but the highlight of the turning point—even the sudden pain cannot cover up the joy of the melodic mistake being corrected.

Well, maybe that voice of an angel is meant to be just your muse.Phantom smiled wryly.

"Who told you to scare her like that before." Ferry stayed meekly in her father's arms, and only then did she tease with hints of jokes; she paused, frankly met her father's shocked eyes, "You don't think I Are you indifferent to what happened to your parents back then?"

The phantom slowly stroked Ferry's soft hair, unable to tell how he was feeling now - if there was no comparison between Christine's singing before and after Gustav's music, he might not have discovered: Christine Although she decided to follow him and praise their love, she decided to follow a ghost, and what she praised and responded to was also the ghost's affection—she regarded him as a ghost in hell from beginning to end, not Eric, a man longing for love. Mortals with tenderness.

Phantom, no, Eric didn't realize until now that Christine's response to her implied some kind of madness like a moth to a flame, just like an angel who decided to go to hell, all she knew was that she was willing to give up everything to be the ghost. Lovers, but refuse to believe that ghosts can also share the light with themselves, or return the love permitted by the world.

So noble, yet so ridiculous!How can an angel who doesn't believe you can bathe in light, no matter how holy and how affectionate, save you from the prison of darkness?

Thinking of this, Eric almost felt sorry for his former self.But he didn't feel sorry for himself, on the contrary, a strange sense of relief filled his heart.Maybe he knows why.Because he no longer misses the Goddess—the Goddess who is inaccessible to him, so he finally escaped from the cage in the name of love, and was able to travel lightly on the road of music pilgrimage.

Ferry was keenly aware of her father's change. She was still in Eric's arms, and she boldly asked: "What does my father think my mother is thinking now? The ten-year dream of the Paris Opera House or the wonderful time of my childhood sweetheart?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Eric hesitated for a moment, and he said the sentence that he thought would never be possible to say so easily. He caught a glimpse of the sly smile on Ferry's face, without With a deterrent snort, he tightened his arms calmly, "It's you, why don't you go to the accompaniment? Don't tell me that you actually have stage fright?"

"I just don't want to be in the limelight... Well, in fact, four-handed playing can't be improvised. I don't think it's interesting... Do you believe it?" Ferry made an excuse without sincerity, and took the initiative to rub his father's palm with the top of his head.Eric gently held down Ferry, who was desperately acting like a small animal, and smiled without saying a word: Of course he didn't believe it—don't think he forgot the clever notes and the heavenly notes when the siblings played the same piano in front of him for the first time. /Seamless tacit understanding; but as long as you know that the little guy in your arms is more willing to be close to yourself.

Early on, Eric faintly felt Ferry's subtle alienation from Shani's family, which once made him feel angry and regretful, and even once made him take it as Christine's complete rejection and walked away in frustration.But sometimes, like now, he couldn't help but be grateful for the magic of the encounter.

In fact, for Ferry, not being an accompanist for Christine is not only because of her slight alienation from Shani's family, but also because of her overly distinctive phantom characteristics when it comes to music-she can guarantee that if she He also went on stage to play with his younger brother, except that Christine deepened her intoxication with phantom-style musical dreams, and there was no other possibility.

Speaking of it, although she hoped that her father would let Christine go, she didn't force her, or even interfered much, but she got the best result by mistake. Sometimes you have to admit the magic of fate.

The author has something to say: Hey, finally solved the Bai Yueguang of the barrel, how difficult it is QAQ