[Phantom of the Opera] Ragdoll

Same.But the gypsy woman stretched out an old hand and grabbed her skirt.

"Miss... please wait, miss."

Her voice was very weak, as if it would disappear into the wind in the next second.Lottie Butler paused, waiting patiently for her to finish.

The gypsy woman coughed several times and raised her head.She was probably very beautiful when she was young, as can be seen from those beautiful green eyes.The green eyes of gypsies often make Lottie feel evil, but what Lottie sees in this old woman's green eyes is a very profound purity.

As if that was fate.

"Tell me, I'll be waiting," she said.

"Ahem...ahem...Miss, you...your destiny is in Paris."

The woman spoke this short sentence with great difficulty, and Lottie stopped, her dark eyes showing a moment of surprise and bewilderment.

In the 19th century, many people still believed in such things as fate.In fact, many of us believe it to this day.There is a power in the dark that determines the fate of people.Just as I write this line at this moment, the fate of Lottie is determined.Who knows if there is a script already written for one's own destiny?

Some people say that character determines destiny.In this sense, what the gypsy woman said to Lottie is undoubtedly very correct. "Your destiny is in Paris".Lottie herself is well aware that what happened in Paris many years ago, though out of memory--she was too young--had indeed had such a profound influence on her character that it persists even to this day, It also wrote down her fate in a sense.

Since childhood, Lottie has always found that there is something in her memory that must be remembered.For most people, memory begins at the age of five, and Lottie is no exception.Memories before that will be integrated into habits and even character.Knowing that, she would also be able to understand what had been bothering her for so long.

Like why she felt bad when people mentioned Paris.

Like why she resists all rag dolls.

Like why she wanted to cry when she saw the monkey.

Another example is why she hates gypsies.

When she was four years old, she went to Paris with her parents.For her, Paris was not a city that lived in memory, but two things her father had mentioned.Mother conceives her sister Bonnie in Paris; she loses her favorite doll in Paris and cries.

And she obviously disliked dolls since she was a child.Never liked it.

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"You mean," laughed Lottie, "that there is a Mr. Phantom in the Opera House?"

"No, miss, I'm not joking with you." Hearing her say this, Mr. Lafayette felt a pang of conscience, he rested his elbows on the table, and couldn't help leaning forward slightly, "I mean , there is indeed such a ghost—he has lived in the opera house for eight years, maybe longer—who controls us and is omnipotent.”

"So," Lottie straightened up slightly, which meant that she would listen carefully, although her expression was still relaxed, "what surprising things did this Mr. Ghost do?"

This doesn't mean she believed it, but Mr. Lafayette's attitude clearly deserves her attention.In the process of acquiring the Paris Opera House, Mr. Lafayette's favor was not in vain.What's more, he is so serious, there should be a root cause.

After meeting the gypsy woman, Lottie Butler changed her mind.She finally made up her mind to take a look at the city engraved with her destiny.The mystery left by the lost memory, the deja vu and a little discomfort after entering Paris all affect her every move at the moment.At least at this moment, she is more likely to reveal mystic tendencies.

"You'll find out soon—I think he'll write to you shortly. The Specter can do anything. He's made the show fail for all sorts of incomprehensible reasons—if the casting doesn't follow his advice. ;someone who did not believe him once saw his shadow standing at the head of the bed in the middle of the night; he could speak to a person surrounded by people, making the voice seem to come from all directions, but except for the person he appointed, no one else No one can hear... Other than that, he rarely disturbs others. It's just that he has manipulated the opera house to the point of madness, and everything must be arranged according to his arrangement. He asks for twenty thousand francs a month. There will be reprisals. But every once in a while, he'll send some marvelous piece of music—God, we believe it's a real ghost because of these pieces, no one but ghosts can write like that thing!"

"That is to say," Lottie quickly summed up the main point from the other party's complicated words, "This Mr. Phantom personally arranges the opera house's performers and provides some excellent operas?"

Then Lottie smiled easily under Lafayette's slightly surprised eyes: "If his arrangement is accurate enough, his opera will be high-fived. Then I have to say, I can still hire [-] francs of special staff started."

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The transfer procedure of the Paris Opera House was handled very quickly.A week later, Lottie became the owner of the opera house.She thought it would be a good investment.

Mr. Lafayette obviously doesn't like the life controlled by ghosts and is eager to get rid of it so that she can take over here at a low price.As for Lottie, like her father, she is bold and adventurous by nature, and she doesn't mind this little episode.In her heart, she has already decided that the so-called ghost is just a mortal who pretends to be a ghost.With lucrative talent.

Otherwise, why is the Paris Opera House, which has always had haunted legends, still crowded?Naturally, the phantom's arrangements were ingenious, and his music was wonderful.This would be a great employee.Although it may take a little care of his special personality.

"...this is our ballet dancer and usher of Box No. [-], Mrs. Geary."

Before leaving, Mr. Lafayette was performing his last duty: introducing the key personnel of the theater to the new manager, Ms. Butler.After he finished introducing several singers, Lottie was led to a solemn woman in a smoky gray taffeta dress.

"And this one is our singing teacher..." Lafayette had already started to introduce the next one, but Lottie stopped him.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Lafayette. You are too perfunctory." The girl's voice was slightly reproached, "Dear Mrs. Giri, may I ask your name?"

The woman froze for a moment, cast a suspicious glance at the young female manager, and subconsciously replied, "Jessie. Jessie Geary." She was about 36 or seven years old, very thin, and her brows were often furrowed. There are deep, distressed lines on it.

As a theater manager, you can simply address the lead dancer as "Mrs. Geary" to show respect.But if you don't even know Mrs. Geary's full name, and you just call her like that, then such respect will seem ridiculous.But Jesse Geary rarely cared about that.After her husband died young, she devoted all her love to her daughter Meg—and later her adopted daughter Christine, who was cold and strict, like a shadow of the opera house.Everyone called her "Mrs. Geary," and her name had been neglected for years. "Mrs. Geary," that's the only thing she's here for.

"Jessie," Lottie said softly, with a gentle smile on her face, "good name. Thank you, Mrs. Geary. Shall we meet the next lady, then?"

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"Jessie, come here!" Lafayette Garcia shouted loudly. This short-tempered young man took over the opera house not long ago, and he was often dizzy.Jessie, who was about to go out to relax with her girlfriend, ran over in a hurry. She was a beautiful girl, the most eye-catching ballet dancer in this class, with a pointed chin and a graceful figure.

Lafayette Garcia hastily explained to her: "Take Mr. Butler, his wife, and daughter to take a look at Box No. [-]." Then he turned around and said apologetically to the tall man : "Sir, I'm very sorry, I still have some urgent matters to attend to."

Rhett Butler nodded to show that he didn't care, and the youngest daughter in his arms, the four-year-old Lottie Butler, also nodded in a similar manner, which made Mrs. Butler who was standing beside her laugh out loud.It was a very beautiful child with a clean and delicate face, holding a blond doll in a red dress in his arms.

Jesse was a little apprehensive. Mr. Lafayette was obviously overwhelmed and short-handed, so he called her to help, but she had never done these things before.Some said a few words indiscriminately, and then heard Mr. Butler's melodious bass:

"It's not a big deal, miss. My wife is stupid and wants to listen to the opera. I have to take her here first to see which seat is most pleasing to her." Rhett's tone contained a touch of indulgent sarcasm , Scarlett—his wife had long been used to his tone, so she just snorted softly.Who says she can't enjoy elegant opera?She is a real lady!

Jessie couldn't help feeling envious when he saw the loving look of the couple and their cute little girl with black hair and black eyes.Next month, she will marry Mr. Ji Li, and she hopes she will be so happy.

Standing at the gate of the opera house, Jesse weighed the tip in his hand, Mr. Butler is really generous.However, he really loves his wife and daughter.

I wanted to go to the circus