Phantom Thoughts pt. 11

[zellephantom]

{Did the ghost really take a seat at the managers' supper-table that night, uninvited? And can we be sure that the figure was that of the Opera ghost himself? Who would venture to assert as much?}

I would. It just makes sense, and I don't see you offering a better explanation, Mssr. Leroux. Ooh, also him being at the dinner party is described as a "sublime piece of impudence" which is pretty cool.

{"The ballet-girls are right," he said. "The death of that poor Buquet is perhaps not so natural as people think."}

So Erik came to the party to:

A) Freak people out and make things awkward
B) Basically admit to murder??

{'We really can't work to keep ghosts! We prefer to go away!'}

Have you considered another career, then? You know that many theaters claim to be haunted, right?? You're basically signing up to be a ghost zookeeper!

{'If I had such a troublesome ghost as that, I should not hesitate to have him arrested.'}

I'm not sure if that's legal, since by definition ghosts are dead. Can you arrest dead people?

{He soon remembered that it was the red handwriting in which the memorandum-book had been so curiously completed. He recognized the clumsy childish hand.}

I really want to headcanon Erik with elegant handwriting, but then I remember that this exists.

{DEAR MR. MANAGER:

I am sorry to have to trouble you at a time when you must be so very busy, renewing important engagements, signing fresh ones and generally displaying your excellent taste. I know what you have done for Carlotta, Sorelli and little Jammes and for a few others whose admirable qualities of talent or genius you have suspected.

Of course, when I use these words, I do not mean to apply them to La Carlotta, who sings like a squirt and who ought never to have been allowed to leave the Ambassadeurs and the Cafe Jacquin; nor to La Sorelli, who owes her success mainly to the coach-builders; nor to little Jammes, who dances like a calf in a field.}

Dear new managers,

I really don't want to be a bother, but here, let me roast your entire cast! Also, I'm going to threaten you if you don't reserve my favorite seat!

Your Humble Servant,
The Totally Legit Opera Ghost

(What do you mean that's not how it happened??)

{"They are keeping up the joke," said M. Richard, "but I don't call it funny."}

Have you considered, that maybe, just maybe, THIS ISN'T A JOKE?? Like who goes to this much effort on a prank that isn't even that funny to begin with?

{"Reputations are easily obtained," replied Moncharmin. "Haven't I a reputation for knowing all about music? And I don't know one key from another."

"Don't be afraid: you never had that reputation," Richard declared.}

I just wanted to put that bit here because the managers snarking at each other is fun.

Comments

[betweensunandmoon]

I love how Erik crashes the dinner party. It amuses me.