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Hey Kyrie!

You should watch the performance. They recorded the 25th anniversary, and it's seriously great. (Don't watch the movie. Trust me.)

Here's a link, just scroll down and the video's there, continue as a free user etc. A window might pop up with an ad, but just ex it out and enjoy the show.

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Christine, Raoul, Carlotta

Marry Christine, of course.

/wow he doesn't like these other two choices at all/

/sighs/Sleep with the Vicomte, if only so that he may keep Christine safe. Kill the diva. 

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You've never seen it what ksjfkdfmsdff

demon-slayer-dante replied to your post: What if this the interactions between Phantom and…

[Who’s gonna be Raoul?]

I don’t know since I’ve never seen Phantom of the Opera and I don’t know who that is /sob　

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You are such a flattering child. You remind me of someone I once knew.

I will give you lessons.

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Would you train me? I’d love to be under your tutelage and be as fantastic as you.

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With proper training, you could sing the world to silence.

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<Flushing slightly at his compliment, she looked down, two fingers pressing to her lips before she looked back up at him.> 

You truly think so?

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/listens to her sing, content to finally hear someone after so long/

You have great potential, Mademoiselle.

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<Blushes slightly, clasping her hands together over her stomach.>

Alright..

<Clears her throat softly, closing her eyes and taking a breath, imagining the music as she began singing.>

Listen to my voice calling you, leading you out of darkness..hear the devil’s cry of sin, always turn your back on him..

With the wind you go, still I dream of your spirit leading you back home..I will give my gifts to you, grow your garden, watch it bloom..

The light in your eyes an angel of dark, lighting to ease the shadow side..hearts will grow though having to bend, leaving behind all things in the end..

Listen to my voice calling you, leading you out of darkness..hear the devil’s cry of sin, always turn your back on him..on him..on him.

<Opening her eyes once the song was finished, she smiled sheepishly.>

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Oh? Sing for me, then, Mademoiselle.

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Oh..some, but not nearly as much as you..and not nearly the quality of skill that you possess..where I came from, Fortuna City, I was the songstress for our Festival of the Sword.

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/yes good stroke his ego some more/

/quirks his lips into a half-smile, pleased/ Have you any experience in the art of music? 

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<Leans over his shoulder to peer at them, scanning the notes and the lyrics, a soft gasp of amazement escaping her before she stood beside the stool, merely listening in rapt attention.>

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/slides onto the stool and begins to play effortlessly/

A composition of my own. /nods toward the sheet music, where there are lyrics scribbled in/

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<Follows after him eagerly, smiling the entire time.>

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/straightens his posture a tad, glancing at her/

I will play for you, yes. Come. /struts up the stairs to the floor with the piano/

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<Clasps her hands together against her bosom, smiling.> May I hear a song or two?

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I play a few instruments, but I do take kindly to organs and pianos. I compose and sing as well.

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<Perks up a bit, looking to him almost eagerly.> A piano? You play piano?

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I could complain; however, Monsieur Stark has provided me with a piano, so I am content for the time being.

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Is that a good thing, then?

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The same as I am any night.

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How are you this evening, sir?

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/awkward acknowledgement/

Good evening, Mademoiselle.

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<Curtsies, bowing her head.> Good evening, sir.

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I better not.

Well, uh, that depends. Do you dare?