phantom of the opera.

[paperfaces]

Mademoiselle, I don't understand what it is that I can do to please you. There are so many others-- do you not enjoy the time you spend with them? They seem to be having fun, themselves. Please... let me return. He will know right away if I am gone.

Comments

[diana_abel]

Huh. There's totes a chick who looks just like you in Bete Noire!

Love the French, btw. I miss Paris so much...

[paperfaces]

[ it's as if you're speaking another language. christine blinks. ]

It... is a beautiful city. You've been there, before?

[diana_abel]

Oh, sure! I almost got married in Paris. That was 1798. Not a great year.

[paperfaces]

[ she gasps faintly, a hand moving to her mouth. ]

Pardon me, but... you certainly don't appear as old as you say.

[diana_abel]

Two hundred and fifty seven. Going on seventeen and innocent as a rose.

[She giggles.]

Long story.

[paperfaces]

[ brain officially broken. ]

... I'm afraid that I don't... quite understand.

[diana_abel]

Oh, don't worry about it too much!

Ah~ My favorite Musical/Movie Shadow and I know it well~

[heros_shadow]

♬ Masquerade~ Paper faces on Parade, Masquerade~ ♬

Ah, your teacher and I have much in common, I too know what it's like to have to hide in the shadows....

Such a good one. 8D

[paperfaces]

[ oh. her face goes slightly pale at that statement. ]

Monsieur, are you familiar with the Angel of Music?