Carlotta is displeased

[primabelladonna]

YOU LITTLE TOAD.

How dare you presume to know what I am feeling? You have no idea the pressure that comes with being adored. You have NO INKLING of the pains I endure for the public that loves me.

Well, as long as you insist on being presumptuous, you may write a grand story for me. I will be the lead, as I am meant to be. You will write me a tale of passion and love and danger and a beautiful woman who captures the hearts of EVERY MAN WHO SEES HER.

Well?

Hurry, you imbecile, I have things to do.

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[nomatteryourmask]

[Ohhhhhhh,
let the world swallow her up whole now,
please.]

Madame Carlotta, do not be so curt with your Mundane.

[primabelladonna]

How dare you presume to tell me what I can and cannot--

[NARROWED EYES, FLARED NOSTRILS.]

Oh.

It is you. Have you come to take something else from me, tiny orphan? The clothing off my back, or perhaps my mundane herself? Have you no shame at all?

Begone at once!

[nomatteryourmask]

[Oh.
Oh.
Do you want some fame shoved in your face Carlotta?
Wanna be reminded how the Spirit of Music
pretty much told you to jump into a river?]

You are not my warden, Carlotta. I may go where I please in my own right.

[primabelladonna]

Do not address me. Do not dare to speak to me on such familiar terms. You stole my place and my public and my voice, you little witch.

[prince_of_tides]

... Uh-huh. And this is why I never got into opera.

Little advice? Don't annoy the mundane or they'll find you something really embarrassing to get shoved into.

[primabelladonna]

No, no! You understand nothing.

I do not follow orders. I am a star, I am not some company mouse.

[prince_of_tides]

That wasn't an order, it was a warning. Besides, without a company the prima donna's just some crazy lady singing on stage to people who paid to see a whole show.

[knowsbetter]

And what pains are those?

[primabelladonna]

You have no idea of the stress that falls upon a famous prima donna!

[And yes, she's singing this next part:]

Terrible deseases, coughs and colds and sneezes!
Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note,
In search of perfect opera!

[knowsbetter]

I know more about pain than you could possibly begin to fathom, my dear.