She was too in awe of being hidden within the very walls of the opera house to say anything. Slowly coming out from the trap door like a cat that's not sure about where they've ended up. Even though it was the very same room.
Sitting down is a good idea, before her knees can buckle on their own. What would have happened if those men had discovered the Phantom? What would he have done? She tries not to think about that.
The strains of the rehearsal songs filter in through the cracks in the door as they start up again. Must be the tenth time they're running through it this time.
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Date: 2016-05-21 01:17 am (UTC)Sitting down is a good idea, before her knees can buckle on their own. What would have happened if those men had discovered the Phantom? What would he have done? She tries not to think about that.
The strains of the rehearsal songs filter in through the cracks in the door as they start up again. Must be the tenth time they're running through it this time.