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"I'm so ready for this lingering cough to quit," Rae mutters after clearing her throat and inviting Autor into her room. "It just doesn't want to give up yet."

She holds the door open for him with the hand holding the dvd box, the other carefully balancing two bowls - one large bowl of popcorn and a smaller bowl of many-flavored jelly beans - with ease of one who has worked in the food-service industry the majority of her life.

Date: 2015-04-06 03:58 am (UTC)
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Autor sniffles as he enters with a tea tray with a pot of jasmine green leaf, his fever finally having broken that morning. "I'm sorry you're sick, Rae," he says, empathizing. "That's never fun. I think a movie might be just what we need."

Date: 2015-04-06 04:10 am (UTC)
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"Thanks," Autor says, setting the tea tray down on the nightstand so he can pour her a cup. "And yes, I've read it--twice now, actually, since you mentioned watching the movie. I wanted to see what differences there were."

He arches a brow. "Hmm. We shall see if the songs are worth singing along," he says, every bit the skeptical music student.

Date: 2015-04-06 04:27 am (UTC)
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Autor takes his shoes off and settles on the bed, waiting for her to join him. Applause greets them on the television; the stage is surrounded by an audience, above which hangs a circular burlap curtain labeled, "LOT 666 CHANDELIER."

The boy nods to Rae's point. "Ah, that makes sense. I suspect they've cut a lot. We'll have to see," Autor says, cocking his head. "The book certainly didn't start out with an auction. The book has a funny conceit--the narrator explains that they're a historian, and doesn't seem to take his characters too seriously."

Date: 2015-04-06 04:47 am (UTC)
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Paris, 1905 flashes on the screen, and Autor furrows his brow.

"Lot 663, then. Ladies and gentlemen, a poster of this house's production of Hannibal, by Chalumeau," the auctioneer says, and Autor gives Rae a look. "Hmm. I'd forgotten Hannibal was a play."

The poster goes to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny, an older gentleman sitting in a chair. "That's Raoul?" Autor asks, shaking his head. "But he's so old. And his beard looks fake. This is probably the future, relatively speaking."

Date: 2015-04-06 04:55 am (UTC)
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Autor chortles, popping a dark red jelly bean into his mouth. "I notice the skulls sold for more than the poster."

The attendant brings out a music box with a monkey in Persian robes holding cymbals attached, and Raoul bids and wins in a fierce bidding war--before singing to it. "Will you still play when the rest of us are dead?"

"Well," Autor says, shaking his head. "That was creepy. And I think you're right; the main story must be in a flashback. I wonder why they chose to frame it that way."

Date: 2015-04-06 05:06 am (UTC)
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"Drama," Autor says, waving a hand. "Pfft. Drama is overrated."

Also overrated are the fireworks that accompany the revealing of the chandelier, but Autor lights up as it does. "Electric lights are actually akin to science fiction back in my time, so in 1905 they would have been amazing, almost unreal."

And then: Dun! Dun dun dun dun duuuun! The overture starts, and Autor cracks up. "W-What is--" he says, just as the camera pans to golden statues of angels and the chandelier--still exploding with fireworks. "Oh, that's hilarious. What kind of a production is this, I ask you."

Date: 2015-04-06 05:17 am (UTC)
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The Phantom makes his glorious appearance, sitting near a wire frame covered with candles and sheet music--which he pretends to play. "That can't be the organ," Autor says, giggling, and looks to his friend fondly. "This is ridiculous, Rae. You know it, I know it."

Autor nods in approval when they show the musicians in the pit, as well as the conductor.

The music ends abruptly with a woman in full costume with sparkly beads and a huge patchwork skirt mangling a scale. "Oh, no, her vibrato is awful, oh, gosh, why did they even cast her, augh," Autor whines. "This must be Hannibal."

Date: 2015-04-06 05:33 am (UTC)
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"What? What puns?" Autor asks, half a step away from blushing anyway. "I'm all for puns, even if they're crude, but... But... Why, yes, that skirt is rather short, isn't it? I was paying more attention to the whip he's holding, thank you very much."

Autor does manage to keep from blushing when the man leaps across the stage, sending the aforementioned skirt flying up around his waist as a troupe of ballerinas in skimpy costumes flit about, singing about Hannibal's entrance. "Oh, gosh," the boy says, and swallows. "Nice footwork, though."

The man takes his whip and holds it up near the opera singer. "Is... Is he flirting with her? She, uh, looks like she's enjoying the attention."

And there's the blush.
Edited Date: 2015-04-06 05:33 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-04-07 05:22 am (UTC)
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"Uh, yes," Autor says, rubbing his reddened cheek. "He, um, certainly is that. Flexible."

Cough.

Autor's smirk matches Rae's. "Hmm. I don't know. I think this version looks better in makeup," the boy says, carefully selecting another jelly bean. The opera goes on, and the dancers twirl about. "He appears to have his sword stuck in his sheath."

Date: 2015-04-07 05:33 am (UTC)
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Autor chortles into his tea. "Yes, indeed, and if his former friends decide to show up, they come armed."

The staff banging causes him to raise his brows. "That's Madame Giry?" Autor exclaims, watching the severe woman on the screen with stiffly braided hair. "In the book, she's much more flighty, and is always described by her dingy bonnet."

The retiring manager introduces Carlotta as the opera singer with the terrible vibrato, and Autor nods. "Ah, that makes sense. Though they're introducing Carlotta a great deal earlier than they did in the book. I wonder why."

Date: 2015-04-11 04:49 am (UTC)
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"And she suddenly became Spanish," Autor remarks as Carlotta magically assumes an accent.

"He's there, the Phantom of the Opeeraa!" Meg Giry sings, again and again, while the managers call for order and Carolotta starts throwing a fit.

"This things do 'appen? All the time!" she shrieks. "....Until you stopa these things from 'appening, this thin' does not 'appen!"

And exit stage right, with a lot of hustle and bustle.

"Oh, goodness," Autor says, taking some popcorn gratefully as Mme. Giry informs the managers that the Opera Ghost requires his salary and box five to be left open. "I do hope we're not in for more of Carlotta, but I suspect we will be."
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:05 am (UTC)
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"From whom?" the manager asks Christine.

"I don't know, sir," Christine says hesitantly.

"I think the blonde is Meg Giry," Autor says, adjusting his glasses at her. "And no, I'm fairly certain the Opera Ghost is male, given who we saw playing on the wire frame earlier."

Mme. Giry steps forward to add her praise to Christine's singing, and convinces the managers to let her try the aria. Meg Giry hands her a scarf for no reason. "Oh, Christine's voice is much prettier than Carlotta's, naturally."

Date: 2015-04-11 05:17 am (UTC)
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Meg, one of the managers, and Mme. Giry approach Christine, talking indistinctly to her and tying a skirt matching Carlotta's onto her hips before she bursts into full, glorious song with the supporting swell of the orchestra.

"Oh, that was a neat transition. Wait, does she still have that bead-skirt thing she had on as a slave girl on under there?" he wonders aloud, and then, blushing, mutters, "Must be uncomfortable."

Autor pops another jelly bean into his mouth and offers the bowl to Rae. "That's probably the Vicomte, yes."

Christine finishes the song to thunderous applause, and turns around to a screen projecting the audience clapping for her. "I wonder why they had her turn her back to the real audience to take her bows."

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