Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-08-11 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | enigma, erik |
Sound and Fury (Enigma)
Often rage was likened to fire in the veins, fire in the eyes, fire in the heart. But Erik was shivering this night, as he sat motionless in Box 5 overlooking the stage. They were two weeks away from the opening night of the season, two weeks away from the opening night for La Traviata, and his Violetta still wasn't off book. His Alfredo was doing better, but only just. It was clear that during the time he'd been away - back in that strange wilderness with that strange lady - no one had bothered to practice!
No one, he mused, save the pianist who had impressed him during auditions earlier in the year. Dr. Lecter, and Dr. Lecter alone, was spared Erik's wrath. When the opera manager could bear no more of it, he finally stood from his chair.
"The soprano," he called from his space, "Is dismissed. Permanently. Pack your things; be out of this building by tonight at midnight. You will be paid for two weeks notice, although God help you, you don't deserve it. The rest of you lot, practice until you know your own parts. Opening night is in two weeks, technical week is in 5 days, and most of you are in poor condition. I will bring you your new soprano tomorrow evening."
His voice had retained the ice of the rage shaking him now, an ice he left behind him to fill the theater when he stepped away from his box and out into the corridor. He didn't stop walking until he was outside, on the steps of his Opera House. Rage still cloaked him. He set a black-gloved hand on the pillar just outside the door and took a breath of summer night air.
Maddening. Maddening. In this moment, he could have stacked barrels of gunpowder beneath this building and let it all burn. At last, Erik stalked down the opera house steps. If he stayed, he feared he would destroy something important.