@lifemaybefleeting It was a regular day in the Opera Populaire. The stagehands were running to and fro, Madame Giry was barking orders, and her daughter was hiding in the dressing room trying to not be affected by all the craziness that went on. It wasn't that she wasn't used to it, simply that it was unnecessary, Meg firmly believed. Why yell like Carlotta when you could simply ask nicely once and get it done just as quickly. So, Meg spent most of her days arriving early in the morning to warm up her steps before anyone else got there, relaxing in the dance room to the sound of her own humming. Today was no different, as she laced up her new pointe shoes and went to the room to break them in. Idly, Meg wondered when Christine would get here. The both of them were in the dance corps together, and we're close as sisters. Christine was her saving grace, truly, as many of the other girls in the chorus were rude to Meg because of the fact she was Madame Giry's daughter.