#theangeloftheopera

[He couldn’t sleep, not even when the sun crept through his window. Not even if he’d counted all the sheep in the Hungarian countryside, not with all the excitement he had as he ran out to the piano. It was much too early for his parents to wake, but he simply couldn’t wait any longer. I will be wherever you want me to be, the man said. Did that mean he’d come here if Franz asked?]

Er…hello?

[He paused at the bench, feeling a little stupid. People don’t just appear when you ask them to, he told himself--but he still felt his new teacher would.]

I’m--I’m ready, Monsieur…?

1) Why did you choose your url? Because I am not creative, and it fits Charlie I guess.


2) What is your middle name? Jayne


3) If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be? Dragon. No question about it, I want a dragon.


4) Favourite colour? Hm, red. 5) Favourite song? Little Game by Benny


6) What are your top five fandoms? Supernatural, Firefly, Doctor Who, Hannibal, Addams Family. 
7) Why do you enjoy tumblr? Because, it is a way for me to be someone I’m not, and there are so many amazing people. 
8) tag all 9 of your tumblr crushes (they do the 8 questions too)

reserata theangeloftheopera contritxm sammy-septic

"Who is there? Show yourself."

Vanessa spoke, her voice echoing on the walls of the room as she stared at the shadow figure, as she couldn't help the curiousity appearing on her features.

[The rehearsals for Don Sanche have just ended, but another strand of music has caught the young Franz's attention. A theme from the opera he wrote emanates from beneath the floorboards--more eerie, though, and more profound. He stops for a moment to listen. Are there even any instruments down there? And why does nobody else seem to notice? Trembling, half-fearful, half-excited, Franz ducks away from the musicians packing away their instruments, and hurries into an empty corridor. The sound seems to follow him as he takes his long strides.]