Archive | May 2014

Katherine and the Opera House

Inspired by The Phantom of the Opera

Inspired by The Phantom of the Opera

Katherine stared at the opera house, a mixture of awe and trepidation keeping her standing in place while the crowd hurried around her.

 On the eve of her twentieth birthday, Katherine stood poised for a new beginning. And what more perfect place than this? She’d prepared herself for this day – she’d be confident, excited, and ready for what the future may hold. Standing here, with the weight of her dreams resting on her tiny shoulders, Katherine doubted her strength.

 “Don’t stand there gawking, child. You resemble those horrible gargoyles.”

 Her grandmother’s inclination to speak her mind stemmed from years of sub servitude in a marriage she never wanted nor embraced. Once her husband died, Katherine’s grandmother made up for all the “Yesses” and “Of course, dears” with forthright and most times unwelcome frankness.

 “And stand up straight,” the elder instructed while primping Katherine’s hair and cloak. “You don’t want to look weak and unsure of yourself.”

 “Yes, Grandmother.”

 “Ah, my beautiful girls,” Katherine’s father declared. He took the arm of both his elder and younger companions, escorting them towards the massive ornate doors.

 Katherine’s amazement only intensified upon entrance inside the centuries old theater. Her mind fluttered with wonder at each new detail noticed. The light bounced from every angle. The intricate wood detailing revealed dedication to the artisan’s craft, and luxurious fabric adorned each piece of furniture.

Her heart pounded in her chest as they ascended the red velour staircase, and she welcomed the myriad of sights and sounds around her. When they paused at the landing, Katherine knew that any lingering fear had evaporated the moment she entered the building so rich with artistic inspiration. She was keenly aware that her companions conversed around her, but she was entranced with the hums that reverberated from nowhere in particular. The energy was palpable, a clear indication that entities long-since passed still remained in a place they once loved.

“Katherine, are you ready?”

 She grinned at her father to calm his worried expression. “Yes, Papa. Absolutely!”

 “Good. You should be after all those years you pleaded with me to bring you here.”

 “This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever received, Papa. Thank you.” She kissed his cheek before following the uniformed attendant to her seat. As she relaxed into the plush high-back chair, Katherine readied herself for a night that would start her on a new journey – one that involved romance, adventure, and music!

 

*These jewelry pieces and the subsequent fictional story were inspired by The Phantom the Opera.  No endorsement from anyone involved with the musical is implied.  Please visit the musical’s website to learn more about this brilliant show!*

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Persie and a Soaring Heart

Persie

Her wings took up a lot of space in the room.

“I can’t believe I listened to her. ‘The costume theme is Fantasy Garden.’ That’s what she said.”  Persie glared at Brooke and hoped her one-time friend sensed the anger from across the room.

Persie should’ve known better than to trust Brooke, but she’d been sincere in mending their torn friendship.  They’d been friends too long not to try to repair the damage caused by stubbornness and pride.  Apparently, that pledge was only one-sided.

“What are you supposed to be?”

She rolled her eyes and plastered an insincere smile on her face.  “Clearly I got the wrong memo.”

“Haha!  You think?”

Hank walked away laughing, and Persie fought against the fury boiling within.  She didn’t listen to her gut instincts when Brooke came to see her yesterday, pleading for a fresh start and imploring her to come to the Halloween party.  Persie was uncertain if she should go, but after thinking about all the years past, she decided to give it a shot.

“Oh, Pers.  You talked to Brooke, didn’t you?”

The pity in Felicia’s voice held a hint of laughter too, but Persie knew that her long-time friend was more concerned than amused.  It was a particularly ridiculous situation, to be standing in a room full of flappers and “mobsters”.  She’d considered staying in her car and driving right back home; however, she’d seen Paul enter the pillared entrance and her pride drove her to park that car.

Unless her imagination played a trick on her, which it tended to do in stressful situations, Paul had to be here somewhere.  Thankfully, he’s not currently witnessing her embarrassment.

“Stupid, right?”  Persie shook her head out of annoyance and smiled at Felicia.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself, that’s my job!”  Leave it to this model-esque femme fatale to break the tension and make Persie  laugh.  “Brooke is an…”

“Shh! This room is full of eavesdropping gossips.”

“I don’t care.  Let her hear me!”

Persie pulled Felicia into the hallway when her friend’s raised voice brought unwanted attention.

“Come on, Lici.  Not tonight, please.”

“Fine,” her friend acquiesced, “but if she so much as says your name wrong, I’m entitled to drop kick her.  Just so you know.”

Felicia winked and Persie knew her loyal confidante was only half-joking.

“Thank you.  I owe you one.”

“Technically, you owe me a couple, but fix me up with that lawyer you work with and I’ll wipe the slate clean.”

“Who’s getting fixed up?”

Her heart fell to her feet, and Persie felt the fluttering in her stomach.  She waited a moment, sensing him behind her.

“I’m fixing Persilla up with a cousin of mine – a handsome doctor.”

“I thought I heard you say ‘lawyer’.”

“He’s both.  What do you think? Wouldn’t Persie make a stunning doctor’s wife?”

Persie guessed her cheeks were as pink as the heels on her feet, and she didn’t turn to face her ex-fiancé quite yet.

“She’d make any man a happy one.”

She spun around, smacking him with one of her wings and followed it up with one across his cheek.