Lucien Faure
Chorus Girl/Boy
Children be seen and not heard? Don't make me laugh.
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Post by Lucien Faure on Sept 26, 2008 21:27:00 GMT -5
Lucien had followed this woman with his uncle to the practice room that was just down the hall from the theatre. It was a normal sized room with different instruments scattered about, along with shelves of sheet music from many different operas. Lucien gazed over the titles, seeing the cream of the crop, then some that he had never heard of.
He had gotten here with simply agreeing to sing, knowing that it could go either way. Many children his age would assume they'd get the position right on the spot. Lucien was more realistic, he was smart enough to know that this woman, Formorian Carlisle, her name was he believed, could tell him if he had talent, or at least potential.
"Yes, madame, I can read music. I've been reading the sheet music from different operas for the past few months," he replied looking honestly. It was true, he had memorized a few scores and took it up as a hobby. The library had many of them on hand, so when he roamed about the city he grabbed a few. Now he could probably read music as well as anyone at the Opera.
"What do you wish me to do, madame?"
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Post by Armand Faure on Sept 26, 2008 21:43:52 GMT -5
Armand smiled at her warm reception of them and the kind way that she looked at Lucien. He looked too, and experienced a moment of humour and happiness. Lucien looked very serious but also enthusiastic, for once like a regular child instead of a child possessed by a demonic genius. He looked almost, even a bit... cute. It made Armand want to laugh, but he held it in in front of the lady and simply followed into the practice room. It was certainly less glamorous than the Opera Populaire that the patrons saw.
Lucien was viewing the Operas in a very knowledgeable way, which also made Armand smile knowingly. Lucien could hardly read, let alone read music, being so young and such a vagabond, and he probably did not know of any of those operas. When she asked, he was about to answer, but Lucien beat him to it.
The response made his eyes widen. Was he lying? Or... worse, was he telling the truth? Had he truly learned to read so well so quickly, sneaked out to goodness knows where to read these things, and then learned the sophisticated level of musical notation required for full operas? Months?! He decided to wait and say nothing, to better find out the answer. If Lucien could read music, then it was time to fear for his sanity. At this rate, he might have another Opera Ghost on his hands.
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Sept 26, 2008 22:06:04 GMT -5
Formorian was accustomed to the disarray of everything in the room so she wasn't taken aback anymore by how disordered it was. She cared for the footwork of weaving around instruments making sure Lucien was alright. Inspector Faure could handle himself she prayed otherwise she'd fall over her skirts to assist him and probably join him on the floor. Sitting on the bench she leaned back and stretched, strained for a little music stand. Wooden but it lowered far enough for Lucien to see.
Setting it in front of the boy, she looked up at him with a smile, using her left hand to play a few chords on the piano. Checking to make sure it was still in tune from the last time she'd worked on it. This poor Piano had gotten too much moisture in this room and it'd taken her a good week to get things into some order. Combing her silky mane of hair with a hand, smoothing some of the stray curls she quickly moved her fingers in octave jumps. Satisfied she looked to Lucien when he spoke.
"Yes, madame, I can read music. I've been reading the sheet music from different operas for the past few months. What do you wish me to do, madame?" He asked and she smiled.
"First lets check your range. Shall we?" Tinkling on the keys once more, she looked at Lucien and shook her head. "But you wont do. I need you to....Here." Standing up she went to the boy who stood straight backed ready to be a military sergeant. Her gentle hands on his shoulders she gave a little squeeze.
"Relax. Good...Now turn to me. Alright." Getting on her knees in front of him she placed her hands against him. Two fingers just below his chest right beneath the believed nipple line of the child. "Breathe in for me. Okay...Lets try something else. Alright?" Using her other hand she kept her hand where it was, the other went to just above his belly button, and right-below.
"Here is what I want you to do. Imagine...as you breathe in...your stomach filling up with all the air and right here." She tapped where his diaphragm rested. "Imagine this going down with your ribs, and then I want you to fill up your tummy with air, yes, yes, yes..good. Do it again. That's right. Again. Now stop." Using her fingers below his belly button and above she flexed them so his attention would go to them.
"Here where my fingers are. Breathe in again and use everything I just told you and imagine once more that there is a hand inside your tummy pushing down just below your belly button. Feel that engaged tightness? Yes? Good. Keep that." Stepping away from him, she went to the Piano.
"Now...breathe in....and we'll start from here." She played the middle octave of a C4 which he hit solid, and as he went higher. "Feel that tightness Lucien, relax your shoulders, open your mouth. Good...good...Some more..." Amazingly they ended on his range being an A5.
"What an amazing range." She commented with a little smile looking to his very shocked Uncle.
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Lucien Faure
Chorus Girl/Boy
Children be seen and not heard? Don't make me laugh.
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Post by Lucien Faure on Sept 26, 2008 22:23:50 GMT -5
Formorian had gone over to him and helped into a proper singing position, but Lucien remained relax, taking in a few breathes to calm himself. He imagined his mother was there, with a gentle smile on her face and a look of complete happiness. She was telling him to listen to the instructor, that she knew he could do what she wanted. Lucien then felt Formorian gently touching different places on his chest and stomach, telling him exactly what he should do.
She told him to let his stomach fill up with air as he breathed, which Lucien did. His stomach had gone out a little and his ribs felt a little pushed back, but he felt more air enter him. He kept trying to do this breathing, which took a little while to get used to, but he got the hang of it.
Lucien watched the woman make her way to the piano and take her place there. She told him to breathe in and they would start. Lucien breathed in and sang the note she played, which he recognized as a C4 and sang it with perfection. It was an easy note for him to sing, and she continued to go higher for him. Lucien had an idea of what his range was, but he found he could go higher as Formorian played.
He couldn't go anymore once she reached A5 and stopped. Lucien saw that she was impressed and took her compliment with a smile. "Thank you, madame," he said, while straining his eyes to look back to see what his uncle's expression was. It was a look of shock and disbelief. Armand probably thought Lucien was lying when he said that he couldn't read music.
There was one thing that Lucien didn't lie about, and that was music...
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Post by Armand Faure on Sept 26, 2008 22:43:42 GMT -5
Armand coughed nervously into his hand, shuffled his feet a little, took a deep breath and then let it out quickly. Hm. What to do? He wondered if Mademoiselle Carlisle understood the implications of the situation. Finally, deciding that it could hardly do any hard if she did, he asked quietly, "You learned to read operas in a matter of months?" and did not bother to keep the shock and worry out of his voice. He had done what the instructor had asked immediately. He was an outstandingly quick learner. Oh, what to do? Couldn't he have gotten management of a normal child?
"So," he said quickly, trying to draw attention away from the fact that he had not known that his own nephew knew how to read music or that the time in which that nephew had learned was freakishly fast. "Is he in...?" He found that he didn't have to try to look concerned. Lucien so obviously wanted this and had a great talent, and furthermore, Armand was afraid that if he had control of the child he would ruin him. Strange, for once he had been fighting to correct him. Now he wondered if the very effect of the world on his nephew would drive him to levels yet unprecedented.
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Sept 26, 2008 23:04:57 GMT -5
Formorian sat serenely at the bench before the piano, this was home to her anywhere she could have music readily at her disposal. The humble way the young singer took her light compliment made her smile as he looked to his uncle for approval. Maybe the approval of an uncle was far more rewarding than his earning a spot in the Populaire. Said Uncle was in the middle of a shock that had his mouth gaping open. She could see the slight unease between the older man trying to cope with something. Revealing it sooner than later.
"You learned to read operas in a matter of months?" Children had a way with them, children loved music. She was a testament of that affect but she preferred not the lime-light but to offer her knowledge to others. That's why she wasn't thirty-something or forty-something and teaching she was to be twenty and her voice was schooled for anything given to her. She believed Lucien had that talent but this boy wanted the stage, eagerly so.
"So," she looked to Monsieur Faure. "Is he in..?" Formorian quirked a brow at him like he'd just told her the sun was going to sprout polka dots that were hot-pink.Smiling to Lucien she spoke to the boy. "As you can read music my dear, and have a knack for hard linguistic barriers. I have memorized a piece quite beautiful it will work your range entirely and give me the general idea of how your voice will work. Give me a moment." Taking the charcoal she set to the lined music paper. Drawing in notes from inside her head to Faure they would be a series of dots with sticks attached. To Lucien and Formorian it was their language, their tongue to be spoken in song.
Handing it to him she smiled.
"Look, through it." After he had they spent several minutes going through the words she trusted him to do the notes and rhythm. Finishing she looked to him. "I shall sing it first and then...You will be on your own. It's Swedish, hard I know, but if you can make it on verbal memorization on a pass through a fourth of the piece. I'm sure we can discuss things further." Turning to the piano she sang, full and true, finishing off.
"Now you I shall be the chorus do not mind me...you are the lead and..go."
BEAUTIFUL PIECE Suo Gan - Singer: Kathleen Battle will be used as example of Formorian's rendition. LINK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZZAXRU95HcSuo Gan- Singer: James Rainbird who'd be perfect to use as a voice for Lucien until he his puberty. LINK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUxmeXq1C5Q&feature=related
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Lucien Faure
Chorus Girl/Boy
Children be seen and not heard? Don't make me laugh.
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Post by Lucien Faure on Sept 26, 2008 23:28:10 GMT -5
Lucien gladly took the music that Formorian was handing him. She told him it was Swedish, which was a language he was unfamiliar with, but looking at the words, he thought he could sound them out. The song seemed like it was very beautiful and Lucien hoped he could sing it well and do it justice.
Formorian told him to take the leading part while she would sing the chorus part. Lucien understood and tried to visualize the notes and the sounds, along with a specter of his mother over his shoulders, with her ghostly hand on him as he began hearing the music. He looked down at the sheet music, breathed in and began to sing...
"Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon; Breichiau mam sy'n dyn am danat, Cariad mam sy dan fy mron..."
As Lucien continued to sing, he heard Formorian join in with a beautiful voice. It was angelic and lovely, but he heard another woman's voice, it came from that very room. He then recognized the voice of his mother, her lovely voice that had cradled him to sleep on so many nights. This voice helped continue the soft Swedish lullaby.
"Huna'n dawel anwyl blentyn, Huna'n fwyn ar frondy fam. Huna'n dawel heno huna, Huna'n fwyn y, tlws ei lun; Pam yr wyt yn awr yn, gwenu, Gwenu'n dir ion yn dy hun? Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon? Tithau'n gwenu'n ol dan huno, Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?"
Finally the small piece was over and Lucien was breathing in and out with a small relief. He looked up at Formorian, trying to find her opinion in her face. Lucien had sung his best and was sure that he had gotten most of the word pronunciations correct. He so simply asked, "What did you think? How did I do?"
--- English Lyrics: Sleep, child, on my bosom; sheltered and warm is it here; Mother's arms are tight around you, Mother's love is in my breast.
Sleep quietly, dear child, sleep gently on your mother's breast. Sleep quietly tonight, aleep, sleep gently fair of face; why are you smiling, smiling tenderly to yourself? Are there angels above who are smiling at you, smiling merrily; you yourself smiling back and sleeping, sleeping quietly on my breast?
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Post by Armand Faure on Oct 25, 2008 20:38:59 GMT -5
Armand's knees felt weak, his head light, heart pounding, Lord, what was that?
Formorian Carlisle's voice was angelic, perfect, completely flawless. He had been awed by her voice before, yet every time he heard it he was still shocked. Furthermore, she was beautiful in face and form, and it was easy to fall in love with her every time she sang. His passions were not so excitable, however, as the many men who had thus far fallen prey to those charms. Through his investigations in the Populaire he often found out odd little bits about the staff, and she was apparently involved with the same man who had reported a sighting of the Phantom. Armand had manoeuvred himself into being granted the search party--and he had been approached almost immediately by Riffael Dureau, who had been passionate about finding the phantom. He could see why the man was so nervous. He had a great deal to lose.
More shocking than anything, however, was that this was his nephew singing. His fear, shock and pride fought for dominance in his chest and the war confused him into silence. His eyes were trained intensely on Mlle. Carlisle, all pretence of fatherliness or friendliness gone. He had not known that his own nephew was a musical genius. How could that be? How could he have gotten so out of touch? Annabelle and Louis would have known already! All other emotions disintegrated into complete and utter shame.
"It was absolutely heart-rending, Lucien," He managed, his voice low and cracking with dark emotion and involuntary honesty. It hardly mattered now what Formorian would say (though it was obvious, of course, what she would say), because this path had illuminated itself and for better or for worse, they were heading down it.
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Nov 2, 2008 15:41:37 GMT -5
Sitting at the piano, her slender fingers caressed over the ivory keys gently pressing them down before continuing to the next note. Never failing in a note or change of rhythm, quieting her voice until she was ail but basically humming the chorus along with Lucien. Delighting in the innocent sound of Lucien's untouched voice. There was something so appealing to a voice that had not been over-trained, just the idea of it starting as it was. Like a shining star that would never lose its luster so long as it wasn't effected by the harsh opinion of the public.
Formorian smiled as he kept each note perfect, regardless that afew words were of course wrong how could one expect a song to be memorized in a matter of minutes? Gently her smile lessened not that she wasn't pleased but the attention was drawn to the ending notes of the piano. Removing her foot from the pedal as the final note resonated from the instrument. Looking down at her hands before taking her gaze back to the young boy he looked at her in an almost calm look for her approval.
"What did you think? How did I do?" Her gentle blue eyes gazed into his youthful face. Did it matter what she thought? Formorian doubted it, how he did? The boy most certainly had a self-confidence that he could easily discern how he'd done.
"It was absolutely heart-rending, Lucien," came the words of Lucien's uncle and Formorian smiled between the two. The sound of raw emotion in Armand's voice had her gently saving the poor man whatever he felt oddly that perhaps she'd never understand nor try to understand.
"Indeed I must agree with your Uncle dear Lucien. Your voice in song is quite heart-rendering, but from a instructors view. It was done in a superb and rich way, I believe you have talent that will go with you until you've come of age and longer. I will most definitely give my word of recommendation, and request that you join the Populaire." Slowly she stood and gently took Lucien's arm by touching his sleeve. "If you'd please Monsiuer...I'd like to speak to your uncle for but a moment." She said as she lead Lucien to the door where she closed it and turned to Armand, her blue eyes gentle but determined as Lucien's.
"Your nephew has a bright future so long as he applies himself to the art. He is young and the Populaire will not wish to have children running about the place. I am in no way insulting his good conduct or your family, simply what the Populaire would be most opt not to take in. There are few roles for children in opera, even staging or an extra but rarely chorus. I can always have him cast and placed in minor roles or other roles he can be on stage for several acts if possible.
It is my greater concern as I said before that without supervision the Populaire will not take him. I will put my status as instructor to keep watch on Lucien. I can only express my concern to keep him here in the Populaire. You as his guardian I ask you consider my good judgment in watching him throughout the days if you and the Populaire approve. Other than that Monsieur Faure I have no issues in pressing that Lucien should be a new addition to the Opera House."
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Lucien Faure
Chorus Girl/Boy
Children be seen and not heard? Don't make me laugh.
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Post by Lucien Faure on Nov 2, 2008 16:14:02 GMT -5
Lucien heard his comments and Mlle. Carlisle's as well and an unseen smile made it's way onto his face. His eyes sparkled with pleasure at the good attention, unlike the flame that enflamed his eyes when he received bad attention. But he wondered what his voice would bring him now? If he was taken into the Opera at such a young age, where would he go from there? Possibly a life on the stage, but how long would that last?
Mlle. Carlisle led him out of the room so she could speak with Armand alone. The Faure child stood in the hallway and faced the door as it closed behind the blond woman. This didn't stop him from putting his ear to listen to the conversation through the door's few cracks. He was still a child, curious as to what grown ups discussed when they were out of a child's hearing range.
He heard Mlle. Carlisle saying something about adult supervision and how she would put her position as instructor for him. Lucien realized this wasn't fun and games any longer, this was when he had to stop being a little demon and terrorizer towards his uncle and people in general. It was the point of no return for him, he had to dispel any part of Lucifer within him. Unfortunately their names were too similar and it would be tough.
But Lucien returned to the conversation inside, watching out for any signs that it was coming to an end and they were heading towards the door. Eavesdropping is never good in a first impression/
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Post by Armand Faure on Nov 3, 2008 21:15:00 GMT -5
Armand ran his hand nervously through his hair, and it flopped back around his face slightly less disarrayed than before, but still not well arranged. He looked a bit harried, but was beginning to get used to the shock of this new development. The instructor's manner was clear. She was impressed and determined to do what she could, but it was obvious that there was a limit. His fears were confirmed when she requested speaking with him alone. Lucien would not refrain from eavesdropping, of course, but she did not need to be told that. He leaned against the piano pressed his hand over his eyes, which had begun to hurt, as Lucien was led from the room and the door shut.
He listened with grim silence, and ended up staring at her thoughtfully for at least a minute after she finished speaking. Finally, he spoke, in a slow and measured manner. There was no reason now to not be frank. "If you would be so kind as to press for his entry and to supervise him yourself, I would give every blessing as his guardian. I did not even know that he could sing, did you know that?" He looked away, unable any longer to see his own reflection in her eyes. "I have failed my brother and I have failed Lucien. He is a genius, Mademoiselle, you should know. He builds things, extraordinary things, that no child should be able to conceive. He speaks like a damned lawyer, and... and he taught himself to read music at an advanced level, to sing like an angel. He has some... tendencies... that worry me so. So like..." he trailed off here and shifted uneasily, unable to complete the sentence. Many thought him a fool for believing in the continued existence of the man called the Phantom, and he feared that revealing Lucien's similarities to that monster would damage his chances of being placed somewhere with someone who might be able to steer him down the right path.
"I need to know, Mademoiselle, is what--is what I am saying--I--my nephew, he..." Armand began to pace, his gestures becoming wild. "Do I have anything to... will he be in, or not, I mean?"
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Post by Formorian Carlisle on Nov 5, 2008 10:37:11 GMT -5
Formorian's gentle pale blue eyes smiled down at Lucien, even as her pink lips drew up into a tender smile of approval. Whether he was young, his talents seemed to out-shine that fact itself but she couldn't disclaim he was indeed young. A gamble that she would take if she went along with her gut feeling to grant this boy a wish he seemed to long for more than anything. To sing. To sing for Paris, for the world and the only thing he wanted was that. Not clouded by adulthood just yet for greediness for the lime-lite.
Gently her hands lead him away to the door, her tone never rose farther than something akin to general affection for him even as a stranger. It was with great interest for his future that she speak to his uncle a man she'd of course seen out and about the Populaire from time to time. Unable to pay the man any real attention when she was busy instructing or content to watch her beloved Riffael as he worked from the safety of her piano bench. Now however was time enough in all seriousness to speak on Lucien Faure's future something not even she would gamble with if she felt it not good for the boy.
Shutting the door, the blonde haired woman wasted no time in saying her piece to the Inspector. Standing at her petite height with her hands gently clasped before her, forming a V with her arms as she watched the man. His hand ran through his hair causing his dark head of locks to bounce back into the place they were most commonly combed into. A few stray strands wisped here or there refusing to be as thorough as the man himself. As she spoke his hand had come to his face, roaming the plane of his visage until it covered his eyes with the palm, the weight of his body leaning back against the solidly rooted piano.
When she had finished her piece, the man had lowered his hand and stared at her for a moment or two. Formorian wasn't counting the length of time, however the unnerving silence did little for her nerves. She'd just offered her own position to keep a child in the Populaire who showed great ability not only in voice, but in character. It was something to pray that as he grew he didn't let these talents get the better of him. Mildly aware the Inspector was now speaking and her attentions were given immediately to his words, his distress obvious in the tone and his handsome face in general.
"If you would be so kind as to press for his entry and to supervise him yourself, I would give every blessing as his guardian. I did not even know that he could sing, did you know that?" He inquired of her, it was obvious it wasn't a question one answered to. Instead as he looked away as though he could no longer look upon her, he took the words right out of her own thoughts. Thoughts she had surmised in the stance he gave almost..humbled. "I have failed my brother and I have failed Lucien. He is a genius, Mademoiselle, you should know. He builds things, extraordinary things, that no child should be able to conceive. He speaks like a damned lawyer, and...and he taught himself to read music at an advanced level, to sing like an angel. He has some..tendencies..that worry me so. So like..." His voice trailed and Formorian gave a tender smile as she stepped to him.
"Monsiuer....Please I feel you've not failed anyone if anything you sell yourself short. As your nephew is a wonderful young man, your obvious love and care for him is ten-fold. If he does all you say he does I am not one to question ones own abilities or talents. Then consider yourself lucky and proud but for all of these things don't forget he is still a child...And if ever you notice how he looks at you." Formorian smiled as she moved to the bench of the piano, stopping only a moment to put a single hand to his shoulder as she gazed up into his eyes. "He looks up to you Monsieur. If you feel inadequate he'll feel it he is to blame. Love him as you do now, and you shant ever fail." Removing her hand she seated herself on the bench, arranging her skirt as she faced towards the room her back to the piano.
"I need to know, Mademoiselle, is what-is what I am saying-I-my nephew, he..." Again the man stopped and paced as though he were in dire need to tell her something yet unable. More than a cat holding his tongue, he paced like a caged tiger that made her feel quite uneasy. "Do I have anything to...will he be in, or not, I mean?"
Formorian remained silent until it made the Inspector so obvious to his estranged pacing. It wasn't until he stopped and gave her his undivided attention that she spoke, lacing her fingers on her lap.
"Monsieur. There is no guarantee he'll be accepted by the managers, however there is nothing stopping me in allowing him to be at the Populaire on a daily basis. If he is allowed, do understand he will not be considered an actual employee of the Populaire as he is indeed too young. He will be compensated for any performances he does do, but he will be needing at least a monthly allowance from yourself to make certain he has all he needs." Slowly her fingers unlaced and with her palms she smoothed the fabric of her skirt idly.
"So yes Monsieur if that is the answer you are seeking. He will enter the Populaire, under my tutelage for a bright future in the arts." At that she gave Armand a sweet smile for all her sweetness she was a very determined little woman. Once her mind was set it would be so forever until she got what she wanted. Her newest desire: To see a young boy smile so bright it made the sun seem dim because his wish had come true.
"You can come in now...." Formorian called to the door, knowing very well some little ears had been listening.
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Lucien Faure
Chorus Girl/Boy
Children be seen and not heard? Don't make me laugh.
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Post by Lucien Faure on Nov 5, 2008 20:30:09 GMT -5
Lucien kept his ear to the door and listened to the murmured conversation with great interest. His excitement grew once he learned that Mlle. Carlisle was at least going to tutor him privately, even if he wasn't going to be taken on at the Populaire. But there may come a time where they needed a small child as part of the chorus or even maybe playing a child role, where he could easily step in. He would do so and be rewarded for it, which would be very good for him, it would teach him how to work in life.
But he was called back into the room, knowing that they both had suspected him of eavesdropping by instinct, be he still played the innocent child and walked in as if he had no clue as to what his situation might be. Well to be honest, he was a bit confused, but it could be forgiven, what with him being only four years and all.
He looked to his uncle and smiled a bit, wondering whether or not what Mlle. Carlisle said was true. Did he look up to Armand? Was his uncle the reminder of his father, whom he loved and cared for? Possibly, but Lucien couldn't tell for himself, not yet at least. In the near future, time would tell if the Faure child sought the approval of Inspector Faure.
Lucien looked at both adults now and spoke with a solid voice. "So what's my current situation?"
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Post by Armand Faure on Aug 8, 2009 19:20:18 GMT -5
Armand went to Lucien, laying a hand gently on his shoulder. He lifted his eyes to meet those of the choral instructor, and willed his face to show gratitude instead of confusion and fear. He told himself over and over again that it was a good thing. Lucien was a genius. There was no denying it. At this rate, his head would be so filled with knowledge by the time he reached the threshold of adulthood; and then what? Armand would start saving, then and there. He would open a bank account, live more frugally, and then maybe he could send Lucien to university. Even so, he could not shake the feeling that Lucien's fate was intertwined with something dark, hovering just around the corner; an imminent threat, a wounded genius and his reign of terror.
Armand was obviously distracted. He had trouble formulating thoughts into words, but managed well enough. "Mlle. Carlisle will recommend you to the managers. You would not be on regular pay, but would rather be regarded as an apprentice of sorts, like the young children of the corps du ballet. The managers may have the option of denying your recommendation, but I doubt that that shall happen. We will have to wait and see. For now... let us go home. We have much to discuss."
His eyes had not left Mlle. Carlisle, but now they actually focused and gazed upon her. "Mademoiselle, we are very grateful for your time and your kind recommendation. I hope to see you in the future." He managed a shaky smile and then, nudging Lucien with a firm hand on his back, exited the room.
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