Recently I've had two rather extraordinary experiences. That is to say, experiences that are more extraordinary than the ones that already occur in this Opera House. Incidentally, Carlotta still has not yet thought that I might be the one to blame for her embarassing display of Public Itching last month. It is rather satisfying to know that one can be above suspicion in such situations, though the diva's sulking and abusive treatment of the girls has recently been getting out of hand again. Perhaps I should chance another subtle act of ... discipline.
Anyhow, returning to the matter at hand. Imagine my surprise when I entered my office one day to find a sack of garments for dry-cleaning from our Resident Ghost. Well, that in and of itself is not so extraordinary, but what did make me drop my cane in shock was the fact that when I opened the bag I was greeted by Erik's clothes - all dyed bright PINK! Even the black-edged note that accompanied the parcel with instructions to have the clothing cleaned posthaste was smudged with carnation pink fingerprints. I can only imagine that perhaps one of the man's insane chemistry experiments backfired on him with such spectacular results. I do hope that for the drycleaner's sake, he will be able to expunge these blemishes from Erik's much-beloved dress clothes.
As to the other incident, as if it weren't bad enough that blonde-haired imposter with an awful faux French accent and a laughably puny excuse for a dancemistress' cane appeared on the scene a few years ago, now I hear that there are rumblings of another pretender to my identity coming to light. Apparently Lord D'Arcy is in negotiations for his new 'opera' with this counterfeit creature, who is rumored to be of dubious repute and even worse, has a daughter named Meg who dresses and acts like some gypsy tramp.
Such blasphemy will not go unpunished!
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